141st New York Infantry Regiment's Civil War Newspaper Clippings

JOHN M. BLACKMAN fell nobly in defence of his country at Gettysburg, July 2d, 1863. His parents reside on Mead's Creek near Cooper's Plains.
He was a native of this county, born Sept. 24th, 1844. He enlisted Sept. 30, 1861 in Capt. Sherwood's Co, 86th Reg. He was in the second battle of Bull Run and while under fire, showed the coolness, courage and bravery of a veteran. When their ammunition had become exhausted, and they were commanded to fall back, he stepped out from his Company saying: "I will have one more shot at the rebels, though at the cost of life," and taking deliberate aim, fired, and returned cooly [sic] to his place.
From this battle he was absent from his Reg't a short time, in account of ill health, but returned as soon as his physician would permit.
He was with it last winter while at Falmouth, and participated in that great and desperate battle at Chancellorville. When the fight raged with the greatest fury, he was seen first and foremost, coolly urging his comrades to distinguish themselves, by manly deeds, and to teach the rebels that Yankee soldiers can match them in the field.
It was remarked of him by a friend on this occasion, that he displayed the grandeur of bravery and patriotism, worthy the veteran of a hundred battles. He displayed the same intrepid valor in the cavalry contest at Beverly Ford. He passed through all these contests and hair-breadth escapes unharmed, and most honorably closed his career at Gettysburg.
His Reg't went into the fight on the 2d of July and on that day he fell, bravely battling till the last for his country and in defense of his flag.
John, like his cousin Archa, was beloved by a large circle of friends both at home and abroad who deeply sympathize with his parents in this sorrowful hour of bereavement.
He had manly and worthy traits that commended and endeared him to those who knew him best. Amid all the absorbing labor of the march and the excitements of the camp, he never forgot the dear mother at home, as his frequent letters abundantly evince. He did not like some others, squander all his means, but found a sweeter pleasure in bestowing it to lighten the cares of her who had watched over him in his earlier days. He professed faith in Christ a few years since but respecting his religious career since entering the army, I am not informed.
Like multitudes of other noble men, he has unselfishly given himself for his country, and mankind. And like these worthies and with them, his brave spirit has been ushered into the presence of an all-wise, just, and merciful God, while their bodies sleep in the soldiers' honored graves, on the ever memorable hill-sides of Gettysburg.
The funeral services of these young men were attended at Cooper's Plains on Aug. 9th by a vast concourse of people, who showed their appreciation of the worth and sacrifices of these young patriots by the patient and attentive manner in which they listened to the discourse delivered on the occasion.
The names and deeds of these youth with others, will be remembered in the recollections and affections of a coming appreciative generation, while those of the cowardly and rebellious will rot, or be remembered only to be despised.
May a kind Providence preserve the father, who himself is away in the service of his country, and cheer the lonely hours of the mother at home, is the sincere prayer of their abiding

HENRY WILLIAMS, of Co. D., 141st Reg't N. Y. Vols., died of fever at Washington Aug. 13th, aged about forty-one years. He was for over fifteen years a resident of this village, and an employee upon the Tioga Railroad. He was a very worthy citizen, and a consistent and valuable member of the Baptist Church. He enlisted from motives of patriotism, on the organization of the Regiment a year since, and has been a faithful soldier. He leaves a daughter, an aged mother, and several brothers and sisters to mourn their irreparable loss. On the receipt of the news that he was ill his brother Edwin went to Washington, but arrived there an hour after he was buried. He paid the price required for the embalming of the body which was to be forwarded to Corning. It was not however embalmed, as at Elmira it was buried again, being left off the train in consequence of the rapid decomposition. It was brought here in a hearse during Tuesday night, and the funeral services were attended on Wednesday morning. As few knew of its arrival there was not a large attendance, but among those present to pay the last tribute of respect to a worthy man and patriot were some of our most prominent citizens Rev. A. W. TOUSEY, of the Baptist Church made some excellent and appropriate remarks at the house, and at the grave in Hope Cemetery, he also made a brief address. He paid a high tribute to the patriotism of the deceased, referred in felicitous language to the attendant circumstances, and eloquently expressed to the mourners the sympathy of all in their sore bereavement.

Return of Lieut. Barton.
Owing to continued ill health and the repeated advice of Physicians, Lieut. Barton late in command of Co. F, 141st Regiment, has been constrained to tender his resignation and leave the service. He made an excellent officer and had the respect and esteem of the entire company, and it was with many regrets the remaining members of the company were forced to the necessity of parting with him.—He reached home last Thursday, and looks thin and delicate in health. 
Resolutions commendatory of Lieut. B., as a beloved and highly respected officer, and of regrets at the physical necessities that compelled him to leave his arduous duties, also advisary [sic] to his taking such a step to prevent any further prostration of his physical powers, were passed and signed unanimously by the members of the company.
The officers of the regiment were also unanimous in corresponding sympathy for, and regrets at the providential necessity that compelled them to part.

* * * The Addison Advertiser says that nearly 2,000 persons attended the funeral of Capt. _ N. Aldrich of the 141st, in Addison on Saturday last.

A few days since, Capt. Alexander Clauharty received, by express from his son Capt. Charles W. Clauharty, a splendid sword bearing the following inscription:

141st, N. Y.V.,
In confidence.
September 1st, 1862."

We regard this a fitting compliment bestowed upon a worthy officer, and a true patriot whose sentiment has been ever since the out break of this causeless, but terrible rebellion:

"Strike-till the last armed foe expires,
Strike—for your altars and your fires,
Strike—for the green graves of your sires,
God—and your native land."

LIEUT. R. F. HEDGES, of Capt. Compton's Co., 141st Regiment, N. Y. V., returned home on Saturday last, having received his discharge on account of ill-health. He speaks in the highest terms of Capts. Compton and Clauharty, Lieut. Griffeth, and other officers of Companies A and B, from this locality. No one who sees Lieut. Hedges, will question the justice of his release from service.

Ex. Chaplain Thos. K. Beecher, of Elmira, wrote in one of his letters from the army: 
"We have worked on our huts two Sundays straight on. Men with axes on shoulder paraded in front of the Adjutant's on Sunday—the officers gave the order—the Chaplain the justification—"It is lawful on the Sabbath day to make a thousand men every whit whole." It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath day. If any of my brethren, who dwell in parsonages and worship in sanctuaries, dissent from building log huts on Sunday, before I reason with them, I shall insist that they master the question by taking one blanket and one ordinary sheet from their beds—and going to an exposed meadow, snow three inches deep, and wind blowing, to spend Saturday night. Next let them be forbidden to enter any house, or take any straw or shelter stuff. Compel them hands off from all wood piles. Somewhere about ten o'clock in the morning, Sunday, give the good man an axe and a bible, and tell him to find  his duty and do it, and, my word for it, he will build log shelters all day Sunday, quietly saying to himself; "How much better is a man than a beast. It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath day. I will chop and build."

THE 141st N. Y. V., are now a part of the 11th Army Corps, (of the Potomac Army,) Maj.-Gen. Howard. J. W. Wood, 141st N. Y. V., is sick at the "Home," Elmira, He belongs in Wayne.

The Rev. THOMAS K. BEECHER (youngest brother of Henry Ward) stumped the Elmira District to raise the new regiment of Volunteers. He then enlisted as a private; but the officers declined to receive him, saying he could do more good to the cause with his voice than with a musket He then offered to go as Chaplain, and was accepted.

The 141st N. Y. Vol., have been transferred to the Eleventh corps, of the Army of the Potomac, Maj. Gen. Howard commanding. The 141st was previously in the Fourth corps, with Dix, on the Peninsula.

*** The Elmira Advertiser of yesterday, contains a notice of two deaths in the 141st Regiment, from which we copy the following:
"The result of the visit of the 141st to the Malarial Swamps of the Yorktown Peninsula is being developed by the number of deaths that are reported from the different Hospitals. The number that have been sent to the General Hospitals since the Regiment left Yorktown to go up the Peninsula is 165, and out of that number 22 have died, and many more will be added to the list of deaths."

We regret to learn that Captains J. A. SHULTS and C. A. FULLER, of the 141st Regiment, have resigned. Orderly Sergeant "Archy" Baxter, from whom we have an interesting letter in this paper, has been promoted to the post of 2d Lieutenant, a position which he will fill with credit. He is speedily advancing. —Corning Journal.

Elisha Wright, Co. F., 141st Reg't, died in a Washington Hospital last week. He was from Southport, near the Caton line, and left a wife and three children. He was a worthy and respected man.

***Death of Capt. Aldrich.--It is with deep regret we this week record the death of Capt. D. N. Aldrich, of Co. G. 141st Reg. N. Y. S. V., from this place. He dies at the Seminary Hospital in Georgetown, D. C., yesterday (Tuesday) morning, of Typhoid Fever. On hearing of his sickness, Hon. Henry Sherwood went to Washington on Saturday, so that he was by his side at the time of his death. Capt. Aldrich was a brave soldier, a true patriot, was beloved by all of his company, and his loss is mourned by all in this vicinity. In the death of Capt. A. the country has lost a noble defender, and our community one of its most respected and best beloved citizens.

Landing, June 28, 1863.
ED. OF ADVOCATE—Sir:—'Tis Sabbath to-day; yet it hardly seems like it; in fact, every day in the week is alike to the soldier. While the drums are beating, the bugles sounding, and the hum of thousand's of voices reminds one of the activity of a "Peninsula Campaign," it also drives the calm reflection, and necessary quiet, to write even to a friend on common topics; therefore, an editor will not look for a highly colored letter—only a rambling sketch will be given.
As our Company "H" was organized in and around Bath, it gives me pleasure to inform the friends of our Company, that the boys are doing finely, and when the day of trial comes on the battlefield, our friends will have occasion to feel proud of the brave boys composing that Company.
Since our Regiment left Arlington Heights it has done some hard fatigue labor in the way of constructing earth work fortifications; it has also done some good marching. We have been in pursuit of the enemy for the past three months, and judging from appearances now, we will soon find him. A strong Infantry, Artillery and Cavalry force are now at this point, and it is undoubtedly the determination of our Gen. to take Richmond, if possible. Our Regiment marched from Yorktown to the White House, a distance of between 50 and 60 miles—a portion of the way skirmishers through the wood, en route, captured a large number horses, mules, ham, bacon, &c. All the horses and mules were turned over to the Government. Our boys can well boast of their success in capturing rebel property. At Diascund Bridge our Regiment was stationed ten days to do picket duty, a few rebel scouts and bushwhackers were encountered, but one man of the Regiment was killed, and he was shot by a Confederate Serg't only a few paces in advance of the picket line, and at the time was unarmed.
The country from Yorktown to the White House, especially from a point twelve miles west of Williamsburg, is very heavily wooded, and much of the country is only a deep morass. 
To a distance thirty miles west of Yorktown, only wide spread desolation, and the ravages of war meets the eye and sickens the heart. Alas! what untold misery this accursed war has brought upon the country; life, health and prosperity vanish before the contending armies. Let us pray that soon our beloved Union may be restored, that the North and the South may again be as they were in the days of our forefathers.
It is now raining—with only a blanket for my house, I have no conveniences for writing, therefore will close. You may look for stirring events from this quarter soon. With the best wishes of the boys of Company "H," I subscribe myself your truly,
Company "H," 141st Reg't N. Y. V.

June 16, 1863.
A. L. UNDERHILL: In my last, dated May 23d, I think I said we would soon move on Port Hudson, as Gen. Banks and his whole force had arrived within a few miles of us and had bivouacked [sic]. And my surmise proved to be well founded, for at four o'clock we received orders to prepare one day's rations, and, with canteens filled, be ready at daylight to form the brigade line. This, of course, to us indicated some movement, and Port Hudson was the place by all fixed as the point of attack. At 4 A. M., on the morning of the 24th, we were in line and marched from the woods in which we had been stationed into an open field, where we waited for the other regiments to form on.—Here Co. F. was detached and sent forward as skirmishers 500 yards in advance of the regiment, and was supported by Co. D of the 30th. We went but a short distance when we were halted, while the 1st brigade passed us and moved forward, when we again resumed our march, our company being deployed on both sides of the road, to prevent, if possible, any flank movement. After going about two miles we were ordered to file to the right and entered a narrow and untravelled lane, we keeping our position in advance, as before, while the "pioneers" followed closely, removing obstructions from the way of the artillery. Our course through here was slow, as the road was bad and of difficult passage. We soon came to an open field of corn and grass, and again resumed our former direction and took a position on an elevated ground that overlooked the fortifications. Here our artillery was placed and an occasional shot fired, which was promptly answered by the enemy from the intrenchments [sic]; their shot, however, fell short, with the exception of those from one gun, which fell clear in our rear.—From this time I know but little of the movements of the regiment, as our company was separated from it and posted to the right in the woods until Tuesday, the 26th, when an order came for three volunteers from each company to form a storming party to assault the works, as such parties were being formed in every brigade, each man to carry a "fascine" with which to fill up the ditch so as to cross over.—The volunteers from our company were Sergeant B. Freeman, privates Orpheus Goff and Frank McDonald. It was now understood that a general attack was to be made on the next day, as we had artillery enough in position to bring 150 pieces to bear, besides the fleet. Gen. Sherman's Division was on the south or left, Auger's and Grover's in the centre, and Weitzel's and Dwight's on the right.
At 7 A. M. on the 27th ... __ery opened and our reg' t was sent to ... support the 21st Indiana battery. At this ... received orders to report to our regiment, which we did, and lay behind a hedge for some time, while the sun shone down with a heat almost roasting. We were now ordered to support Grover, as the rebels were making a demonstration on the right, and were double-quicked through the woods about two miles and formed in line-of-battle on a small hill distant from the breastworks about 700 yards. The shot at this point was crashing through the trees, and shell exploding in the air in rapid succession. We now fell back into a ravine, where we were in a partially secure position, and there remained for several hours supporting Capt. Clawson's battery. The storming party was now ordered forward to dislodge a party of rebels that was outside their works and practicing sharp-shooting on our gunners. This was soon done, with a loss to our regiment of Serg't Bingham, Co. C, shot through the heart. The fighting on the right and left had been of the most desperate character. The first brigade of our division started with their fascines, that is the storming party supported by the whole brigade; but they were immediately opened on with grape and canister and a murderous fire from the sharpshooters behind the parapet. Their course lay across a level ground covered with a heavy abattis of fallen timber, which prevented their making any headway or preserving any alignment, and of the whole party that started for the works carrying fascines, not a man ever reached within 200 yards of the ditch, for those who were neither killed or, wounded, fell back. The same success attended the attempt to carry the works by assault on the right. Gen. Sherman, on the left, succeeded in carrying the outer works, after the most desperate struggle, but was finally overpowered and compelled to relinquish his position, which had been reached after a terrible loss. Thus ended the fighting for the day, with the exception of a sharp fire which was kept up by the sharp-shooters on both sides until darkness prevented a further continuance. There was firing occasionally all night, for every alarm would call forth volleys from our men, and soon the artillery would join in the chorus. Our loss has been very severe and will probably reach 1,500, although I have heard it estimated much higher. 
The next day at 7 A. M. a truce was declared for twelve hours to enable both sides to collect and bury their dead; so the day passed quietly and in strange contrast to the previous one.—Seven o'clock having arrived, the firing again commenced, and it seemed as though every man on both sides had his gun loaded and aimed, and only waited the signal for hostilities again to commence, for it was simultaneous all along the line, from right to left. This was kept up until darkness again hushed the tumult of war. We lost but few men that day, and those were picked off by the sharp-shooters from behind cotton bales and sand bags placed on the top of the parapet.
It was now evident that to carry the works by storm would be a costly job. Preparations were accordingly made for a general siege, and cotton breastworks were erected that will throw those incident to modern fashions completely in the shade, behind which were planted heavy siege guns so as to rake the works in every direction. These were built at night so as not to be exposed to the fire of musketry, our skirmishers preventing them from working their guns on the works.
On the 30th the storming party was again ordered forward to drive in the enemy's skirmishers, when they were opened on with grape and cannister, killing two men in our regiment and wounding three, as follows: Co. A—Anson Retan, killed, shot through the body; Ed. Stratton, killed, shot through the heart; Patrick Flynn, wounded in head; Co. F—Frank McDonald, wounded in abdomen and thigh, and one in Co. H, whose name I do not remember. They were soon driven in and then returned to the regiment.
The planting of guns and skirmishes were now the order of the day, and our regiment was in the front every other day under a galling fire, and no man dare stick his head from under cover of a tree or log only at the risk of having it perforated with a ball from an Enfield rifle. The reliefs would go out in the night and gain their positions undercover of the darkness, and intrench [sic] themselves, and there remain until the next night. This continued for several days and until the 12th, when it was again certain that a movement of some kind was on foot, but what it was or when it was to be made, were things we could not ascertain. But the massing of troops, ordnance stores, hospital equippage and ambulance corps at any point is always a pretty sure indication of an attack in that vicinity. On Saturday we received orders to have canteens filled, and breakfast at 2 A. M. , on the 14th, and be ready to form the line at a moments notice. At night we spread our blankets and laid down with the conviction that the light of the next morning would open another bloody battle—a Sunday's fight. We were not allowed to sleep and could not if had we been inclined, as the woods were  filled with columns of troops moving to and fro to get as far advanced as possible. The fact that they were all strange troops convinced us that our Brigade was not to lead in the assault.
Accordingly at 2 o'clock in the morning our breakfast was eaten, blankets folded, and everything in readiness to move. Soon the artillery fire was opened all along the lines. Capt. Van Tuyl and myself took position in front of our reserves in order to have full view of the bombardment, which was terrific. The dim light of morning soon appeared in the east which added to the magnificance [sic] of the occasion. Columns of troops could now be indistinctly seen moving towards the enemys works by the flank. The shells exploding in all directions; the long streaks of light darting through the air caused by the burning fuses; the flashes from our guns as the men advanced firing volleys; the parapet of the enemy's works in one red blaze; the shrill report of rifled cannon; the loud roar of heavy artillery, and the sharp crack of musketry combined, made it a scene of the wildest grandeur. Daylight now revealed our position, and the enemy opened a general fire, so that our view was not as good as earlier in the morning. But we remained in our position, for a chance to view such scenes rarely occurs. Fighting was severe both on our right and left, and as our troops advanced in line of battle through the heavy abattis, charging from one ravine to another, the excitement was intense as our men were falling by scores. The works were soon reached at different points and the men took shelter in the ditch for protection. Some few I am told ventured over the works and were all with very view exceptions, either killed or taken prisoners. The heaviest of the fighting was done before 7 A. M., although heavy firing was kept up all day. Those of our wounded who could be reached were promptly carried off and attended to. At night the men were busily engaged in carrying off the dead that could be reached. The men fell back in the night as it was deemed inexpedient to press the attack further. Our loss in this assault was severe, and will reach twelve or fifteen hundred.
At this time our men have resumed their former position, with nothing but skirmishing going on. What is the next move Gen. Banks will inform us in due time. Rumor says an attempt is to be made to blow up the enemy's works. The causalities in our regiment in addition to those named are Co. A. Michael Dougherty, wounded in hand; Co. F. Eugene A. Basset, wounded in the thigh; Co. D. Corporal M. Hallett, wounded in leg, since amputated; Co. C. Sergt. Bingham killed. In other companies I have forgotten the. names. Total in regiment killed 3, wounded 12. Capt. Stocum is sick and relieved from duty. I think he will be with us in a few days. Lieut. Faucett is still sick in Baton Rouge hospital. I am informed his health is improving. Andrew P. Emerson, Co. F. died at Baton Rouge to-day of fever. As I close the fight has commenced again.
Yours, J. F. LITTLE.

From a private letter from Captain ROBERT J. Burnham, written June 20th we take the following: 
"Sunday, the 14th, (no other day would do,) at 4 A. M. the storming party moved forward to the assault, the 4th Wisconsin leading, the next regiment carring [sic] hand-grenades, the third carrying fascines and cotton bags with which to fill up the ditch in front of the breastworks. The Rebs ever vigilant, were swarming in rear of their works. As soon as our men appeared opened a heavy fire of musketry upon them, notwithstanding which, our brave fellows went ahead with a yell and succeeded in reaching a ravine, which runs parallel with the works and about five rods therefrom. Some even reached the ditch after climbing over the felled trees, brush, &c, and mounted the parapet; but not being supported about thirty were taken prisoners. The ravine was full of our men, the bullets flew over their heads like hail, and there they lay. It was instant death to a man to show his head over the brow beyond the ravine, and the danger was just as great in retiring; the consequence was that they remained in possession, the living, the wounded and the dead, until night, when they were quietly withdrawn. Nearly all the wounded were brought off that night under cover of the darkness, but the dead and a few of the wounded could not be reached. Some of the wounded remained there three days in the scorching sun. Wednesday, the fourth day after the assault, there was a truce of a few hours in which to bury the dead. Our men were not allowed to advance beyond the picket line, three or four hundred Rebs coming outside of their works and carrying the bodies to our lines. One man was brought in alive who had lain four days in the hot sun seriously wounded. What our loss in that useless assault I can but guess. I saw at least four hundred wounded come in. Capt. Stocum saw 114 bodies on Wednesday brought in by the Confeds. Gen. Banks is preparing for another assault. He asked for a thousand volunteers to lead the party. Twice that number immediately stepped out. Some from nearly every regiment. There are 15 or 16 nine months regiments in this Department, or about half the whole force, whose time will expire in the course of the next two months."

Our Army Correspondent.
N. Y. S. VOL'S. VIRGINIA July 7th 1863.
To Editor of Elmira Gazette:
After an interval of a few weeks, I again seat myself a la mode the Turk, in the shade of large pine to write you. It gives me pleasure to chronicle all incidents and events connected with the 141st, and I have even assurance to believe the numerous friends of the Reg't. are glad to hear from us, and watch with interest our every move.
The order to advance, from Diascund Bridge, was obeyed with cheerfuless [sic] and alacrity, as our position there was not at all agreeable—dense forests surrounded us on every side, and only small plots of cultivated fields like an oasis in the desert, seemed to cast a cheerful ray over an impenetrable gloom that characterized the place. The woods were chequered with horse paths and roads, leading to rebel ambuscades and hiding places. In the deep dark ravines were Gorillas watching us; there was a sense of insecurity a lurking suspicion resting in the minds of us all that ever kept us uneasy, being few in number, and in the advance we were necessarily all on duty night and day. On the 26th ult. we advanced to Cumberland Landing on a tributary to the Pamunky river, and distant 12 miles. It was here that we ascertained that there was a general movement of troops, and on the evening of our days march, the broad plains along the Cumberland were dotted over with white tents. On the day following we marched to White House Landing and our entire force numbering many thousand bivouaced on the extensive and once beautiful estate of Gen. Fitz Hugh Lee, who was captured by our cavalry on the 2d day of our arrival at White  House Landing.. On the morning of July 1st, a general movement was ordered again, and we advanced to Baltimore Cross Roads, a distance of some 4 miles from Bottom's Bridge, and about 12 miles from Richmond. At several places along the route rebel scouts fled before us, frequently plunging aside into the woods, then far in front debouching at some unexpected point.
A Quartermaster of the 167th Pa. Reg't. who unconsciously became separated from his command by falling to the rear, was gobbled up by a squad of Gorillas and recaptured by our cavalry. When found he was tied in an old house, and his captors were leisurely smoking in an adjacent yard but fled precipitately on the approach of our troops. The Quartermaster had in his possession at the time of his capture $400 which the rebels knew nothing of.
On the evening of this day our artillerists opened the ball with the enemy, but received no response, on the following morning at 3 o'clock a cry of "To Arms," brought every man to his feet, and a retrograde movement was ordered. Nearly all the infantry force fell back five miles, our Reg't. with the rest. In the P. M. the Rebels opened 4 Howitzers and our troops replied with two 12 lb Napoleons. The 89th N. Y. and 178th Pa. were skirmishers and lost 15 in killed and wounded. Late in the P. M. of this day we were ordered to advance again. Entering the woods we marched and countermarched, arriving at a clearing a halt was ordered, and the Battalion was closed in mass. The enemy made a demonstration on the 40th Mass. on our right a heavy fire of muskets was opened by the 40th, but the enemy saw fit not to answer—then all was still and nothing disturbed the uniform tranquility save the sweet and melancholy notes of a lone whipporwill. The moon was shining brightly and it was almost as light as noon day. Suddenly a terrific canonading belched forth with a precision and rapidity that startled us. Solid shot and pieces of R. R. iron came whizzing and bounding over us cutting off the limbs of trees and plowing up the earth of the bank beyond us, luckily the canoneers aimed too high so that none of the shots took effect: the circumstances and surroundings were most solemn—momentarily we were expecting a shell in our midst,—the men had never before been under fire and began to feel nervous, when Gen. Keyes rode past us saying "boys keep cool"—then ordered us to retire which we did in good order. After the first shot was fired, there was a general stampede among the colored population, my Sam ran away leaving my blankets, rations, coffee pot and frying pan. When I asked him the day following why he "skedaddled" he replied by saying "Why Massa Cap. I think you all be killed, and you neber want de hard tack, coffee pot and frying pan."
Falling back a half mile the 5th N. Y., four gun battery, opened on the enemy, which he only answered by a few random shell; in meantime a force of infantry and cavalry followed the 40th Mass. of our Brigade, with an intention of flanking us on the left. The 40th getting in position behind an embankment, waited for the enemy who approached by platoons, when within pistol shot gave the enemy a galling fire. They rallied several times, but were repulsed with quite a heavy loss in killed and wounded. They yelled, but did not cheer; their battle-cry is in fine clarion tones, similar to the shouts of school boys at recess, and resembles hi! hi! hi!—Since that night the enemy have not manifested a disposition for a fight, yet not a day passes that we have not a succession of alarms. Yesterday it approached near enough to drive our pickets in and retire after shooting two of our horses. Their reported force was three regiments and seven pieces of artillery with some cavalry.
The news of Lee's defeat has a wonderful exhilerating effect on the troops. If you could have heard the huzzahs, long, loud and deep, on the receipt of the cheering intelligence, it would have done you good. Prior to this the news had been very discouraging, and soldiers felt disenheartened; now they are infused with new life and spirit. We hope to have a hand in taking Richmond. Gen. Meade we trust will not move too rapid, so as to deprive us of any of the glory of a Peninsula campaign. We have had long and weary marches from Yorktown, and do not feel that we are here for nothing.
The weather is now very warm and the men at times feel almost overcome with the heat; the water is hard and the soap poor; (the only Abolitionist we love is James Pyle) consequently we find it difficult to keep as sweet and clean as our wives and sweet-hearts would wish, but what the soap and water fails to do, the natural scavangers [sic] of the body will not. All the clothing that we have with us, we wear on our back. Line officers are glad to partake of the hospitalities of the rank and file, and it is not uncommon to see an officer, private and darkey sleeping side by side under the same blanket, and perchance if the night is cool, the commissioned gentle­man is quite apt to try and get in the middle; this same party composing the mess, eat from the same plate and drink from the same cup. I may safely say that we are mellowed down to soldiering in good earnest; necessity com­pels one and all to extend courtesy and kind­ness—an eye to comfort supercedes [sic] style, and the article of war (hard tack) is what we swear by.
The order has (July 8th) just been received to march to Yorktown. How unexpected! Its raining—rain—rain all day; we floun­der through mud up to one's knees and are drenched to the skin; great streams of water gush from the hillsides, small brooks are swelled to roaring torrents, and the roads are all deluged on the low-lands, quite lakes have suddenly appeared, yet we make to-day twenty miles and lie down on the wet ground. A number of men of our Division died from exhaustion, but we are happy, having heard the glorious news of the surrender of Vicksburg and the confirmation of the capture of Lee's entire army has raised our spirits to a degree scarcely imaginable. July 9th we marched twenty-three miles—all very much fatigued—encamped one mile east of Fort Magruder. At five o'clock A. M., July 10th, continued on march to Yorktown, a distance of twelve miles, which place we reached at eleven A. M., a tired, lame and sore army, having been absent from there just one month. This ends our Peninsula campaign. At seven o'clock this evening we take passage on the "Swan" for Washington, and from there we know not our destination.
Our new field-officers, Col. Logie, Lt. Col. Patrick and Maj. Clauharty have assumed the duties of their respective offices. They are officers of experience, and we hope Col. Hathaways old regiment will ever sustain its honor. We will try.
Our Elmira friends will be pained to learn that our excellent Quartermaster Haight, has been suffering from ill health for some time. ... ambition has too long kept him up for ...
Yours, truly,  ***

From our Army Correspondent.
To Editor of Elmira Gazette:
'Tis raining hard to-day. Bivouaced [sic], our regiment is awaiting orders, and to keep dry I have accepted the hospitality of a farmer, whose house is near camp. To while away the time will give you a rambling sketch of our marches, &c, since we left Washington. Arriving in Washington July 11th, at one o'clock P. M., we ascertained our destination was Frederick City, Md., and beyond, to reinforce General Meade. We did not leave Washington until late in the evening, but during our sojourn (so long having been deprived of "good things,") we eat, drank and were merry. Suffice it to say, beer, segars, lemonades, sweet cake, ice cream and pie was dealt out by the candy girls, who receive oftener than otherwise, a kiss with the dime in return for their merchandise from our gallant "soger boys."
Our trip up the B. & O. R. R. was necessarily slow, owing to the immense amount of transportation on the road. The country much of the way to Frederick City is romantic and picturesque in the extreme; small but well tilled farms lie at the base of the mountains, and buildings rudely constructed, painted and rustic in appearance, are nestled in shrubbery—and great is the change compared with Virginia, where only broad-spread ruin is everywhere visible. It seems to me as if I never again wish to travel over those flat, sandy barrens of the Peninsula. We encamped in Frederick twenty-four hours. It is a pretty place, containing ten thousand inhabitants, and the country surrounding is rich and fertile, in fact such is the case all over Maryland. Well can the "rebs" sing "My Maryland"—'tis a "Garden of Eden," and we think the finest country we were ever in. In connection with Frederic City I must speak of it, being a strong Union city, and scarce if ever, has it been our lot to visit a city that was graced with as much female loveliness, and they received us with a cordiality and kindness never before met with by us in any southern town or city. In passing through the city they gave us a perfect ovation of salutations, and we in return gave them cheer after cheer with big tigers; beautiful banners were flung to the breeze from nearly every public and private house, which gave elegance to the principal avenue thro' the city; it was one grand flutter of banners and handkerchiefs, and if the loyalty of the people is to be judged by the enthusiasm manifested, the citizens of Frederick are true. 
July 14th at four o'clock, the bugle was sounded and at five we were on the march. After proceeding five miles west, we began to ascend the eastern slope of one of the ranges of the Blue Ridge; rounding its crest a most lovely view was before us. Far in the distance a purple shadow marked the outlines of South Mountain, whose cone-like pinnacles seemed to penetrate the western skies. For many miles were spread in na­ture's charming beauty, golden acres of wheat, green carpeted meadows, and waving fields of Indian corn, while neat cottages and farm houses adorned this panoramic scene, and lent an air of comfort, wealth and pros­perity; as far as the eye could reach were long trains of supplies and ammunition, and to the front and rear were tens of thousands of troops, with bayonets glistening in the dazzling sunlight—a part of Gen. Meade's grand Army of the Potomac. On our route we met many of the New York troops sent out by our noble and patriotic Governor Seymour,   to drive the "avenging invader" from Penn sylvania and Maryland.
Arriving at Boonsboro, we noticed the ef­fects of the contending armies, the fences were destroyed and fields of grain, ready for the sickle, were trampled in the earth.— Marching west from this town an intolerable stench polluted the air, arrising [sic] from the de­composed carcasses of horses killed a few days ago in a cavalry engagement, and the smell almost sickened us. Passed over the battle ground of South Mountain—distance marched to-day twenty miles.
July 15th—On the march at six o'clock; after advancing three miles information hav­ing been received that Gen. Lee had recrossed the Potomac, orders were given to pro­ceed in the direction of Harper's Ferry. The information of Lee's escape was given Col. Logie by Gen. Wadsworth, which much disheartened us, though we had an inkling of it the day before, consequently the news was not entirely unexpected.
In the P. M. of that day we read in the New York and Philadelphia papers that Lee had effected his escape and recrossed the river. On the receipt of the order to proceed southerly we were within four miles of Hagerstown. Marching southerly we passed through a little town called Keedersville, that had been pillaged by the rebels. The inhabitants tell many anecdotes of the rebels when passing through the place on their way to invade Pennsylvania. They told them that they were going to Harrisburg to get some beer; on their return jocularly said they found no beer but plenty of Mead.
Arriving at Keedersville we were halted to allow the First Army Corps to pass, which occupied six hours. A portion of the corps was composed of the skeleton ranks of the Pennsylvania reserves: they looked like war-worn veterans, so brown, and toughened by constant and long exposures, many marching without hats, coats or shoes; the officers looked as rough as privates, the insigna [sic] of rank being scarcely visible. Some companies were commanded by sergeants and corporals and numbered but a dozen men, and several regiments were reduced to 100 to 150 men, and were commanded by lieutenants. 
July 16—After marching two miles were again halted to allow the Fifth Army Corps to advance, which consumed six hours time—the troops and trains being at least eight miles long. This evening was visited by our old friends Captain "Lote" Baldwin and Chaplain Crane of the 107th N. Y. regiment, that lies encamped only three miles from us; both of these officers are looking and feeling well. From the former we obtained many interesting accounts of the late bloody battle of Gettysburg. The Captain is a thorough gentleman and a good officer, and I hope he will get the position in the 107th that he has so richly earned on the battle field. We expect to move very soon, probably in the direction of Fredericksburg. Our marching has been severe, averaging in rain and sun twenty miles per day. Officers and men need rest. Yours, Truly, ***

From the 141st Regiment.
NEAR GOOSE CREEK, VA., July 24th, 1863.
DEAR TRIBUNE—I wrote you last from White House landing, the morning of our advance towards Richmond. We marched that day, July 1st, to Bottoms Bridge twelve miles from the Rebel Capital, where we shelled out a small force of the enemy, and confidently expected to enter the city the next day, but on the contrary we were ordered to fall back a mile or so where we remained inactive in the broiling sun seven days. The rebels certainly had but a small force at Richmond, for our cavalrymen rode within the fortifications and stole horses, we were so near that by climbing a hill near our camp we could hear the sound of the city bells; and if on the morning of the 4th every commanding officer had quietly slid off the Pennisular [sic] into York River, the boys would have taken Richmond. On the 8th we were ordered to Yorktown, and marching sixty miles in a little over two days we arrived there, and immediately took transports for Washington, and marching straight across the city under the great dome to the Depot, took the cars for Frederick; where our Regiment was ordered to the eleventh army corps; the badge of which is a crescent, and since the battle of Chancellorsville the rest of the army call it the "flying halfmoon." Leaving Frederick the 14th we commenced our march in search of the "glorious  'leventh;" and winding over hills and through vallies, we crossed the battle ground of South Mountain; and was in sight of Antetam [sic], and on the morning of the 16th we met Gen. Wadsworth riding leasurely [sic] towards us, who informed us that Lee had escaped and that the army was falling back; Whereupon we made a sudden turn and march back to a cross roads and halted, and there we saw the "splendid Army of the Potomac" pass in review. When the old 86th came along you better believe we made some noise; There we saw Charley and Leroy, Eugene Hazelton, the Stone boys, Abe Grover, Jimmey Powers, who belongs to a Wisconsin Regiment, Scott Fogle, Ben Dewitt, Ira Bennett, and dozens of others, some of whom we had not met for years, and who left Hornellsville before the Rail Road was built, having a pretty good memory we astonished them by calling them by nick names familliar [sic] in the old school days. We also saw Wm. Ward, who is in the signal corps and attached to Genl. Meads staff. Charley and Leroy were both well, Charley stands it well for one so young, and gave us his fist like an old soldier; Leroy has charge of a branch of the Commissary Department of his Regiment. Ira Bennett has the credit of keeping his gun in the best condition of any man in the regiment, for which he has been promoted to Corporal. The 107th and also the 11th Corps had taken another road, and we missed both, so we kept on alone two more days and finally struck our dutch brethren at Berlin, a small station on the rail road, between Point of Rocks and Harpers Ferry, six miles below the latter. The 11th Corps is commanded by Genl. Howard, as you well know, and we are in the second Brigade third Division. The Division is commanded by Gen. Carl Schurz, the Brigade, by some "furiner" whose name I am as yet unable to spell or pronounce, and the nearest I can come to it is to follow Lord Byrons rule, Sneeze three times and say sky. You ask a dutchman to tell you the Generals name and he whops it out so sudden that you stand in mute astonishment at the power of language, utterly unable to follow him, and turn away in despair [sic], regretting your ignorance of the German; The men of the corps are mostly Germans from Wisconsin and Pennsylvania, and are intelligent and brave. The corps was formerly commanded by Blenker, and also by Siegle, and has always done good work with the exception of  Chancellorsville which is the only shade on its banner, and time will redeem that. At Berlin we saw Col. Crane of the 107th. He was looking well, and his two years experience in the 23d should certainly render him qualified to command. 
We crossed the Potomac on pontoons and for five days have been marching with the Army up the valley east of the blue ridge, with the intention of preventing Lee's crossing the mountains on his way to Richmand [sic]. We are delayed here by reason of a bridge across Goose creek having been burned, but are fast reconstructing it. Our destination is probably Gordonsville to head off Lee.
Remaining over one train at Washing­ton to load the Baggage I was witness to a proceeding that I shall always believe  was the work of traitors at the seat of Govern­ment, to prevent reinforcements reaching Genl. Meade. The city was full of troops and the river full of transports, waiting to unload thousands of soldiers, and at 11 o'clock I started on a train that bore two full regiments, besides Co. H, of our Regi­ment that remained behind as a guard.— At Laurel twenty miles, we stopped for water and I stepped off the cars to take  a look at the old camp. I heard a roaring and a rush, saw a man run down the track swinging a red light, and instantly there was a terrible crash and the two trains were closed together like a spy glass. The last train also contained two Regiments and was drawn by two powerful government engines, and such was their speed that the wheels spun round on the track for five minutes after they were reversed. Where was the blame? Of course the first thing was to lay it all to the engineers, as is always the case, and in most instances unjustly, but on inquiring it came out that both trains were ignorant of the existence [sic] of the other, and that the hind engineers had never been over the road before, knew nothing of water stations, had no instructions or knowledge of a train ahead, were put on the train by a government official at Washington and ordered to run to Frederick. The strangest part is that though about twenty cars were forced right into and in some instances plumb through others, and not a car but was more or less shattered; of over three thousand soldiers, not a man was killed, and none seriously injured that I could learn with the Exception of a few broken limbs; and yet there are those who doubt a special Providence! By this collision the track was obstructed nearly a day, and if there had been a battle as was expected at the time, thousands of soldiers would have been kept from joining our army, and perhaps given the victory to the rebels.
Our boys stand it well, what there is left of us, but the fatigue and exposure of the last two months has thinned our ranks sad­ly, there being to-day only four hundred and sixty-five that bear arms. A few are detailed and on detached service, but the greater portion are discharged, disabled in Hospitals, and dead. Those that are well, are tough, rough, and hearty; rags, dirt, and U. S. lice seeming only to add strength to our bodies and cheerfulness to our souls. Upheld by a firm faith in a final victory, we hopefull [sic] bear our burdens, knowing that the angry sea of Rebellion is nearly crossed.
"And just before the shining shore 
We can almost discover."
M. W. H.

From our Army Correspondent.
Camp 141st Reg't, N.Y. V., Army of
Potomac, July 24, 1863.    
To Editor of Elmira Gazette:
On the 17th I wrote you in camp near Berlin on the eve of that day we  marched a few miles to join our corps, the Eleventh, 2d Brigade, 3d Division. We fully realize that we are in the grand Army of the Potomac, so formidable, brave and patriotic, and when we see its magnitude, are compelled to believe it invincible. Our corps numbers thirty-four regiments, and to a large ex­tent is composed of Germans whose innate passion for music enlivens the surrounding camps with sweet and mellow notes from BETHOVEN and MOZART, and oft times at the hour of midnight, such melodies charm the half sleeping soldier who is loth to slumber until the echo of the last note dies away in the distant glen.
Arriving at Berlin, we crossed the Potomac on pontoons, and made our way into Virginia, averaging about twenty miles per day when marching. The first forty miles that we marched through the valley of Virginia, is a charming country, with wooded hills and smiling vales, and has not been desolated by the armies but as we advanced, secesh became stronger and the traces of war more visible.
When marching through Waterford, a pretty little village five miles south of Leesburg, the most agreeable Union demonstrations were made. 'Twas Sabbath-day—bevies of ladies attired in gay silks and delaines, like clusters of flowers of variegated hues, welcomed us, waving the Stars and Stripes. Some of them seeing our troops suffering with heat and fatigue, gave them water and fanned them. Going father South, only now and then a citizen was met with, finally at the farm houses, only the women, usually a half a dozen at a place, and little colored children were seen.
Yesterday we marched through Middleburg, a town of considerable size—nearly every door and window was closed and the place looked as lonely as a graveyard. Some negroes told us that what few inhabitants were left fled to the woods on the approach of our army.
We are now four miles west of Warrenton, which is about one hundred miles from Frederick City, Maryland, by the way of our line of march; will probably continue our march on to Richmond. As usual are hearing various rumors and reports about Gen. LEE; surrender of Charleston, &c. &c., but as we have not received a mail in two weeks, we are ignorant of what has occurred during that time beyond the limits of our own regiment, brigade or corps.
Many of our troops are marched out, feet sore and stiff joints. Some of the wounded are gaining strength, and prove by a determined spirit that they can become inured to all the hardships incident to a soldier's life, and it is not unfrequent that they outdo strong muscular men.
Col. LOGIE says that our regiment must beat any regiment in the Division in discipline, marching and fighting. On all our marches thus far, we have been able to beat any of the regiments to our front or rear. Our column always moves in good order; the files are kept dressed and no straggling allowed. We expect soon to have our number augmented by drafted men. L. WHITON, of Co. K. who left for Elmira to-day will have charge of the recruits for the three companies from Chemung county. The weather is very warm 90 deg Fahrenheit. Yours truly, ***

The 141st N. Y. Regiment.
July 30th, 1863.
EDITOR, JOURNAL.--The 141st left Suffolk May 4th, and reached West Point on the 7th, and commenced fortifying immediately. We labored with the pick and shovel day and night for three weeks, received the message "well done good and faithful servants," from the commanding General, then retired from active service with the expectation of enjoying a few days rest secure behind the breastworks. But in this we were disappointed, for the next day we received orders to be in readiness to evacuate the place at a moment's notice; which we did June 1st, taking the precaution of destroying the greater part of the works about the place before leaving. Reached Yorktown June 3d when we landed and marched to our camp on the heights back of the town. Yorktown is well fortified, but in size not what we anticipated. It is a town only in name and in the warlike associations that have made it celebrated. We stayed at Yorktown seven days, and were then ordered to Williamsburg. The next day we were ordered to be ready for a reconnoisance in force up the peninsula. Our force was composed of the 2d and 3d Brigades, General Gordon's Division, two batteries and a small detachment of cavalry. The first day we moved nearly twenty miles; as a matter of course we lost our way, causing a countermarch of several miles. We halted about a mile above Chickahominy Church and bivouacked in the woods. After the halt for the night comes the busiest hour of the day. A spring must be found, water brought, fires lighted and supper prepared. This finished, then comes the sleeping arrangements, which consists of gathering an armful of boughs and depositing them under a tree, then wrapping our blanket around us lay down to seek repose; or hold communion with nature and an innumerable host of insects their visits enlivened by the buzzing of mosquitoes and the croaking of toads from swamps in every direction.
The next morning at daybreak a squad of men was sent out and soon returned with an abundance of fresh meat, chickens ducks, &c., which weresoon distributed among the men. It was quite comical to see our field and line officers gathered in groups about the fires, forgetting for the time, the dignity of 'shoulder straps' and 'waiters,' and lost in the pleasing occupa­tion of roasting meat, chickens, &c. Af­ter disposing of a hearty breakfast a pair of 'game cocks' were discovered among our contraband fowls; the fact was hail­ed with pleasure by the 'sporting gents' of the Reg't. A ring was formed and the 'knights of the spur' each eager for the fray, and each backed by a pair of shoulder straps, were placed in the arena; one was designated as 'old Abe,' the other 'Jeff.' After a few rounds the betting commenced, and cries of a 'dollar on Jeff,' two to one on old Abe, 'that was a dasterly [sic] blow for Jeff.' &c., &c., greeted the ear from every direction. The contest was soon ended and 'old Abe' was vociferously cheered as conqueror of the ring. The old fellow appreciated our applause, straightened himself proudly up, crowed, and spreading his wings, retired to a private life at his family roost. His success was regarded by many as a good omen, and it was conjectured that our peninsular campaign would prove a success. During the day foraging squads were sent out in every direction, visiting only the houses that were known to be occupied by rebels. There was but very little ceremony in our visits; the party would deploy as skirmishers, and surround the house, cutting off the retreat of any one that might find it convenient to skedaddle. Then proceed to take an inventory of their domestic supplies; if these were found plentiful enough to arouse a suspicion that they were not all used for family purposes, they were very quietly relieved of the overplus; consisting of hams, bacon, flour, corn meal, tobacco, &c. Then collecting all the horses, mules and wagons on the plantation, load the forage, and make our exit as quickly as we came; unless those of the party who were prone to yield to the cravings of appetite, could obtain a permit from the officer in command to seek for delicacies in the cellar, where we generally succeeded in finding butter, eggs, &c. Then proceeding to the kitchen, inform Dinah that 'hoe cakes' would be acceptable; and soon make her eyes open wide with astonishment at the ravages of Yankee appetites among warm hoe cakes and butter. The worst feature of our visits was when it was thought necessary to arrest the man of the house. The first instance of this kind was that of a rebel sutler, (formerly a minister) which your correspondent witnessed while perched on the branch of a hugh [sic] cherry tree over their heads. Although they were 'rebs' still it was a touching scene. The father too proud to yield to the promptings of nature before his enemies; kissing each of the little ones as they gathered about him then forced by the guard to tear himself from the embrace of his weeping wife, who already, (as she said) imagined him suffering in a Yankee prison, and perhaps put to death by Yankee soldiers. Although a hard-hearted veteran of nearly a year's service, still the scene touched a tender chord and tears of sympathy and cherry-pits all commingling fell.
The next day, June 16th, we marched to Diascond Bridge. The 141st was in the advance of the column, deployed as skirmishers from the centre of the reg't on either side of the road, each man marching at intervals of five paces, forming a line of nearly a mile in length, in the rear of which our column might advance without danger of being surprised by the enemy. 
Skirmishing through the woods on a hot, sultry day with a soldier's personal effects is considered by many as rare sport, but we all failed to appreciate it. On we skirmished for nearly ten miles; now through an open space, then plunging into the dense woods, over logs and through thick underbrush, now wading a stream, then climbing up and down the sides of a ravine, the banks lined with interwoven blackberry bushes, through which a passage must be forced, however disagreeable, now wading through a dismal swamp, and stagnant pools, inhabited by a countless throng of hideous reptiles, then miring into a 'slough of despond' so soft that if it had not been for the width of our government sandals, we would have been compelled to exclaim with the sinking Peter 'save or I perish.' All the while every eye must be peeled for bushwhackers. If one falls behind he has to double-quick it to his place in line. It is not surprising that while on such a tramp as this the boys should exclaim 'my kingdom for a horse.'
We remained at Diascond Bridge until June 26th, then marched to White House and pitched our tents on the plantation of Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, who was the next day taken prisoner by our cavalry. After waiting for reinforcement we moved to Baltimore Cross Roads, July 1st. In the P. M., our pickets were driven in by rebel cavalry, but they were quickly repulsed by one of our batteries that opened on them. At daybreak we were ordered to fall back about four miles. After sundown we advanced about two miles, halting in an open space, where we closed in mass and stacked arms, with orders to rest by our stacks. Scarcely had sleep spread its mantle of unconsciousness over us, when, whiz, came a shell over our heads so close every one instinctively hugged the ground; the men sprang to their guns as if the enemy was upon them; Col. Logie ordered them to lay down, scarcely had he given the order when, whiz, came a piece of railroad iron, ploughing up a little rise of ground in front of the reg't, passing over us, and burying itself in the ground just in our rear. The rebs had altogether too good a range of our position, and Col. Logie was ordered to have the reg't fall back for a less exposed position. Two companies (E. & K.) were then ordered to skirmish through the woods to ascertain the position of the enemy. After our return our battery opened on the rebs with shell who replied with but a few irregular shots.
Shelling in the night is a fine sight. The roar of the cannon, the bright rocket-like stream of fire, the terrible whizzing of the shell as it goes crashing through the tree-tops, bursting and scattering its messengers of death in every direction, make a very interesting kind of fire works if one is merely out of range.
We remained at Baltimore Cross Roads until the 8th having frequent skirmishes with the rebs, with but little loss on either side, when we were ordered back to Yorktown a distance of sixty miles, which we marched in forty-eight hours. The first day the rain fell until the middle of the afternoon in perfect torrents, making the roads in many places nearly impassable. While marching through a low, swampy place with the mud over our shoetops; Col. Logie received a dispatch from Gen. Keyes confirming the success of the army of the Potomac. Although weary with marching, drenched with rain, and   nearly covered with mud, our cheers rose loud and wild above the roar of the storm, and splashing of mud in the swamps of the Chickahominy.
We took transports to Washington; then by railroad to Frederick City, where the 141st was assigned to the 11th Army Corps. We left Frederick City on the 13th and after nearly a week's marching and counter-marching succeeded in joining our Corps near Harper's Ferry, and were assigned to the 2d Brigade, 3d Division, 11th Corps.
We crossed the Potomac on pontoons at Berlin on the 19th, and marched to Warrenton Junction where we are now stationed, camped in the woods, and will probably wait here for our 'ration of conscripts' before we ''fights mit Sigel," or at least with his old command. Our continued marching during this hot weather, has proved too much for the strength of many of the boys, forty of which were sent to the hospital at Washington a few days since.
Notice of Capt. Shults' resignation was received to-day and he leaves for home to-morrow. He was a good officer and had won the respect of all who knew him in the reg't. We were sorry to lose him as captain; yet none could blame him for resigning, knowing that he was actually unable to bear the fatigue of marching.
July 31st—We learn to-day that the 11th Corps has been broken up; the 1st Division will join the 2nd Corps, the 2nd Division will join the 12th Corps, and the 3d Division forms an independent division commanded by Maj. Gen. Carl Schurz, for the purpose of picketing on the railroad, between Rappahannock Station and Manassas Junction.
A. B.

[For the Advertiser.]
DIED.—In camp at Weaversville, near Catlett Station, Va., on the 11th inst., of Typho Malarial Fever, ELISHA WRIGHT, aged 32 years.
At Camden Street Hospital, Baltimore, Md., on the 11th inst., EDWIN WEED, aged 21 years. 
Both of the above deceased were members of the 141st Reg't. N. Y. S. V., (Co. C.) The result of the visit of the 141st to the Malarial Swamps of the Yorktown Peninsula is being developed by the number of deaths that are reported from the different Hospitals. The number that have been sent to General Hospitals since the Reg't left Yorktown to go up the Peninsula, is 165, and out of that number 22 have died, and many more will be added to the list of deaths.

From our Army Correspondent.
CAMP 141ST REG'T. N. Y. S. V.
Our regiment is encamped in a beautiful "oak opening" near Warrenton Junction, and enjoying that repose so neeedful [sic] to our health and future usefulness. Picket duty has been rigorously exacted from us, but the arduous duties of the march we have escaped for twenty days. Our Peninsula Campaign preceded by the marches through Maryland and Virginia over taxed the physical abilities of our men endangering health as the sick list attests, and which resulted in the death of two captains (Aldrich and Towle) and twenty four non-commissioned officers and privates. Five Lieutenants are dangerously sick in Washington and elsewhere and two hundred enlisted are absent sick in the General Hospitals—about fifty with the regiment are reported unfit for duty. This is a sorry record of a regiment that was once so strong and healthy as ours, and is attributable to the forty days soldiering on the Yorktown Peninsula, and contracting a fever common in that malarious region. 
The entire army of the Potomac seems to be at rest, or rather inactive but this seeming rest will in all probability be broken ere Autumn is ushered in. This siesta will soon develop an apparent object. With the bracing and invigorating air of Fall our ranks will be swollen with the new levies, and as the frosts of October divests the oak of its foliage and leaves it naked to the winter blasts, so will we blot from Virginia with a fell swoop every vestige of treason and scatter like the dry leaves of Autumn those who are arrayed against us. This must be; the valley of the Mississippi is open to us, while the country adjacent the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlan­tic sea coast for many miles is in our possession. Over 90,000 rebels have been captured since July 1st. Victory after victory has perched upon our banner. There is a strong Union sentiment and a desire for a restoration of the Union in several of the so called confederate states, which if encouraged by the President may result in an early peace, which is so much desired by the soldiers who have long been absent from home and friends and subject to the hardships and dan­gers of a terrible war. With this new light that begins to illuminate the southern skies, is a golden opportunity to now show our great national magnanimity and we hope the copperheads, abolitionists and the grand ar­my, of army speculators and men high in office will not continue to throw obstacles in the way of peace which would restore happiness and prosperity to our now distracted country.  
During the month of September, we expect that our now thinned ranks will be filled by the conscripts; yet we are not over san­guine that our ranks will de filled to the maximum number,—the $300, clause will enable many to escape and as the new con­script song goes. 
"Oh! the country now is thick, with lame, blind, and sick,        
No one stirs about without a crutch or stick."

There was a lively interest manifested throughout the army at the time the draft was made, and when the names of the drafted men were given, there seemed to be a gen­eral good feeling. Undoubtedly the advent of our brothers and friends in camp donned in blue, standing in a pair of Government brogans, with an English musket at a  "right shoulder shift," will cause some broad smiles on the phizzes of the old veterans who will think "now you've got it.'' But we will give words of cheer to our brethren who probably will not relish our mode of living, and the sang froid manner in which we help ourselves from those who have and we have'nt [sic]. Our new friends will possess very little reverence for Virginia soil. A gun and equipments must be kept scrupulously neat, he must wait on himself as no sister or mother will be present to prepare meals to his peculiar taste, and make up his bed. You who complain of your pallet of straw not being well stirred, or bed of down not softly made, while you can, enjoy it without murmuring! Husbands, fathers or brothers who are wont to find fault with wife, mother or sister, because the coffee is too weak, too strong, too hot, or too cold, the biscuit too heavy, or in the absence of custard for tea, go away in a pout, take early warning and begin now to do your own cooking, washing and mending! Eat sour beans without seasoning, and practice well on hard bread and pork of a doubtful character. I do not write this to discourage our metamorphosed warriors. Army rations with a keen appetite relish as well as the choicest edibles that grace the table of the epicure, but one has to learn to take them in and out of season, raw and cooked, or as circumstances permit. In rain storms, in heat and cold, night and day, early and late, you will be called upon to do your duty. Do it manfully, cheerfully and faithfully, by presenting an unbroken front to the enemy and we will all soon go home together, honored sons of the north, having sustained the old flag and vindicated constitutional liberty that will reign triumphantly from Maine to Texas and little " Mac" for President.
A number of resignations have taken place within the past three weeks. Among the number Capt. W. F. Tuttle so well and favorably known in Elmira. Capt. T. was a universal favorite in the regiment, and is missed much, but Capt. doubtless finds Coke and Blackstone more agreeable companions than Casey and Hardee. Quartermaster Haight was compelled to resign on account of continued ill health. Mr. Haight was a kind and obliging officer, and his accounts were kept in the most correct and satisfactory manner which is alike creditable to him and his faithful assistant, Quartermaster Sergeant Miles W. Hawley. First Lieut. Emerson Belding is Mr. Haight's successor, and makes an efficient and good Quartermaster, which by the by, is one of the most important offices in a regiment. Since Col. Hathaway, Haight and so many of our old officer's resignations and deaths, we feel almost like a broken up family, but we are united as a band of brothers, and will ever hold dear to memory those who have been taken from us by disability, sickness or death.
Before closing I will make mention of Warrention [sic] Junction, once a place of considerable size and beauty, situated on the line of the Orange & Alexandria Railroad, distant fifty miles from Alexandria. An immense amount of business is being done on this road, and at Warrenton Depot. The surrounding country is entirely devastated, and is a sad picture of the dreary desolation of war. Immense quantities of decayed animal and vegetable substance lies scattered over this district and it will be a wonder if the health of the troops is not endangered by the poisonous exhalations from this decomposed matter. We are having quite pleasant weather with rain just often enough, and the nights are begining [sic] to be quite cool, so that woolen blankets are quite essential to comfort. ***

Nick-a-Jack Cave.
As the 141st Regiment has been stationed for some time in the vicinity of this famous cave, the following description of it, by a correspondent of the
Louisville Journal, maybe interesting to the friends of the Regiment if to no others:
"This celebrated cave is situated in the most eastern corner of Tennessee, and is one of the most remarkable works of nature in existence. It is one hundred and thirty miles from Nashville, on the Nashville and Chattanooga railroad. The adjacent station to the cave is Shell mound. The first look at this cave does not impress one with its wonderful magnitude. The front is somewhat irregular, and of a brown grayish granite rock. The opening is about forty feet high and some one hundred and thirty feet in width. On entering you begin to think you are in the deserted residence of giants.—Nature tossed every everything about, as if in disdain and defiance of earthly architects. The cave is said to extend nine miles back, but four miles is the furthest any explorer has been known to reach. From the main road, if I might so speak, there are veins of nice soft earth, in which may be seen saltpetre, mixed in large quanities [sic], and looking exactly like soda. The rebels, ere they were driven from this stronghold, worked the mine extensively in procuring this, to them, invaluable article. One hundred men were engaged, and the traces of these excavations are fresh yet. It is estimated that they procured one thousand pounds per week of pure saltpetre, with even their rough implements, and poor means of procuring it. Through the cave runs a pure clear, crystal little river from three to five feet deep, and from six to thirty feet wide. Sailing in a little light canoe, half filled with water, you can paddle up the stream one mile and half, when you come to the solid granite, and a stand still. The river gushes from out the rock, and no one knows from whence. In it are a tiny little eyeless fish called Molly-crawlbottoms. How wise and provident is nature in adapting all things to the elements above them.
In the cave are some notable places, such as the Chalk-Room, the Grocery, the Bat Room, and the Devil's Hole—a new name at the christening of which your correspondent was the Grand Lama. The "Chalk-Room" is so called from a pure white chalk formerly found there, the "Grocery" from the fact of some penurious creature having once had a pea-nut stand, where he practised [sic] extortion, the "Bat-Room," where bats are to be found in abundance, and may be caught in large numbers, and the "Devil's Hole" has its name from the feet of myself being once a "devil," and spent a pleasurable part of my life while recognized as such a notorious personage, in about such a hole.

Letter from Capt. Ross—Death of Chas. D. Van Vleet.
CAMP 141ST REG'T, N. Y. V.,
April 17th, 1864.
EDITOR OF EXPRESS, SIR:—I have to submit to you, for publication the death of Charles D. Van Vleet, late a member of my Company, (A, 141st Reg't, N. Y. V.,) who died on the 14th inst., in General Hospital No. 1, Nashville, Tenn., of Chronic Diarrhea. Van Vleet enlisted from Hector, (where his parents reside,) on the 14th of August, 1862, and has served honestly and faithfully with his Company since.—He was one of the very best of soldiers, and had the universal esteem of his whole Company. I am, Sir, 
Very respectfully,
Yours, &c.,
Capt. Co. A, 141st N. Y. V.

The 11th and 12th Army Corps have been consolidated, forming the 20th Army Corps, under command of Maj. Gen. Hooker. This throws the 107th N. Y. V. and the 141st N. Y. V., into the same Army Corps.

COL. LOGIE.—At the late battle at Atlanta, Col. W. L. Logie of this village was killed. He was the son of Dr. Wm. Logie of Geneva and was a young man, highly respected by every body who knew him. He has fallen in the service of his country and his name will be carried down to posterity as a patriot and hero. He was commander of the 141st Regiment of New York State Volunteers and received his death wound in bravely leading his men against a desperate foe. His father, sister and brothers who are left to mourn his loss have the tender sympathies of the whole community.

A GOOD SURGEON.—A letter from a wounded soldier in the `40th at Patterson Park Hospital, has been received. It was written mainly to inform our citizens how grateful the wounded men there feel toward the surgeon in charge, Dr. A. Y. Charbonon (as near as we can make out the name from the ms.) The writer says this surgeon is all that can be desired and omits nothing that can add to the comfort and welfare of the men. They all feel very grateful to him, and pray for his long life and prosperity. 
Major Thomas Sims, who is another officer at the Hospital, is also spoken of in high terms as a kind man. Ii gives us pleasure to bear to the public the testimony of sick and wounded soldiers in behalf of surgeons,

In General Hospital, Kingston, Ga. June 28, 1864, of Typhoid fever, FRANK L. ROYCE, a member of Co. A, 141st Reg't, N. Y. V.
The deceased was the only surviving son of Amos Royce, of the town of Dix. He enlisted August 14th, 1862, and participated in all the battles through which the gallant Regiment passed up to the time of his illness, about the 10th of June last. He fought at the battles of Dalton and Kenesaw, and faithfully and nobly performed all the arduous duties of a soldier, until stricken down by disease and compelled to leave the field. He was highly esteemed by the officers of his Company and Regiment, and beloved and respected by his fellow soldiers and a large circle of friends and acquaintances at home. His was a brave and patriotic spirit—he enlisted from motives of duty and willingly surrendered his life that his Country might live. "Thus sleep the brave."

THE 141ST REGIMENT.—A recent letter from an officer in the 141st, states that the Regiment is in a very destitute condition. Their clothes are in rags, shoes worn out, and for the past six weeks have been most of the time on short rations. The letter also says that not only the 141st but the whole army of the Cumberland is suffering from the want of clothing, shoes and rations.
[Elmira Gazette.

On the Death of Frank M. Royce, a Member of Co. A, 141st Reg't, N. Y. V.:

Overwhelming, indeed, is the anguish we feel,
And tearless the sorrow we nurse for thy lot;
It is not a pang which to-morrow may heal,
Nor is it a grief which can soon be forgot.

There are woes which descend like the bolt of Jove's thunder,
That suddenly, crushingly, fall on the heart;
Enwrapping our feelings in terror and wonder,
And bidding the hopes we most cherished depart.

Even such is thy death! It is felt as a blow,
By friends who loved and respected thy name,
In whose hearts it awakened that eloquent glow
Of pure, patriot love, which no titles can claim.

When the cup of thy bitterness rose to its height,
Though we mourned for thy sake, yet we did not dispair;
We still cherished hopes: they are now quenched in night,
And bitter the grief thou hast left us to bear.

Yet think not, how gloomy soever may seem
The clouds which enveloped thy sun-setting ray,
These can totally hide every heart-cheering beam
It had shed on our souls through its glorious day.

No! deep as the darkness may be that enshrouds
Our spirits, and transiently shadowed thine own,
Thy memory hereafter shall scatter the clouds,
And thy long-cherished worth be remembered alone.

Oh! well may that memory be sacred and dear;
Well may we that worth in our bosoms enshrine,
For whom hast thou left us, we can call thy compeer,
Whose talents and virtues shall make up for thine?

Star after star which attracted our gaze,
We have hailed with delight and bade them adieu;
And sun after sun, while we basked in its blaze,
Has sunk from our sight and deserted us too.

The mighty have fallen and left us to mourn,
The Champions of Freedom are laid in the dust;
And the arms which her standard had fearlessly borne,
Stern Death has compelled to relinquish their trust.

Oh! never was Liberty's banner unfurled,
But. thy glance caught its glory, thy heart owned its worth;
'Twas thy wish it should float o'er the civilized world,
And heaven's winds waft its fame to the ends of the earth.

And ne'er had that greatest of causes, a friend,
More conspicuously good, more consistently great,
Who more earnestly labored its weal to defend,
In defiance of despots, and tyranny's hate.

Whether Africa's offspring thy succor might need,
Or thy own injured countrymen ask for thy aid;
Or he, to whom conscience dictated a creed,
Dissenting from that which his country displayed.

Or, whether our code, writ in letters of blood,
Called thy bravery forth: thou must rank among those
Who for man's hopes and happiness nobly have stood,
And patiently strove to alleviate his woes

And oh! if we turn from thy noble career
In the army, and fix for a moment our gaze
On thy track in an humbler and happier sphere;
How bright and how blissful the scenes it displays.

As a friend, and a son, can ought e'er atone
For the loss of thy friendship? still more of thy love,
As a brother? 'Tis past! and thy spirit has flown
To the Father of Spirits, who reigneth alone.

To His merciful judgment we humbly commend thee,
Who remembers our frailty and pities it too;
Our love, our esteem, and our warm prayers attend thee,
Best of sons and of soldiers! we bid thee adieu.
A. E. C.

DEATH OF COL. HATHAWAY.—Intelligence reached our city Saturday night of the death of Col. S. G. HATHAWAY Jr., at the residence of his father in Solon, Cortland Co. He breathed his last at 6:20 A. M., Saturday morning. For some days previous, the dropsical symptoms had increased upon him, until the heart, the seat of the original difficulty, was invaded, when his system quickly succumbed, although his natural strength and vigor persistently held out. The very latest hours of his life were passed in comparative repose, but previously the struggle with approaching disolution [sic] had been severe and painful. Although speechless during this time, he retained his senses to the final moment, and seemed deeply conscious of every little attention bestowed for his relief. During his illness he was attended by the best medical skill, and every want, care and nursing, for the assuaging of suffering was eagerly anticipated by his venerable father and his three sisters, who were all present during the last days of his waning life. His condition required a half-sitting posture in bed to render him comfortable, and while thus being able to look out from a near window upon the pictures of his boyhood home, he expressed himself gratified and content. During his illness it had been his expressed wish that he might die in the Spring, when a morning sun had just began to fling its dawning rays unobscured over newly awakened verdure, and creation was bathed in brightness and beauty, and the early songsters were caroling forth their newest, sweetest notes. That wish was vouchsafed to him. Friday morning, being wheeled to the window of his room, he sat in his bed and drank in the full ecstacy of such a scene, and the wish of his heart was repeated, just as the soul was taking its flight. 
Col. HATHAWAY was an old resident of Elmira. More than forty years ago he entered the law office of Judge GRAY, also a native of Cortland Co., as a law student, where he quickly acquired the elements of his profession, and when being admitted to practice he became a partner of his preceptor He soon attained a growing fame as an Advocate, which increased until he bore off the palm from all competitors in this portion of the State for forensic eloquence. His oratory was the kind that particularly influences and carries conviction to a jury. He possessed a fine winning presence easy gesticulation, a strong, well modulated voice, which could play with the profoundest depths of passion and invective, or move with the soft accent of love. He never descended to the mean, tricky acts of a pettifogger, and his legal career was ever honorable and upright. That reputation he long held, as a member of the firm of DIVEN, HATHAWAY & Woods, after his first copartnership had been dissolved by the election of HIRAM GRAY to a Judgeship in the Supreme Court. Socially he was always an agreeable and pleasant companion, fond of story telling, wit, and repartee. Although by no means earnest for it, good fortune always flowed in upon him in unfailing measure. Not a strict or careful financier, still property rapidly accumulated on his hands, the value reaching probably near $100,000 at the time of his death. He was always open-hearted and generous, giving freely of his means to public objects and assisting the poor. It was among his last wishes expressed, that all contracts existing between him and debtors should not be forfeited, if not fulfilled—that the farthest limit of time should be granted in all such cases. We believe that Col. HATHAWAY was a life-long and consistent Democrat. He was frequently chosen as a candidate for office, and was elected by that party to the Assembly from Chemung Co. during the years of 1842 & '43. When the rebellion broke out he advocated the vigorous prosecution of the war, and in the Fall of 1862 was chosen Colonel of the 141st Regiment of N. Y. S. V., raised in this vicinity. While serving with his Regiment, the hardships and irregularities of the service developed the disease of which he died. On account of failing health he resigned his position and returned home last Fall. Although at times able to attend to business, at no interval could he rejoice in confirmed health, and during the winter spending his time between his father's residence and our city, his difficulties, with times of relief, had been increasing upon him. His age at the time of his decease was nearly fifty-four. His funeral will take place Thursday afternoon, at his father's residence, in Solon. Those desiring to attend from Elmira can go to Binghamton, thence to Cortland by Railroad, where carriages will be in waiting to convey them to Solon, about eight or nine miles from Cortlandville. There will be a meeting of the Bar of Elmira this morning at 10 o'clock, at the office of Judge GRAY, to pass resolutions of condolence, and for the expression of appropriate remarks, and making arrangements for attending the funeral.

The 141st in Battle.
Below we give a letter, received from an officer of the 141st N. Y. V., which furnishes particulars of the late battle of Wauhatchie near Lookout Mountain, Tenn., in which that regiment bore a part:
CHATTANOOGA, Tuesday Nov. 4th (1863)
My Dear Brother Charley:
We marched from Bridgeport a week ago to-day. The whole of the 11th Corps, and six companies of the 12th Corps, composed the force. Camped that night near Shell Mound, and at six the next morning resumed our march. About noon we came in sight of Lookout Mountains. Skirmishing commenced as we approached, and the rebels gradually fell back through Lookout Gap.—Quite a large number of our advanced force were killed and wounded. Lookout Valley is something like the country between Elmira and Horseheads, Lookout Mountains run north and south, like east hill, with another range of hills on the west. We advanced up the valley from the south toward Chattanooga. The rebels have a battery on Lookout Point, which opened on us as we passed it, but with little effect. Imagine a battery placed on east hill firing on a column marching up Main street, and you will have some idea of the situation of things at this point. We passed the batteries safely about five o'clock in the afternoon. Gen. Hooker and Staff reviewed the column as we filed by him to go to our respective camps. He was enthusiastically cheered by the regiments as they passed by him. The detachments of the 12th corps did not come as far as we did, but halted near Wauhatchie Junction a few miles below here. That night (Wednesday) a detachment from our regiment under Major Clauharty, was ordered to patrol the country between our camp and Lookout Gap, to see if any signs of the enemy could be discovered. They had been gone about an hour, when we were aroused by a continuous fire of musketry which denoted that they had met a force. The troops of the whole command were immediately got under arms and hurried to the scene. The firing by this time had became terrible, and it was soon evident that the rebels had attacked the 12th Corps, under Gen. Geary, at Wauhatchie?—The rebels were between us and Geary and no communication could be had with him.—It was now about twelve o'clock at night, the moon shone almost as bright as day. Part of our Division charged over a hill and drove the rebels from it. Gen. Hooker ordered two regiments to be detailed to cut their way through the rebel lines to the assistance of Gen. Geary. Our regiment and one from the 3d Brigade were chosen. We expected to have a heavy fight Gen. Shurtz rode along our lines, and told us to fire one volley, when we met the rebels, and then give them the bayonet. We advanced coutiously [sic] and skirmished towards the enemy's lines. The heavy firing gradually ceased, and scouts came in saying that the rebels were retreating through Lookout Gap, which we soon learned was true. The battle lasted about four hours and was a fierce one. The loss on our side was heavy, being about 500 killed, wounded and missing. I do not know what the rebel loss is. We took seventy-five or 100 prisoners. They left about fifty killed on the battle-field, besides a number of wounded. The following is a list of the casualties in the 141st.
Frank Grant, Co. A, dangerously wounded, shot through the lungs. Henry Havens Co. A, probably killed; Wellington C. Hurd, Co. B, prisoner; Manly Van Gelder, Co. B, prisoner; Lorenzo D. Taylor, Co. D, prisoner; John Welch, Co. B, prisoner; James Arm­strong, Co. F, prisoner; William Flint, Co.  F, prisoner; George Ouston, Co. F, prisoner.  There are several others missing, but it is thought they are stragglers.
Our regiment remained at Wauhatchie two days throwing up fortifications,  and since then have been doing picket duty and moving from point to point. We are now camped in a grove (like Hoffman's) opposite Lookout Mountain, but out of range of their guns.  Their guns are not of very heavy calibre, being about 24-pounders. They have four guns there. Chattanooga is four miles from here. The rebs occupy Lookout Gap, and our wagon trains have to cross the river twice to get into Chattanooga. The rebels occupied this part of the country before we came here and it was almost impossible to get rations to the Army of the Cumberland. Wagon trains are now going to and from Bridgeport constantly and two boats run up the river to Kelly's Ferry every day, and rations are get­ting to be plenty.
The Division which the 107th and 145th are in did not come with the 12th Corps. They are still on the railroad between Nash­ville and Stevenson.ALEX.

FROM THE 141ST REGIMENT.—We are permitted to publish the following extract from a letter from Capt. E. G. Baldwin to his wife. Headquarters 141st Reg't, 11th Corps.
Athens, Tenn., Dec. 10th, 1863.
This is the first opportunity that I have had to out pen on paper since the 20th of November. The 21st of November our Corps moved from Lookout Valley to Chattanooga, and the next day we went into the great fight which you no doubt have heard more about than even ourselves, as we have been on the march chasing the "rebs" ever since, and have not seen a paper nor scarcely know what has taken place outside of our own Corps. Our Corps, and a portion of Gen. Sherman's army were in pursuit of one column of Bragg's retreating army, for two days, and then were ordered to the assistance of Burnside, at Knoxville, who it was said was hard pressed by Longstreet; and it was the intention to "bag" the latter gentleman, but he got wind of our approach, and like Bragg, took to his heels and ran when we were within one days march of his position, so then we had no further business toward Knoxville, and have been marching three days on our back track.
We are to stop here for a day or two, I think, to get a little rest, which we need very much. We have been out from our camp now 18 days and have been on the march every day but three, and you may be assured that we are nearly worn out for want of rest, clothing, shoes, &c. Many of the men are almost barefoot, and clothes nearly off their backs. Of course we took no change of clothing, nor baggage when we went into the fight, and we are in the same condition yet. Some Regiments went in without blankets or overcoats, and have suffered extremely these cold, frosty nights. We are now 60 miles from our camp, and 55 miles from Chattanooga, and do not know when or where we shall "fetch up" when we start again. I wonder if anybody does? On our march through this section we came through Charleston, Tenn. (not South Carolina), Cleveland, Athens, Sweetwater Philadelphia, and Louden, and then crossed the little Tennessee River six miles above Louden, and marched to Louisville, about 12 miles Knoxville, before we knew that Longstreet had "skedadled." We have got back as far as Athens, and hope we shall not remain here long. We have had no rations in two weeks only what has been forge for through the country. We have had no mail, no connection by which we could send letters since we left Chattanooga.
I do not know as this will ever reach you, not when or where it will be mailed, but hope there may be an opportunity to send a mail from this place in a day or two. I know that you are feeling anxious about me, and by the blessing of kind providence, (if this does reach yon) you may know that I am still alive and well. Oh! how much I want to hear from home! How anxious we all are to know what is going on in the outward world. I am writing at a house where Capt. Compton and myself have had our supper and he is waiting for me and I must close. We lost no men in the fight as we were held in the reserve until Bragg was in full retreat. We shall lose some however by the hard marching &c.

Letter from Capt. Compton.
CAMP 141st REG'T, N. Y. V.,
Lookout Valley, Tenn., Dec. 20, 1863.
MY DEAR FATHER—We have just returned to our old Camp again, after a month's hard labor, during one of the most successful campaigns of the whole war. We did our part, with credit, I hope, to ourselves, and honor to our country. Every day we were found where duty called us. We were in many dangerous positions, but, it was the will of a kind Providence, that most of our Regiment should escape unharmed. But, I find on my return, that those away from the din of battle are not away from death. Death is certain, and life very uncertain. When we left Camp, on the 22d day of November, for the field of death or victory, some were not able to endure the fatigue and privations we knew awaited us, and they were left in camp as a guard. Among those were some from my company, one of whom was Artemas Fay Green. He had been complaining for some time, and looked badly. The day before we reached our old camp, he was buried. Soon after we started on march he went to the Hospital, where he died. Mortimer Slocum was with him when he died, and for some time before, and did all he could for his comfort. I shall write to his sister to-day, and send her the value of his effects. There never was a better soldier than Fay, since he joined the army, nor a man who tried to do his duty any more promptly than he did. He was a gentleman, a man, and a soldier, in every place where duty called him. We hope now, we are to enjoy winter quarters, but cannot tell how soon we may be summoned to another battle-field. We have had about as heavy marching to do, as any troops that I know of. It would have done you good to have been with us, and seen the rebels skedaddle, leaving and destroying everything as they went along, and we close to their heels. The day the battle opened, James Williams, [of Havana,] of my Company, was left at Cattanooga, and I hear he was wounded at Missionary Ridge. I have not seen him, but shall, as soon as possible.—Eaton Jones gave out on the march, and is missing; supposed to have been taken prisoner. These are the only changes in Co. B.
Your affectionate son,

From the 141st N. Y. V.
At a meeting of the commissioned officers of the 141st Regiment of N. Y. Vols. held on Monday evening, Jan. 11th, 1864, pursuant to a call made on the previous afternoon: 
On motion, and by a unanimous vote, Col. W. K. Logie was called to the chair, and Lieut.S. F. Griffith was duly elected Secretary. After a few appropriate remarks, made by the Colonel, for the honor confered [sic] upon him, Lieutenant J. M. McMillan stated that the object of this assembling was to express to his Excellency, Horatio Seymour Governor of the State of New York, the grievance felt by the officers of the 141st Regt. N. Y. S. V. at the appointment of one Andrew McNett, a man unknown to the entire Regiment, to the Lieutenant-Colonelcy of said Regiment; and moved that a committee of three be appointed to embody these grievances in due form, and that, when adopted, the same be transmitted to his Excellency for his consideration. 
The Motion was carried.
The Chairman then appointed Captain Wm. Merril and Lt. J. McMillan, and J. Strowbridge, as such Committee, with instructions to make their report on the succeeding evening.

JANUARY, 12th, 1864.
The officers met at 7 1/2 P. M. pursuant to adjournment, Col. Logie in the Chair.
The report of the Committee was submitted, and after consideration the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, we the Commissioned Officers of the 141st Regt. N. Y. Vols. have learned that his Excellency, Horatio Seymour, Governor of the State of New York, has Commissioned one Andrew J. McNett, a man in no way identified with the Regiment, to be Lt.-Colonel, to fill the vacancy existing in the
Regiment, therefore, be it 
Resolved, That we consider the policy of filling vacancies with men outside the Regiment, who have never shared its hardships, known nothing of its desires, and cannot be presumed to care for its interests, highly injurious to the service; that it takes from officers and men that great incentive to zeal and efficiency—the hope of promotion; and that the interest and well being of our Regiment demand that we express (with all due deference to the  judgement [sic] and action of His Excellency) our sense of grievance by, and disapproval of the act.
Resolved, That with a late lamented statesman, we are of opinion that it is
impolitic and unwise to force even a good thing on people or organizations, and we feel it a duty at all times, and unber [sic] all circumstances, to resist, by every honorable means, the introduction of strangers into our Regiment as officers, unless the material in the Regiment be pronounced incompetent by superior commanding officers. 
Resolved, That, in our opinion the man who sacrifices the comforts of home, and society of friends to fight for the honor of his country, is entitled by every rule of right and justice, to the reward of regular promotion to vacancies occasioned by the casualties of the service; that any other course pursued, destroys the spirit of the soldier, the individuality of the Regiment, and leaves no incentive to action but his obligation to a country that disregards his rights and ignores his services.
Resolved, That, we deem a man who will accept a position in a Regiment then engaged in deadly conflict with the enemies of his country, knowing that lie is usurping the place and sacrificing the rights of officers thus engaged unworthy to lead a body of brave men and unfit for generous society.
Resolved, That a copy of these Resolutions, embodying the grounds of our grievances be submitted to His Excellency, confidently believing that he will hear and redress the same; also a copy of these resolutions be sent to the different papers of the several Counties comprising the districts in which the Regiment was organized. 
The meeting then adjourned.
Col. Com'd'g 141st Regt. Ch'm'n.

LOOKOUT VALLEY, Tenn., Jan. 8, 1864.
To His Excellency, Horatio Seymour, Governor of the State of New York:
SIR:—We, the undersigned, commissioned Officers of the 141st Reg't, N. Y. Vols., hearing, with pain and regret, that one, Andrew J. McNett, is appointed Lt.-Colonel of our Regiment, and, believing that your Excellency, having the welfare and efficiency of the Regiment in view, will respect its wishes, do hereby petition your Excellency to revoke the commission of said Lt.-Colonel McNett, and appoint, in his place, Maj. Charles W. Clauharty, of the 141st Reg't, N. Y. Vols.:
Co. A.—William T. Ross, Captain; John Strowbridge, 1st Lieut.; Charles F. Babbitt, 2d Lieut.
Co. B.—Andrew J. Compton, Capt.; P. C. Mitchell, 2d Lieut.
Co. C.—E. G. Baldwin, Capt.; James McMillen, 1st Lieut.
Co. D —William Merrill, Captain.
Co. E.—J. G. Townsend, Capt.; John Eccles, 2d Lieut.
Co. F.—George E. Gray, 1st Lieut.; Fred. C. Willor, 2d Lieut.
Co. G.—Charles H. Rowley, 2d Lieut.
Co. H.—S. F. Griffeth, Capt.; J. W. Smith, 1st Lieut.; D. W. Langley, 2d Lieut. 
Co. I.—Robert M. McDowell, Capt.; George Tubbs, 1st Lieut.
Co. K.—Eugene Egbert, 1st Lieut., commanding Co.; George W. Rogers, 2d Lieut.
I certify that the above are all the Commissioned Officers at present with the Regiment,
Adj't of 141st N. Y. V.

Letter from Col. W. E. Logie, 141st Regt.
N. Y. V., to Gov. Seymour.
January 18, 1864.
Hon. Horatio Seymour, Governor of New York:
YOUR EXELLENCY:—I take the liberty to trespass briefly on your time to call your attention to a matter deeply concerning the welfare of this regiment, having confidence that it is your Excellency's desire to protect the rights and promots [sic] the interests of both officers and soldiers from our State.
I received notice a day or two since, from the Adjutant General of the State, that one A. J. McNett has been commissioned Lieut.-Colonel of this regiment, vice E. L. Patrick, dismissed.—From the date of the notice, I perceive that the commission was issued before it was even known here that any vacancy existed: (for, at that time the order dismissing Lieut.-Col. Patrick had not been received here.) Probably the fact that that order was published by the War Department Oct. 19th, 1866, and that from that time up to the date of the appointment of Mr. McNett. (Dec. 14th, 1863,) nothing being heard from the regiment on the subject, may have led your Excellency to believe that the officers were indifferent as to who should fill the vacancy.
But indeed no such indifference existed. On this point the officers of the regiment have always been unanimously agreed—namely: in being opposed to the appointment of a stranger to fill any vacancy in it, so long as there should be officers in the regiment deemed competent by their superiors, to fill the vacancies; and certainly there are in the regiment very many officers competent in every respect to fill this vacancy, and deserving of promotion by faithful performance of just duties—among them none more so than the present Major. 
I submit, your Excellency, with all due respect, that to overlook all the officers of the regiment and to appoint a person over them in no way identified with the history of the organization, is to take away that great incentive to zealous performance of duty—the hope of promotion, and cannot but compel the feeling on our part that our services in behalf of our country, and sacrifices made and hardships endured in her defence, are not appreciated as we think they deserve to be.
We cannot bring ourselves to think it "meet to take the children's bread to cast it to dogs."
With confidence then in your Excellency's sense of justice and desire to promote the welfare and care for the interests of all serving from the Empire State, I appeal to you in behalf of my subordinate officers, that their claims may not be set aside, nor their services go unrewarded. I trust I may not be deemed too bold in protesting against the introduction of any stranger into the regiment as an officer, and in re­questing your Excellency to reconsid­er the matter, now that the case is pre­sented, and (as Mr. McNett has not yet been mustered) that your Excellen­cy will revoke the commission issued to him and promote Major Charles W. Clauharty to be Lieut.-Colonel of the regiment.
Very Respectfully
Your Ob't Servant,                                   W. K. LOGIE,
Col. Com'd'g 141st regt. N. Y. V.

From the 141st Regiment.
The Elmira Advertiser publishes the following letter from Capt. E. G. BALDWIN, of the 141st Regiment:
Headquarters 141st N. Y. V.,
In the field, near Calhoun Ga.,
May 18, 1864.
* * * * Since I last wrote you we have passed through a hard fought battle, the details of which you will hear before this reaches you. Providence has spared my life once at least amidst a shower of bullets flying through our ranks thick as hail. Our Regiment lost ninety men killed and wounded—fifteen killed outright and some mortally wounded. I have sent a list to the ADVERTISER for publication. [This list has not yet been received.
—ED. ADV.]
I took thirty-six men into the fight and came out with twenty-four, two killed and two mortally wounded. There were but few in the company that had not bullet holes in their clothing or knapsacks and equipments.
The 107th lost one man killed and seven wounded. The rebels took to their heels the day after the battle, the 15th, and we are in pursuit. We probably will not come up with them until we reach Atlanta. We hear flying rumors of glorious victories in the Potomac army, but have seen no particulars.
Capt. Ross, of Co. A, was wounded in the foot. Lieut. BARBER, of Co. G, was killed. Lieut. TUBBS was slightly wounded in the foot, and two other Lieutenants were wounded.
We had to fight the rebels in the open field, while they were behind breastworks. 
They had decidedly the advantage of us in position, but still we made them "git," and we believe from the number of their dead found in front of our regiment after the battle that we "beat" bad.
The killed of our regiment were collected together, all but a few who were removed before we came out of the fight, and buried.
Corporal E. N. NOTES, killed, from my Company, has a wife, now widow, in Elmira. He was shot through the head and instantly killed. His body was buried by the 5th Conn. Vols., in the woods near the place where he was killed. He had no valuables on his person, but a few letters and papers which we will send her as soon as possible.
GEO. CARNRIKE, killed, has a wife and two children in Chemung.

WM. STEVENS and C. H. Colson were mortally wounded in the bowels, and are probably dead before this. All the rest of my company will recover with ordinary luck. We shall soon start for another day's march. E. G. B.

We have been permitted to make the following extract from a letter from S. H. SLAGHT, a member of Capt. Ross' Company, 141st Regiment, to his friends in this village. It contains a few additional particulars in relation to the fight:
South and east of Resaca, Ga.,
May 17th, 1864.
* * * Sabbath, the 15th, we received marching orders, and at 1 o'clock p. m. came up with the enemy, and had a severe fight with them; they being  behind their breastworks, and we in an open, rolling field, in a hollow behind a small hill, where we laid until they charged upon us. We repulsed the charge and drove them back to their works. The rebels had driven one or two regiments out of the same field that morning; but we held it, though our loss was heavy, 17 or 18 being killed and over 70 wounded and missing. We held the field until 6 o'clock p. m., when we were relieved.
The enemy were driven out of their works at night and retreated, and we are in pursuit, and are now within five or six miles of them; our advance being up with their rear. I think they will not make much of a stand before they reach Atlanta.
I have not time to write more, as we are about to cross the river and follow on, and the mail goes immediately. J. H. S. 
Below we publish a list of the killed and wounded of the 141st Regiment, in the action near Resaca, Ga., Sunday, May 15th, 1864, furnished by the Adjutant of the Regiment:
Alfred E. Barber, 1st Lt. co G, killed; Capt. William P. Ross, co A, wounded in the foot; 1st Lt. Clemmon Osmun, co D, wounded in chest; 1st Lt. Archie Baxter, co E, wounded in hand; 1st Lt. George Tubbs, wounded in the foot.

John Hager, co A; Henry B. Griffin, co A; Jackson McDonald, co B;  corporal Elliott A. Noyes, co C; George H. Caverite, co C; David Franklin, co E; Milo Gorton, co E; Lyman Wright, co G; Dewitt C Hamilton, co H; James E. Proctor, co I, Thomas Sinon, co I; Norton Gregory, co I; William Steinheim, co K; John W Hapeman, co K.

Jefferson Dimmick, co A, arm, severely; Geo. Haywood, co B, hips, mortally; James Daily, co B, face, mortally; William Stanley, co B, hand, slightly; Isaiah Forrest, co B, hand, slightly; William O. Thaver, co B, back, slightly; Hiram G. Collson, co C, bowels, mortally; William Stevens, co C, breast, mortally; John M. Wood, co C, ankle, severely; Charles DeLaVergue, co C, arm, severely; James F. Benjamin, co C, thigh, severely; John V. Carpenter, co C, arm, amputated; Edwin Pierce, co C, thigh, severely; Luthur Wright, co C, arm, severely; Albert J. Whitley, co C, breast, slightly, Gilbert H. Tremain, co D, side, severely; William Lindsley, co D, leg, slightly; Elijah J. Booth, co D, leg, severely; Edwin Brown, co D, shoulder, severely; Robert Coe, co D, wrist, severely; Abram Knapp, co D, thigh, slightly; Isaac E. Rose, co D, cheek, severely; Henry M. Snyder, co d, shoulder, slightly; Andrew Lewis, co D, ear, slightly; George Borden, co E, shoulder, severely; James Dunklee, co E, leg, slightly; Delos Parkill, co E, shoulder, slightly; Seward Aldrich, co E, leg, slightly; Corporal Joseph Dunton, Co E, neck, slightly; Benjamin S. Johnson, co F, hand, slightly; Sergeant Albert S. Hamilton, co G, thigh, severely; Samuel S. Brink, co G, side, severely; Edgar, L. D. Bar, co G, side, severely; Byron Hurd, co G, both legs, severely; Charles Edwards, co G, hand, slightly; Emory Bland, co G, face, slightly; John A. Baker, co G, head, severely; Daniel Parish, co G, arm, slightly; Sergeant Hardy Stevens, co H, hand, slightly; Corporal Edwin E. Baker, co H, arm, severely; Corporal Andrew Carroll, co H, shoulder, slightly; John Cochrane, co H, neck, slightly; Jeff Fox, co H, not known; Elisha M. Preston, co H, side, slightly; Moses L. Manhart, co H, not known; George M. Jeffers, co H, not known; John Stevens, co H, not known; Augustus E. Wells, co H, hips, slightly; James V. Stewart, co H, hips, mortally; Corporal Allen Cooper, co I, arm, slightly; George Haxton, co I, both legs; severely; George Harris, co I, leg, slightly; William Gunterman, co I face, severely; Michael J. Hagarty, co I, face, severely; James Howard, co I, breast, severely; Jonathan D. Miller, co I, leg, severely; Jefferson Decker, co I, neck, slightly; sergeant Michael H. Thurston, co K, arm, severely; Corporal Edmund S Kline, co K, neck, slightly; Corporal James Mitchell, co K, leg and thigh, severely; Lemuel O. Chamberlain, co K, both legs and shoulder, severely; Charles Elston, co K, thigh, severely; John Killmer, co K, foot, slightly; James Kelly, co K, foot, slightly; Ephram Miller, co K, back, severely; John Marsh, co K, thigh, slightly; Joseph Potter, co K, arm, slightly; William A. Preston, co K, hand, severely; Charles B. Johnson, co K, arm, severely.
Hiram H. Snell, William R. Rowley, Joseph T. Smith, of co G, missing.
TOTAL.—Killed, 15; wounded, 73; missing 3.

From the 141st.
Cassville, Cass Co., Georgia,
May 22nd, 1864.
MESSRS EDITORS:—I take advantage of a short pause in the army, occasioned by burnt bridges over the Cass river, to address a few lines to the friends of the 141st, through your paper. The 20th corps, as a corps, first met the enemy on Sunday, May 15th. I shall only speak of the part taken by the 141st. During the fighting of the 13th and 14th, the 20th corps was held in reserve, and kept flying from one point to another as circumstances required.
Just at night on the 14th the enemy were pressing heavily on our left, had broken through the 4th corps, commanded by Gen. Howard formerly commander of the 11th corps, endangering the safety of one of our battalions, in fact endangering the whole left wing of the army. Hooker was promptly on the spot, and the 3d Brigade of the 1st Division poured in a volley and charged the exultant foe and drove them in great confusion back to their intrenchments [sic]. This occurred on the road leading from Dalton to Resaca. Our Brigade, the 1st Brigade of 1st Division, bivouacked for the night on the right of the road in a piece of woods, where we remained until 12 A. M. of the 15th, when we were ordered forward on the road to Resaca. After marching for about a quarter of a mile, the command was given by Col. Logic, "By the left flank—March." and into the woods we went in line of battle. Through thick, underbrush and over logs we clambered up to the top of a ridge and out of the thick pines to an open field on the other side. As the regiment emerged from the woods, we were met by the concentrated fire of a line of rebel breastworks of at least a quarter of a mile in extent, two batteries of artillery, and an enfilading fire of sharpshooters, posted in a wood about 200 yards to our left. Every man in the regiment was completely taken by surprise, and for a moment the whole line wavered—but only for a moment, when again the whole line pressed forward to a less exposed position, behind a slight elevation, where, by lying flat on the ground, we were partly screened from the flying missiles from our front, but were exposed to a flanking fire from the sharp-shooters on our left. Cos. C and G were faced to the woods, and opening fire on the sharp-shooters soon cleared the woods. The enemy's position was on a third ridge of woodland about 200 yards in advance of the one behind which we were, and so much higher that our ridge af­forded us but little protection. At three dif­ferent times they charged our position, but were each time promptly met at the top of   the ridge and driven back with heavy loss— our dead and theirs lay on the ridge side by side.
For five hours and a half we kept our position, when our ammunition gave out, and we   had to be relieved to fill up cartridge boxes.
We went into the fight with about 350 men, and lost 90 men in killed and wounded. At least every other man in the regiment was hit in his person or some part of his clothes or accoutrements. After being supplied with ammunition we returned to near our old position and bivouacked for the night expecting to renew the fight at daylight. Strong earth­works were thrown up by our men during the night, close to the enemy, and artillery got in position, so that the next days' fight would have been more nearly on an equal footing. We all felt confident of an easy victory in the morning. But the rebs had had enough fighting, and retreated before morning, leaving their dead and many of their wounded in our   possession. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, the 16th, 17th, and 18th, we marched in pursuit. The advance came up with the rebs on Thursday. They had fortified a naturally strong position about Cingstcn and Cassville. We moved into position at about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, our skirmishers in advance   drawing the enemy's skirmishers before them,  and at 8 A. M. had them snugly in their fortifications. Here again we awaited daylight for the attack—and again they skedaddled. Many deserters are coming into our lines, and report the enemy panic-stricken and demoralized. While a squad of some forty prisoners and deserters were passing our camp going to the rear, one reb says to another, "Come, hurry up, we are getting ahead." "Oh," says the other, "there's no hurry now, Old Joe Hooker isn't after us." One captain who came in and gave himself up with a number of his men reports that Gen. Johnston telegraphed to Atlanta that they must prepare for the worst, for he had to fall back before an overwhelming force, and that there were 100,000 behind him, that had not yet fired a gun.
A list of the killed and wounded has already been sent you for publication. I am happy to state that the 141st has been highly commended by superior brigade and division officers, for the part taken in the battle of Resaca.
Every officer and man did his duty manfully. We were in the front line at Cassville, but fortunately for many in the regiment, did not have to fight. Prisoners acknowledge to having been driven from a stronger position than they have to fall back upon, and unless they can be heavily reinforced cannot make a successful stand of any length.
Very respectfully yours,

July 20th, 10 o'clock P. M., 1864.
Editor Elmira Gazette:—A severe engagement took place to-day on Peach Tree Creek, four and a half miles north west from Atlanta, the enemy making the attack. The battle commenced at two o'clock P. M., and lasted until sunset. The loss of the 20th Corps killed and wounded, is estimated at 1,200. The 141st N. Y. suffered severely, being on the right and exposed to a severe flank or enfilading fire.
Up to ten o'clock this night I am unable to send you a list of the casualties. The loss of officers so far as I am able to learn is as follows: Col. Logie and Lieut. Warren, killed. Lieut. Col. McNett wounded severely in side and right arm amputated; Maj. Clauharty shot through the thigh; Capt. Townsend wounded in the side; Lieut. Babbett, arm, amputated; Lieut. Wilcox, hand, slightly; Adj. Hazard shot through both legs, above the knee.
The wounded are all being well cared for. The per centage killed and wounded of noncommissioned officers and privates is heavy.
I learn that the 107th N. Y. has also suffered, but not as much as the 141st N. Y.; a number of officers are killed and wounded; hope that some of the reports are untrue, and lest I should create unhappy feelings among friends   at home, withhold names. I learn, however, from a reliable source, that Major Lathrop Baldwin is severely wounded in the head.—Capt. E. G. Baldwin is commanding the 141st regiment.  
We expect the fight will be renewed to-morrow. Our corps behaved splendidly, led on by the gallant Hooker, repulsed the enemy at every point. Yours in haste,
Chief Engineer 20th Corps.

List of Killed and Wounded in the 141st.
The following is a list of casualties in the 141st Regiment N. Y. V., in the battle of Peach Tree Creek, July 20th, 1864:
Col. William Logie.
Lieut. Theodore M. Warren.
Private Asa Bullard, Company A.
Sergeant Benjamin Thompson, " C.
Private Charles A. Swartout,    "  "
William H. Carnrike,                "  "
Horace G. Edwards,                  "  "
Henry Thorpe,                           " D.
Corporal Andrew Benneway,   " E.
Private Henry W. Gutman,       " G.
         " Jacob Norton,                " H.
Corporal George Breese,          "  I.
Private Frank Bloss,                 "  K.
      "    John Fisher,                  "   "
Lieut.-Col. Andrew J. McNett, right arm amputated.
Major Charles W. Claugherty, thigh severe.
Adjutent [sic] Louis Hazard, both legs, severe.
Captain Joseph G. Townsend, groin, slight.
Lieut. Frank C. Babbitt, arm amputated, (since died.)
Lieut. Frederick C. Miller, hand, slight.
Sergeant James C. Burt, head, severely.
" Donald McDonald, leg amputated.
" William Koons, leg, severely.
Corporal Wesley Ammack, head, "
Private Edwin McClary, ankle, slight.
" Stephen Mead, abdomen, mortally.
" Florrin Snyder, arm; severely.
Private Washington Beck with, hand, severe.
1st Serg't Maxwell G. Shappie, thigh, severe.
Corporal Isaac E. Bailey, side, severe.
" Harry Hugg, shoulder, slight.
Private William H. Decker, hand, "
" Richard R. Weaver, " "
Andrew J. Landon, abdomen, severe.
" Judd Albertson, leg, slight.
Sergeant John G. Adams, thigh, severe.
Private Charles Thomas, hand, slight.
Henry Clark " "
" Henry Woodhouse, leg, severe.
" John O'Reilly, hand & shld'r, severe
" Lewis Weavet, leg, severe.
" William Davis, thigh, slight.
Private William C. Youmans, right shoulder, severe.
Private Charles M. Lee, left side, severe.
Sergeant John M. Kelly, hane [sic], slight.
Corporal Joseph Flint, arm, slight.
Private Leander Hartridge, side, severe.
William Ross, hip, slight.
Sergeant Andrew T. Grant, breast, severe, (since died.)
Private Hiram J. Whitehead, shoulder and leg severe.
Private Thomas Schoonover, head, severely.
" Charles E. Graham, hand, slight.
" William Sprague, hand "
" Oscar R. Lunger, head, mortally.
Corporal Sylvester Shearer, hand and arm, slight.
Corporal Albert Pierce, hip, mortally.
Private Elbert Starr, arm and side, severe.
Private Frank Van Orsdale, foot severely.
" John Harley, arm, slight.
" David Champion, leg, "
" Daniel Luther,       "    "
" Humion Crandal, thigh severe.
" Thomas Simon, foot,        "
Jeff. Decker, head, slight.
" Charles Davis, leg  "
" Smith Harris, foot.
Corporal Henry Briggs, knee, slight.
Sergeant Henry L. Eaton, face, severely.
Private Moses C. Armstrong, leg, "
" John Curran, hand,
Commissioned Officers Killed 2
        "                     “ Wounded 6
Enlisted Men Killed                12
        "      "     Wounded          50
Total Loss                               70

Letters from Capt. E. G. Baldwin
HD. QRS. 141ST REG'T N. Y. V.,
NEAR ATLANTA, July 28, 1864.
Ten days have passed since I wrote to you, and oh! such a change in our regiment as has taken place will shock the whole community at home.
In the battle of the 20th inst., the regiment went in with about 180 guns and 12 officers. Our loss was 70 killed and wounded, full half, including 9 of the officers, in less than 30 minutes after the first shot was fired, I was called upon by Adj't Hazard to take command of the regiment, and we had scarcely got to our places before he fell. Col. Logie and Lieut. Warren were killed. Lieut.-Col. McNett had an arm amputated. Maj. Claugherty, Adj't Hazard, Capt. Townsend, Lieut. Willor and Lieut. Babbitt were wounded. Babbitt has since died.
Brother Major Baldwin of the 107th was Brigade Officer and on the skirmish line when the battle commenced, and was wounded in the left temple, the ball passing out the left eye which is destroyed, if he recovers. I left him quite comfortable yesterday morning. 
I have sent a list of the casualties to the ADVERTISER by Lieut. Strowbridge, who will call upon you. We have advanced through their first line of works, and arc at the second, which is said to be the last between us and the city—that is, on this side of the river.
I must close, as the mail leaves immediately. 
Will write soon. E. G. BALDWIN.

HD. QRS., 141ST REG'T, N. Y. V.,
NEAR ATLANTA, July 25, 1864.
I heard from Brother on the morning of the 23d, after he had been carried back to Vinings, on the north side of the river. He was very comfortable, doing better than I expected. I believe that the Surgeons who examined his wound to give me their opinion, did not give me as much hope for his recovery as they might. I have written to Don Tillotson to come after him if he can.
Two more of my Company are dead that were wounded on the 20th—and Albertson and Wm. Decker. I went into the fight with 15 men of my Company, and only 4 came out safe. Six of the 11 are now dead. How I lived in such a storm of bullets, God only knows. The enemy had a position on our flank, as well as in front, and there was a perfect cross-fire on the left of the regiment. This makes the second time that my Company have been in a similar situation, which could not be avoided without allowing the enemy to break our lines.
Lieutenant-Colonel, Major and Adjutant were moved to Vinings yesterday. Col. McNett is quite weak from loss of blood, but they are all doing well. Our corps had no engagement since the 20th. The 15th, 16th, and 17th corps were attacked on the 22d and had a hard-fought battle, in which they worsted the enemy badly.
We have now gained a position in front of their last ditch, and can reach Atlanta with skill. Twenty four-pounders just on our right are sending "messengers'' over to the city every five minutes, and have been for the last 36 hours, night and day. Citizens say our lines are two miles and a-half from the centre of Atlanta. If that is the case, we can reach any part of the city. We see by the papers that Atlanta had been captured several days ago, and at several different times.—Some "reliable gentleman: in Chattanooga knew it to be so. If we could get such confounded cowardly liars near enough to the front to get hold of them, I believe the men would hang them to the first tree. We want credit for what we have done when it is done, but we do hate to have our friends and the whole people of the North deceived by these worthless reliable gentlemen, who are following in the rear of the Union army. 

Death of Benjamin Thompson.
Hd. Qrs., 1st Brig., 1ST DIV., 20TH COR.,
July 24, 1864.
Mr. & Mrs. Thompson—Afflicted Parents:
Being a member of the same company, I feel it my duty, although a painful one, to inform you of the sad fact that Benjamin is no more on earth. You will doubtless learn of his death ere this reaches you, and I shall try to give you some particulars, also forward with this, the letters that he had with him and his medicine case. I will keep his watch a few days; perhaps there will be a chance to send it direct to you, if not I shall probably send it by mail.
Between the hours of five and six on the afternoon of the 20th, the rebels made a charge on our Division and were repulsed. Soon after being repulsed they made another charge but as before were repulsed. In which charge Benjamin fell I know not. He was shot thro' the leg and neck. Col. Logie fell, mortally wounded, at the commencement and died that evening. Lieut.- Col. McNett was shot in his right arm and had it taken off near the shoulder. The Major was wounded and the Adjutant shot through both legs. Lieut. Warren was killed, formerly Orderly of our company. Of the company were Benjamin, Chas. C. Swarthout, W. H. Carnrike and H. G. Edwards, killed; Sergeant Shappie, Corporal Bailey, Corporal Hugg, Decker, Weaver, Landon and Judd Albertson were wounded. Of the wounded, Decker and Judd died on the night of the 21st. Weaver had his right hand amputated. The rest are doing well. The killed of the regiment are buried together in one group—eleven, I believe. On the right is Lieut. Warren, next is Benjamin, then Swarthout, Carnrike and Edwards of our Company.
None of the Company, which was only 8, saw Ben after he was hit till after dark. I came to the regiment at dark, and soon afterwards ____ Giles and I went and found his body and laid it by the side of the others.
The regiment, during the charges, did not move five rods from the place from which they fired the first round.
A brave and good boy has fallen--one whose memory will never be forgotten by those who knew him. We have lost a friend tried and true. But to you, parents of the deceased, the loss is irretrievable. His place can never be filled by another, and although his loss may cause your hearts to wring with anguish, yet I trust and believe you have that faith in Christ that He is able to bind up your broken hearts and send peace to your souls.
Trusting the information above will be a comfort to you, I will close.
Yours in sympathy,
W. H. Brown.

The 141st Regiment.
We regret that we are still unable to lay before our readers a complete list of the casualties in the 141st Regiment in the late battles before Atlanta. The Regiment has, no doubt, suffered very severely, as all the field officers are reported killed or wounded. A correspondent of the New York Times, giving an account of the part the 20th Corps bore in the action, alludes to the 141st as follows:                                         
"At one time about a thousand Rebels dash- ed over the intrenchments [sic] at one place, and attempted to carry off the guns of Lieut. Miller's battery. But the One Hundred and Forty-first New York and Fifth Connecticut, and an Ohio regiment, moved upon the Rebel crowd, and placed the whole party hors du combat,killing and wounding over six hundred of them." 
That the 141st fought desperately, no one at all acquainted with the gallant boys who compose the Regiment will for a moment doubt; it is not made up of men who would be likely to flinch in the face of danger. Its ranks have been, we fear, terribly depleted, but there can be no misgivings as to its conduct on the bloody field of strife. The fearful loss of officers tells a sad but heroic tale. It has passed through a fiery ordeal and comes out of the awful contest with thinned ranks and torn and tattered colors, but with no stain upon its fair and honored name.
The following is the list of casualties in the Regiment thus far received:
Col. Logie and Lieut Warren, killed.—Lieut Col. McNett, wounded severely in side and right arm amputated; Maj. Clauharty shot through the thigh; Capt. Townsend wounded in the side; Lieut. Babbitt, arm, amputated; Lieut. Wilcox, hand, slightly; Adj Hazard, shot through both legs, above the knee; Lieut. F. C. Miller, wounded, slight.
Cap. E. G. Baldwin is now in command of the 141st Regiment.
The following members of the Regiment are reported to have been sent to the Hospital at Nashville on the 20th ult:
Sergt. W. N. Cornell, dyspepsia; Sergt. M. Weaver, Co. A; Ezra Conrad, Co. H, chronic diarrioea.
—Since the above was in type we have received the Elmira Gazette, containing the following list of casualties in the 141st Regiment, in the battle of Peach Tree Creek, July 20th, 1864:

Col. William K. Logie, Lieut. Theodore M. Warren. Private Asa Bullard, co. A; Sergeant Benjamin Thompson, co. C; privates Charles A. Swartout, William H. Carnrike, Horace G. Edwards, co. C; private Henry Thorp, co. D; corp'l Andrew Benneway, co. E ; private Henry W. Gumon, co. G; private Jacob Norton, co. H; corp'l Geo. Breese, co. I; privates Frank Bloss and John Fisher, co. K.

Lt.-Col. Andrew J. McNett, right arm amputated; Maj. Charles W. Clauharty, thigh, severe; Adj't Louis A. Hazard, both legs, severe; Capt. Joseph G. Townsend, groin, slight; Lt. Frank C Babbitt, arm amputated, (since died); Lt. Frederic C. Miller, hand, slight.

Sergeant James C. Burt, head, severely; sergeant Donald McDonald, leg amputated; sergeant Wm. W. Koons, leg, severely; corporal Wesley Ammack, head, severely; privates Edwin McClary, ankle, slight; Stephen Mead, ab­domen, mortally; Florrin Snyder, arm, severely.

Private Washington Beckwith, hand.

1st sergeant Maxwell G. Shappie, thigh, se­vere; corporals Isaac E. Bailey, side, severe; Harry Hugg, shoulder, slight; privates Wm.   H. Decker, hand, slight; Richard R. Weaver, hand, slight; Andrew J. Landon, abdomen, severe; Judd Albertson, leg, slight.

Sergeant John G. Adams, thigh, severe; privates Charles Thomas, hand, slight; Henry Clark, hand, slight; Henry Woodhouse, leg, severe; John O'Reilly, hand and shoulder, severe; Lewis Weaver, leg, severe; William Davis, thigh, slight.

Privates Williams C. Youmans, right shoulder, severe; Charles M. Lee, left side, severe.

Sergeant John M. Kelly, hand, slight; corporal Joseph Flint, arm, slight; privates Leander Partridge, side, severe; Wm. Ross, hip, slight.

Sergeant Andrew T. Grant, breast, severe, (since died); Privates Hiram J. Whitehead, leg and shoulder, severe; Thomas Schoonover, head, severely; Charles E. Graham, hand, slight; Wm. Sprague, hand, slight; Oscar R. Lunger, head, mortally.

Corporals Sylvester Shearer, hand and arm, slight; Albert Pierce, hip, mortally; private Elbert Starr, arm and side, severe.

Privates Frank Van Orsdale, foot, severely; John Harley, arm, slight; David Champion, leg, slight; Daniel Luthur, leg, slight; Humion Crandal, thigh, severe; Thomas Simon, foot, severe; Jeff. Decker, head, slight; Charles Davis, leg, slight; Smith Harris, foot; Corporal Henry Briggs, knee, slight.

Sergeant Henry L. Eaton, face, severely; privates Moses C. Armstrong, leg, severely; John Curran, hand, severely.

Commissioned officers killed              2
         "                   "       wounded        6
Enlisted men killed                             12
         "      "                   wounded      50
Total loss                                            70

THURSDAY, AUGUST 25th, 1864.
Letter from Frank Wheeler, of Co. A,
141st Regiment.
141st N. Y. V., near Atlanta,
August 6th, 1864.
ED. WATKINS EXPRESS:—I would like to tell the readers of your paper something of the appearance of an army in a battle. I am confident that no one who has not seen a battle can form a correct idea of a battle-scene. Such a scene cannot be justly described by pen or tongue; and as for pictures, I have never seen one that resembled a battle at all—as I have witnessed such struggles in my two years' life as a soldier.
I have seen a painting somewhere that represented an assault upon the enemy, in a Mexican campaign. It was imposing in every feature. The scene was in the open field, or lawn. The long line of neatly dressed soldiers were sweeping on as though each moving line had but one purpose, one being; with poised bayonets, upturned faces, the gallant fellows were firmly stepping through clouds of smoke towards the belching battery, and the enthusiastic leader, full in the front, eagerly pointing with his drawn blade to the rampart from which the flame comes in sheets, seeming in himself to be the inspiration of victory. The Commander-in-Chief, sitting on his horse, sternly eyes the struggling combatants as though his heart knew no pulse, as though his nerves were steel.
I have read of Waterloo and have been facinated [sic] with the steady bravery of the British veterans who stubbornly kept their places in those squares that Wellington formed, against the fierce and impetuous charges of the Old Guard. Leipsic, Eylau, Borodino and the Pyramids have had for me a fearful interest. I have pictured Wayne at Stony Point; Lafayette charging in the defeat at Brandywine; Pulaski rushing to certain death at Savannah, until into my own soul was infused a strange desire: I wished to see a battle; to feel as soldiers feel in the moment of victory; I would see the moving battalions, the charge of the cavalry; I would hear the cannon thunder while its bolts crashed through ranks of living men; I would hear and see it all. It was a boyish feeling, but common to many older and wiser than I am now. I would like to take the beauty from battle-pictures, the romance from war, and tell the plain, simple truth, where you see a battle as I have seen it. It should not be in the field or on the lawn, but in the forest, with great trees, fallen branches, thickets tangled with vines and briers, on rocky slopes and along running streams. Here the men come filing rapid­ly into line! As the long column is thus quickly changing its shape, you should look into the faces of the heated and over-burdened men, and your heart would pity them, for every line and muscle speaks the severe exertions they have made, for they have come from far, toiling in the heat and dust until the strongest men fal­ter under their burdens and the weaker ones are quivering, sinking, exhausted, and nothing but pride has kept them from fall­ing out by the way; but the battle spirit will not yield and they are men! You should look on their soiled uniforms, torn and tattered by their struggles in the wilderness, faded by the sun, and soiled by the dust of bivouac and march. Your eye is not pleased, but your heart is strangely moved. The advance has commenced; the line is more like a mass of living blue, black and brown, with mingled glitter of steel, moving on. There is no order, but little direction or shape, it is all confusion for the trees, bushes and briers interpose, and the men push this way and that to escape the obstacle. Now they are plunging over a fallen tree, now down a steep hollow, now panting up the hillside, the officers close behind the line, not before, are shouting in an excited manner to the men, to keep them as united as possible. There is but little said; we all feel the coming of the storm. The skirmishers are halted and the scattering fire has ceased, for business of greater importance has begun. The stretchers come drifting up towards the rear; you see they have been used, for the cloth once white is now dark and crimson, and soon they will be crimsoned again, for, listen! just as we break over the hill—a moment of silence—then, one, two, three a dozen shots come pattering in on the ear like the first big drops of a coming rain. Before your ear has caught it fairly the pattering becomes a roar, the roar deepens into thunder, the thunder bursts into a cat­aract, that towers in its anger, mounting in­to a concussion something like the fall of a mighty burning building, and then is more subdued. At the first opening the men and officers as by common consent halt and take every advantage that is provided by chance. There is no word, no order to halt or fire, but every man knows his businesss [sic] now. Some spring behind the near­est tree, some crouch to the earth, some are kneeling, some lying, some standing boldly and firing with native fearlessness. See how the shots strike!
You have heard the wind in gusts as it has whirled showers of hail against the roof. You hear it again; now against the trunks of trees; leaves and twigs are cut and swayed by the passing bullets; they are whistling by you, pattering around you and far above you; wonder that so many bullets pass and hit so few. You cannot see the enemy, but they are there. You see from the bushes and the hill side the flashes from the hidden foemen, and right in front comes that bright, lurid flash, strong and sudden—a masked battery! The shell crashes through the trunk of the tree and down it comes, top and all, while the missile has rushed on and exploded with a rifle crack far in the rear. Another gun to the right has opened, and a charge of grape, dreaded, infernal grape, moans through the ranks; death came in that shot. The batteries are playing now! "God help the right," instinctively passes your lips. You have forgotten your burden, your pain, fear and wretchedness, and are working with all the power of soul and body, every pulse thrilling, every nerve strung to its highest tension, the whole soul in the fray. You have your cartridge-box to the front and open, and are firing with all the rapidity you can muster, eying the flashes from the opposing line, seeing here and there a dusky form flitting through the smoke; you find enough to fire at; you begin to wonder what effect is being produced on your own line, and glance around. One fellow passes you, his right hand shattered; another is brought back, the pale face and brightening eye tells you his moments are few. In front lies a young Captain, flat on his face, so straight and motionless that were it not in battle you might think he was a harvester, napping at noon under his favorite shade tree; but the cheek is slightly pale, the: eye half closed; shot in the side, not a line of beauty mantled, but dead. To your right is another, poor fellow! He was facing the foe, and as he fell backwards you saw the red blood pouring over his brown face, it streams down his neck, on his hands, and through his hair. He has fallen down hill, and the atom of consciousness that lingers impels him to rise. How it sickens one to see him floundering in his own blood! But its [sic] all over now. Sinking back and giving a single shudder, he lies there, with gaping wound, upturned eye, and gory face; his soul has gone home.
A hundred scenes and incidents might be described, with interest; but I have not the space nor ability. You have read of the "shrieks and groans of the wounded, lying amid heaps of slain." Those who are slightly wounded cry out sharply on first being hit, then discover their situation and go to the rear. Those who are mortally wounded, say little, but sink down, exclaiming: "Oh, God! take off my knapsack!" or some simple request, and pass away. There are no heaps of dead. I should dread to see a field where the dead were in heaps. But once have I seen the ground so obstructed that passage was difficult, and that was not for a great distance. Nor have I seen that fearful expression so often dwelt upon. Men killed suddenly look life like. I saw one, an enemy, who was shot while firing at his mark with a certainty that my fancy favored, with a sort of wicked look; but I was not sure of even that. Yours, &c.,

The 141st Regiment—Letter from Frank Wheeler.
August 22d, 1864.
L. M. GANO—SIR:—Affairs are so quietly conducted on the lines this afternoon, that it has occurred to me that this is a favorable time to inform you of the welfare of the 141st.
There have been several severe contests with the enemy since Howard's battle of Proctor's Creek on the 28th, in none of which the 141st or the 107th have been called to participate. Our Regiment occupies the same ground which it seized one month ago to-day, and the 107th holds nearly the same, only a little more advanced.
The casualties of the 141st are very few, no one having been hit for two or three weeks, notwithstanding the constant picket firing. Other Regiments are not quite so fortunate.
The health of the men is quite good, but few serious cases occurring among them from sickness. We are beginning to recruit our numbers by the arrival of men and officers who were wounded in the early part of the campaign. On Sunday, the 14th, Capt. A. J. Compton returned to the Regiment, and as senior officer takes command. Capt. Baldwin has since obtained a leave of absence for home. Capt. Compton was severely bruised by pieces of shell and has not fully recovered. On Saturday, the 20th, we were pleased to see Lieutenants Tubbs and Baxter, wounded at Resaca, return to the Regiment, looking as natural as ever.
The campaign seems to be settled into a long, steady trial of endurance and patient watchfulness. Gen. Sherman has to move more cautiously now that our line of supplies is close to the left of our position, while the Rebel line of supplies is opposite to our right. Several different Corps have been brought from the left and have prolonged the right, threatening the Rebel left and supplies. Instead of being able to take advantage of our withdrawal they have been obliged to scamper away to their left and hold us in check at so vital a point,—So each army is gradually strengthening its line so as to lengthen it all that is possible. I think that we shall finally outflank them; if not, be prepared to hear of some grand movement from the army of the Cumberland.

Two Years Ago.—On a Monday, two years ago yesterday, the 15th of September, 1862, a band of men, nearly one thousand strong, bade farewell to home and friends, and all dear to them in the loved Northland, and went  forth to service amid danger and death in the clouded Southland, once sunny and bright, but then and now, stained with the black smoke of battle and the red carnage of strife On that day, with many a GOD speed, the 141st New York Volunteers left Elmira, and the loved HATHAWAY went with it as its commander. Two years of toil and battle have worked sad changes in those ranks, and scarcely one hundred men now answer to roll call, within the walls of the "Gate City"—(Atlanta.) HATHAWAY sleeps in his honored grave,—come home and died amid a sorrowing people, whose reverence and affection shall ever hallow the turf that entombs him. Many, very many, who so hopefully spoke the farewell words, looking into the eyes of loved ones in faith and expectation, sleep in a far-off grave, and the sweet south wind  whispers their last earthly farewell to waiting friends at home.
The 141st has had in the two years of absence, its full share of service, by "flood and field."—And its record is clear and untarnished,—a source of pride to its friends, and an honor to the service. It was for a time in Virginia, but was transferred to the Department of the Cumberland, and its history is identified with all the glory that has covered the arms of SHERMAN. In the campaign, which has ended with the fall of Atlanta,—four months of constant marching and fighting, the 141st lost nearly three hundred men. At Wauhatchie, Chattanooga, Resaca, Dallas, Culp's Farm and Peach Tree Creek it met the foe and the thinned ranks told the story, as they followed a retreating foe.
At the battle of Peach Tree Creek, on the 20th of July, nine out eleven officers fell,—the Colonel killed and the Lieutenant Colonel, Major and Adjutant badly wounded.
It now rests in Atlanta,—a part of the gallant, victorious army who have won it. 
We have written this, poor though it be, as a tribute to as good and brave body of men as have ever gone from the North. Let the people remember LOGIE, and BARBER, and BABBITT, and WARREN, and the glorious troop of private soldiers, who have toiled, and suffered, and died in their country's service, and keep them ever in dear recollection.
We give below the officers of the 141st, as when it left Elmira two years ago, and its officers at present. At the former time they were as follows:

Colonel—Samuel G. Hathaway, Jr.
Lieutenant Colonel—James C. Beeeher.
Major—John W. Dininny.
Adjutant—Henry J. Pierson.
Quartermaster—Silas Haight.
Surgeon—Joseph W. Robinson.
Assistant Surgeons—Orlando S. Greenman, Moses F. Babcock.
Chaplain—Thomas K. Beecher.

Sergeant Major—Louis A. Hazard.
Quartermaster Sergeant—Miles W. Hawley.
Commissary Sergeant—Maxwell Haight.
Hospital Steward—Harris Sawyer.

Captain—Charles W. Clauharty, promoted.
First Lieutenant—Wm. P. Ross, promoted.
Second Lieutenant—John Strowbridge, resigned.

Captain—Andrew J. Compton, still in command.
First Lieutenant—Stephen F. Griffith, promoted.
Second Lieutenant—Robert H. Hedges, resigned.

Captain—Elisha G. Baldwin, promoted.
First Lieutenant—James McMillan, still acting.
Second Lieutenant—Robert F. Stewart, resigned and commissioned as Captain in the 179th N. Y., severely wounded at Petersburg.

Captain—Charles R. Fuller, resigned.
First Lieutenant—William Merrill, promoted to Captain.
Second Lieutenant—Joseph G. Townsend, promoted to a Captain.

Captain—Wm. K. Logie, promoted, and killed as Colonel at the Battle of Peach Tree Creek.
First Lieutenant—John A. Shults, resigned. 
Second Lieutenant—Emerson Belding promoted.

Captain—Andrew J. Russell, still in service.
First Lieutenant—John Barton, resigned, and died from a wound received at Petersburg as Major of the 179th.
Second Lieutenant—Wm. L. Collins, resigned.

Captain—Daniel N. Aldrich, died in the service.
First Lieutenant—John W. Hammond, resigned.
Second Lieutenant—Charles H. Rowley promoted to Captain.

Captain—William A. Bronson, resigned.
First Lieutenant—Stephen S. Rasco, resigned.
Second Lieutenant—James W. Smith, resigned.

Captain—Edward L. Patrick, promoted and resigned as Lieutenant Colonel.
First Lieutenant—Robert A. Hall, resigned.
Second Lieutenant—George Tubbs, promoted.

Captain—Wilbur F. Tuttle, resigned.
First Lieutenant—George L. Whiton, promoted.
Second Lieutenant—Joseph A. Frisbie, resigned.

The officers of the Regiment at present, are as follows:

Colonel—Andrew J. McNett.
Lieutenant Colonel—Charles W. Clauharty.
Major—Elisha G. Baldwin.
Adjutant—Louis A. Hazard.
Quartermaster—Emerson Belding.
Surgeon—George M. Beakes.
Assistant Surgeons—Orlando S. Greenman, Moses T. Babcock.
Chaplain—G. Williamson Smith.

Sergeant Major—James F. Carroll.
Quartermaster Sergeant—John P. Walker.
Commissary Sergeant—Charles H. Freeman.
Hospital Steward—Harris C. Sawyer.

Captain—William P. Ross.
First Lieutenant—W. J. Bryan.
Second Lieutenant—Donald McDonald, never mustered, (reported dead.)

Captain—A. J. Compton.
First Lieutenant—Phineas C. Mitchell.
Second Lieutenant—Charles F. Coryell, (not mustered.)

Captain—Louis A. Hazard, commissioned, but not mustered.
First Lieutenant—James McMillan.
Second Lieutenat [sic], (vacant.)

Captain—Wm. Merrill.
First Lieutenant—Clemmon Osmun.
Second Lieutenant—Charles H. Freeman, (not mustered.)

Captain—Joseph G. Townsend.
First Lieutenant—Archie Baxter.
Second Lieutenant—John Eccles.

Captain—Andrew J. Russell.
First Lieutenant—George Gray.
Second Lieutenant, (vacant.)

Captain—Charles H. Rowley.
First Lieutenant—Maxwell G. Shappee.
Second Lieutenant—M. J. Sherwood, (not mustered.)

Captain—Stephen H. Griffeth.
First Lieutenant—Frederic C. Willor.
Second Lieutenant—Ambrose Stewart, (not mustered.)

Captain—Robert M. McDowell, detached on
Gen. Slocum's Staff, of the 20th Corps.
First Lieutenant—George Tubbs.
Second Lieutenant—James F. Carroll, (not mustered.)

Captain—George L. Whiton.
First Lieutenant—Eugene Egbert.
Second Lieutenant—Geo. W. Rogers, not mustered.

The 141st Regiment—A Letter From Frank Wheeler.
ATLANTA, Ga. Oct. 18, 1864.
L. M. GANO—Sir: There being at last a prospect of having our communications so opened at the rear as to enable us to forward letters home. I will improve a few moments in writing to your paper an account of the 141st, and the surroundings. We have not been out of the City since its capture, Sept. 2d. At present we are, and for several weeks, have been, one of four Regiments under Col. Crane, doing guard and provost duty in the city. The 107th is one of the regiments. Our duty though pretty constant is more agreeable than any we have done before in this Department.
The buildings that had been abandoned by the citizens afforded us material for making comfortable shanties, in each of which we have made a fire place. 
Our furniture consists of a couple of bunks, a table and a pair of stools, with these scanty comforts we feel as proud and contented as many a wealthy citizen in his "palatial residence." One can scarcely understand the deep feeling of gratitude and peace that take possession of a soldier when, after a long and difficult campaign, through all the sun and weather of a Southern climate, he finds himself in a good tent of boards that will keep him from the storm and sun, and a prospect of having, for a few weeks, a home. What if his dinner is nothing but beef, hard bread and coffee, he puts it on his table with just as much ceremony as if there were twice as much of it, and sits down to his repast with all the air and graciousness of a citizen at home, and with such a feeling of comfort as we used to feel at home when we were citizens, and when we become citizens again we mean to appreciate home comforts and priveleges [sic] as we never did before, and to keep them from innovations and false estimates in our own and our neighbors' minds.
Our position, as an army has been a critical one during the last short campaign between Atlanta and Chatanooga [sic]. The 20th A. C., alone holds Atlanta while the whole army are repelling Hood from our Railroad, by which we are supplied.—Hood's first appearance was near Resaca, after destroying several miles of the track he attacked a Station, Altoona, and was defeated and driven off, in a few days he has appeared again, this time at and near Dalton, he is again beaten and driven off, losing each time heavily in proportion to his success. Some of this time our Corps has been on short rations, for several days we had nothing but hard bread and plenty of coffee, and now we are ordered to live on half rations, but that is much better than the "Johnies" are doing, and will be but a few days, we don't mind it much, if we did we would not yield Atlanta. The question now seems to be whether we can retain Atlanta, of which there is little rea­son to doubt, for the case of Hood seems to me like that of the "Old Farmer and the Saucy Boy" reversed, he was at first able to deal heavy blows and to pelt us severe­ly, but he has since become weaker and weaker after using dirt and grass to pelt us he will likely give up the task, if we will lethim. His demonstrations on the Rail­road are evidences of his weakness. If he is not able to stop our supplies after getting possession of our communications, twice in a mountainous country, but is defeated with loss, what canhe do?
I as much expect the final ruin of Hood's army as the defeat of Gen. McClellan in the Presidential campaign, and by the same men. I would speak of this matter a little more fully, but I am convinced that the decision will be made before you receive this letter. I will only remark that so far as I have observed, I can not call to mind one intelligent soldier and a brave one who is willing to support the Chicago Platform. Many love the name of McClellan, but are dissatisfied with his associates, Vallandigham, for instance, who is thoroughly despised even by Democratic Soldiers.
Changes are being constantly wrought in our Regiment. Captain A. J. Compton, of Company B, one of the oldest and most experienced Captains in the Regiment has resigned his commission and is on his way home.
By the recent promotions we have a full number of Field Officers, the Staff and Line Officers places are or soon will be filled. I believe we still lack a Chaplain—This post has been vacant for nearly two years or at least but nominally filled. There has been but little attention paid to this matter by the officers and none at all by our friends at home. The neglect has been severely felt, no less keenly, because we cannot make our wants known from our dependant condition. It is not too late to mend the matter.
Hoping that this will prove of interest to yourself and subscribers, I am

Letter from the 141st Regiment.
Near Alatoona, Georgia,
June 9th, 1864.
EDITOR OF EXPRESS, DEAR SIR:—As many of your numerous readers have friends and relatives in the 141st, I trust to be pardoned for writing you a short letter, containing a brief account of what we have been doing since the Spring campaign opened in this Department.
We broke camp at Shell Mound, Tenn., on Monday, May 2d, joined our corps, the 20th, commanded by the gallant Joe Hooker, marched directly to Chattanooga, and from there took the line of march "Dixieward," passing over the Chickamauga battle-field. Here we beheld some revolting sights, especially for troops moving toward the front. In many places the fallen heroes had been piled in heaps and hardly covered with earth; in many places arms, legs, hands, &c., were seen protruding from the soil. These bodies will eventually be disinterred and removed to the cemetery at   Chattanooga.
We passed to the right of Ringold, some three miles. At Tunnel Hill and Buzzard's Roost the enemy were found in very strong positions, and seemed to bid defiance to our further progress. Considerable skirmishing was done, May 7th and 8th, by Geary's and Butterfield's divisions of the 20th corps, which resulted in little more than finding the enemy in an almost impregnable position in the mountains of Georgia. A front attack would be madness. Accordingly a force sufficiently strong to show a front and hold the enemy's attention is left. The rest of the troops are moved, by night and day, thro' mountain passes, over almost impassible roads, until we "fetch up" 15 miles in the rear of Johnson's army, and at least eight miles in the rear of Dalton. Johnson is flanked and nothing is left for him but to fight or retreat. Our boys are anxious for him to do the former, not that we are par­ticularly fond of fighting, but if this is the only way to conquer, we would rather fight here than farther south. All due prepar­ations are accordinly [sic] made for a battle; our ammunition is replenished, artillery is plac­ed in position, breast-works are reared, forts constructed, &c. After waiting two days, and the enemy make no demonstrations, General Sherman determines to take the offensive himself. At an early hour on Fri­day morning, May 13th, the troops are in motion. Generals Thomas and McPherson, in command of the 14th and 23d corps, taking the advance, our corps re­maining in the rear for a support. Hook­er would have willingly taken the advance, but as he and his corps is from the Army of the Potomac, the western Generals wish to keep him back for fear he may gain more celebrity, as at Lookout Mountain last fall. But perhaps before this cam­paign comes to a close they will be glad to accept of his assistance. We will see what we shall see. 
The entire day is spent in skirmishing, called "feeling" of the enemy, to ascertain his weakest point, &c. A severe battle is predicted for to-morrow. Friday night we all sleep on our arms, and, of course, sleep soundly; for whoever heard of a soldier sleeping otherwise.  
Saturday morning dawns upon a cloud­less sky; fighting commences at 8 o'clock a. m. As we are in the rear, and a dense woods is between us and the combatants, we can see nothing save the ghastly forms of the wounded men who are being borne to the rear, which is worse than fighting itself; but the roar of musketry and booming of artillery is almost deafening. It is now ascertained that Johnson has withdrawn his forces from Dalton to Resaca, a distance of 6 miles. Howard, in command of the 4th corps, is close in his "wake."—Our corps remains quiet until four p. m., when an order comes to Hooker to take his corps to the extreme left, for the purpose of relieving a portion of Howard's corps, which is being surrounded by superior numbers. Giving a few orders to be carried out by his aids, he mounts his horse and dashes off toward the scene of action, anxious, as he always is to be ahead. We soon follow, at a double-quick, a distance of two miles; we are drawing closer and closer to the field of strife; louder and louder roars the artillery, sharper and sharper are the reports of the musketry. Hooker has outstripped us and arrived at the scene of action; the small band of men are nearly surrounded; one battery has had its bugle sounded for the gunners to leave, but the presence of Hooker causes them to stop; his injunctions are, to hold their position five minutes, and he will give them all the support they need. They did hold out, and in less time than the General had stated, our division, commanded by Brigadier General Williams, came to the rescue.—The 3d brigade, commanded by Col. Robinson, being in the advance, were formed in line of battle and hurled with impetuosity upon the foe, who was advancing in a solid column for a final charge. One volley from these fresh troops is sufficient to arrest their further progress; at a second volley they broke and ran in confusion, our boys following and giving them a paring salute in their backs. Night coining on, we are left in possession of the field.—Howard's men were thus rescued; they gave three cheers for Hooker and his men. Many a soldier in Uncle Sam's domains might have been suffering in some Southern prison, had it not been for Hooker, on the 14th ult. We remained all night in line of battle, sleeping on our arms. Sunday morning dawned upon a cloudless sky; the sun rose in all its loveliness, the birds sang as sweetly as if no man had ever cursed this once happy country; all nature seemed to put forth its loveliest hues. A person not conversant with the previous few days' proceedings would hardly have dreamed, from the appearance [sic], that two hostile armies were within forty rods of each other, preparing for a deadly contest.—What a contrast between the proceedings here, on this the Lord's day, and our own quiet Northern homes, at the same hour. On the one hand they are preparing for Church, or Sabbath School, while on the other we are preparing for battle by replenishing our ammunition boxes, filling haversacks with hard-tack, pork, &c. At 12 o'clock, noon, the bugle sounded to fall in and advance. In less time than it takes to write, we are in line of battle, and moving towards the enemy. Crack! crack! goes the musketry! bang! peals the artillery; the bullets begin to whiz around ears; we are getting closer and closer to the enemy; we come to a piece of woods which, owing to the underbrush, is hard to penetrate, but after some severe work, we arrive on the opposite side; we are now in sight of the rebels; the balls come thick and fast; we are not close enough to the enemy to render them any material damage, so we lie down under cover of a friendly knoll; we remain here three hours; the enemy are seen to form outside of their breastworks, and advance towards us; on they come, firing all the while, most of the shots passing over our heads; they advance to within eight rods of our lines; we wait no longer; each man arises and discharges his piece, and reloads, the fight now became general, and lasted an hour and a half.—At five p. m. we were relieved, having been under fire five hours, and during this time the enemy had made three charges but were repulsed every time. The loss sustained by the 141st was 14 killed and 84 wounded; something over one-fourth of our men.
Our company, A, had two killed, John Hager and H. B. Griffin, both of Hector, and two wounded, Capt. Ross, of Reading, in the foot, and J. Dimmock, of Hector, in the arm. During the night the rebels left the field, and retreated towards Kingston, we remaining. We visited the battlefield, carried off all the dead and gave them a soldier's burial in a fine grove of young oaks. After the dead were properly cared for, we follow with the rest of the army in pursuit of Johnson. He was driven successively from Resaca, Cassville, Rome, and Kingston, not daring to make another stand until near the range of mountains, known as the Alatoona range. Here it was found that he had intrenched [sic] himself, intending to make a desperate stand. Our division being in advance of the corps were the first to be engaged. The fight came off on Wednesday, May 25th. The entire division was engaged. Loss in kill5A ed, wounded, &c., about 800. The loss of our Regiment was 5 killed and 20 wounded. Co. A, one killed, Oscar Griffin, of Hector, and two wounded, Serg't Wm. J. Bryan, of Havana, in the arm, and Eugene Hubble, of Hector, in the head. Since the fight all has been comparatively quiet along the lines. Skirmishing is going on constantly, though the rebels are said to be falling back; but owing to the natural defences of the country they have the advantage. 
For some days our pickets and those of the rebels have joined, and they have made arrangements not to fire at each other; and judging from the quiet state of affairs along the lines, should conclude they were living up to their agreement. This picket firing amounts to nothing to either side, and keeps the troops in a constant state of excitement. The rebels seem very friendly, and exchange papers, trade tobacco for coffee, &c.; but I hear the order to fall in and must close.
For the benefit of those having friends in this Regiment, I would state that, those of us who are left, some 200, are in good spirits and feel as well as men could under the circumstances During the recent campaign we have lost some of our best boys, and their friends may rest assured that their names will not be forgotton [sic] by those of us who remain to help prosecute the war for the suppression of the rebellion. It is hard to part with those who have been with us and done their whole duty for a year and a half; still such is the fortune of war, and we must submit. I remain, yours &c,

List of the 141st N. Y. V., who Died During the Siege of Savannah.
Dec. 13th.—Ira C. Dowd, aged 24 years, 141st New York Volunteers, 1st Brigade, 1st Division, debility.
Dec. 15th.—Andrew Cretsley, aged 21 years, 141st New York Volunteers, 1st Brigade, 1st Division. Typhoid Fever.
Wm. Vaughn, aged 35 years, 141st New York Volunteers, 1st Brigade, 1st Division, Typhoid Fever.   
All of the above were interred in Wilkins' family burial ground, 4 1/2 miles west of Savan­nah, near the Charleston and Savannah Rail-road.   
Dec. 10th.—James D. Huff, aged 42 years, 141st New York Volunteers, 1st Brigade, 1st Division, Typhoid Fever. The deceased was buried 9 1/2 miles from Savannah.         
Dec. 10th—Benj. S. Welch, aged 29 years, 141st New York Volunteers, 1st Brigade, 1st Division, Typhoid Fever. The deceased was buried 9 miles west from Savannah.

The above we take from the Savannah Republican of Jan. 3d, 1885.
The Havana Journal has a Circulation of DOUBLE that of any other Paper in the County.
SATURDAY, June 17, 1865.
Grand Reception of Cos. A and B, 141st Regiment.
They are Welcomed by the Citizens in Grand Style!
Cos. A and B, Captains Mitchell, and Ross, under command of Lieut.-Col.
CLAUHARTY, arrived in this village on Thursday afternoon last, and were received by a large concourse of people from all parts of the County. Mothers, Wives, Fathers and Brothers grasped their nearest kin by the hand, eager to catch one word from the lips of those with whom they parted some three years since; great were the expressions of joy exhibited by soldiers and friends as the boys in blue alighted from the cars. After the brief congratulations had been gone through with, the rank and file were marched up South Street to Genessee Street, thence down Main Street to the Montour House, where they were welcomed b y Rev. J. ALABASTER, in a fitting and able manner. We cannot give the remarks of Mr. ALABASTER this morning, as it is already time we were to press. Lieut.-Col. CLAUHARTY being called upon, thanked the friends of the soldiers for the splendid reception given them, and spoke in glowing terms, in behalf of the two Companies, of the many acts of kindness by the citizens of Little Schuyler, in remembering them while in the field. Col. CLAUHARTY'S remarks were brief necessarily, and after he had concluded the men were marched into the hotel, and there partook of the many rich and varied dishes, which the good taste and liberal hand of Mr. HAGER, the landlord, always selects for such an occasion. 
After the soldiers had concluded their "lunch," Col. CLAUHARTY appeared upon the balcony and gave a brief history of the Regiment, of which we are unable to speak at length, as our space will not admit this morning. Each man was running over with expressions of gratitude that they were once more at home, and now could mingle with friends around the family hearthstone, and relate the stories of the past, the sufferings, hard marches, terrible battles, and many adventures which are incident to army life.
Capt. A. J. COMPTON, formerly Captain of one of the Companies, labored unceasingly to bring the programme of reception to completion, and with the assistance of the ladies of village, made it a grand affair. The citizens are indebted to him, and others, for the success we met with. The Havana Brass
Band, also, come in for a share of the public thanks, for their assistance on this occasion. Their patriotic music added fuel to the rising element of happy greeting. All in all, it was a pleasant time, and will be remembered by all, as a gala for Havana. We welcome our noble defenders home, and may they now, as they return to civil pursuits, become the same good citizens as they were soldiers.

Historical Record of Company A, 141st
N. Y. S. Volunteers.
The following record of Company A, 141st Regiment, N. Y. V., is taken from the Muster-out Roll prepared by Captain WM. P. ROSS, and shows the condition of the Company when mustered out, and also those discharged, transferred [sic], died and deserted since the original organization of the Company. It is believed to be mainly correct, although it doubtless contains a few errors. This record will be valuable, especially to those who have claims against the Government for back pay, bounty, pensions, &c., and should be carefully preserved:—

William P. Ross, Captain, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mastered in Sep. 1, 1863; paid to Feb 28, 1865; wounded at Resaca, Ga., May 15, 1864.
Charles A. Coryell, 1st Lieut., Havana; joined service Nov. 14, 1862; mustered in Apr. 1, 1865; paid to Apr. 1, 1865.
Donald Macdonold, 1st Sergt., Havana; joined service Aug. 27, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; wounded at Peach Tree-Creek, Ga., July 20, 1864; right leg amputated; promoted to  1st Sergt. Nov. 1, 1864, commissioned as 2d Lieut.; received $40 pay.
Morris Weaver, Sergt., Montour; joined service Aug 14, 1862, mustered in Sept 10, 1862, paid to Feb. 28, 1865.
Frank M. Wheeler, Sergt., Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to May 31, 1864.
George R. Downing, Sergt., Havana; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
John E. Culver, Sergt., Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Wesley Ammack, Corporal, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
David L. Smith, Corporal, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Charles Rutty, Corporal, Piermont; joined service Aug. 22, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864; received severe contusion in action at Dallas, Ga., May 25, 1864.
Daniel B. Hurley, Corporal, Reading; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Leander S. Chamberlin, Corporal, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Alfred Dalrimple, Corporal, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Wm. H. Vanwormer, Corporal, Hector; joined service Aug. 29, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Isaac M. Peck. Corporal, Catharine; joined service Aug. 26, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
David Eacker, Musician, Montour; joined service Aug. 30, 1862; mustered in Sep. 10, 1862 
John M. Cole, Musician, Reading; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Edward McClarry, Wagoner, Cayuta; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862, paid to Aug. 31, 1864.

Samuel Ayers, Jerusalum; joined service Aug. 20, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
John Byrum, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862, mustered in Sept, 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
William T. Bowlby, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Richard M. Blain, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Nelson Bacon, Jr., Cayuta; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug 31, 1864.
Lewis Bailey, Elmira; joined service Aug. 21, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
John R. Bach, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sent. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864,
James Cornell, Bradford; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
William B. Clawson, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; received contusion in action at Dallas, Ga., May 25, 1864.
George Christjohn, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
William A. Carley, Hector; joined service Aug. 25, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Feb. 28, 1865.
Abram W. Dalrimple, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Jefferson Dimick, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864; wounded at Resaca, Ga., May 15, 1864.
Chauncy Dewitt, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Abiatha Donne, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
John Dane, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; wounded at Lost Mountain Jan. 15, 1864.
Benjamin H. Fish, Havana; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862: paid to Oct. 31, 1864.
William W. Gustin, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Albert H. Ganung, Perry City; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Feb. 28, 1865.
Eugene Hubbel, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862, paid to Dec. 31, 1863; wounded at Dallas, Ga., May 25, '64.
Stephen W. Hurley, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31. 1863.
David Hicks, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept, 10, 1862; paid to June 30, 1864.
John E. Hayes, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Garret Harring, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Charles R. Johnson, Reading; joined service Sept, 3, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
James M. Johnson, Hector; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept, 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Hiram Lamoreaux, Lodi; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
George Lowry, Mecklinburg; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Edwin McClarry, Cayuta; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Micholas W. Mathews, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Robert McCombs, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 30, 1864.
Hiram S. Newcomb, Orange; joined service Aug. 22, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863.
John Pepper, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Harlow Phelps, Hartsville; joined service Sept. 10, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Burritt Pierce, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Feb. 28, 1865.
William T. Parker, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Isaac N. Slaght, Hector; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Samuel H. Slaght, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug 31, 1864.
Jacob F. Sutherland, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Charles F. Simpson, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864.
Cornelius Thompson, Hector; joined service Aug. 30, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863.
Warren G. Woodward, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864; wounded in skirmish Jan. 18, 1864.
John L. White, Dix; joined service Aug. 14 '62; mustered in Sep. 10, '62, paid to Aug. 31, '64. 
Barnett Collins, Tyrone; joined service Sept. 9, 1864; mustered in Sept. 9, 1864.

C. W. Clauharty, Captain, Havana; mustered in Sept. 11, 1862; paid to May 31, 1863; discharged by reason of promotion to Maj., 141st N.Y. V., May 31, 1863.
John Strowbridge, 1st Lieut., Hector; mustered in Jept [sic], 1, 1863; promoted to 1st Lieut. Sept. 1st, 1863; discharged by reason of disability
July 22, 1864.
William J. Bryan, 1st Lieut., Havana; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Oct. 29, '64; paid to Dec. 31, '63; promoted to 1st Lieut.,
Oct. 29, '64; wounded at Dallas, Ga., May 25, '64; discharged the service of U. S. Jan. 22, 1865.
George Petterson, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; discharged from service of the U. S., at Maddison Post Hospt., Indianapolis, Ind., Nov. 3, 1864, on Surg. Cert.
Franklin F. Chandler, Sergt., Hector; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to June 30, 1863; discharged from service of U. S. at General Hospital, Washington, D. C., by order of Gen. Martindale.
Charles O. Durkee, Corporal, Havana; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864; discharged from service of U. S. by special, from War Dept., 188, on the 25th day of May, 1865.
Warren N. Hurley, Private, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Apr. 30, 1863; discharged from service of U. S. on Surgeon's Certificate of disability, from General Hospital Washington, D.
C., July 30, 1863.
Daniel Shannon, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 30, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to June 30, 1863; discharged from service of U. S. at General Hospital Washington, D. C., Nov. 24, 1863, by order of Gen. Martindale.
John B. Wasson, Private, Dix; joined service Aug. 15, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct. 31, 1862; discharged from service of U. S. at General Hospital Elmira, N. Y., Oct, 6, 1863, on certificate of disability.

John Gordon, Private, Hector; joined service Aug, 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; transferred to the Invalid Corps before Aug, 31, '63, exact date unknown; reason: Co. rec'ds lost. 
Franklin Jackson, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct. 31, 1862; transferred to the Invalid Corps, date unknown, by reason of loss of Co. records.
Benjamin Smalley, Private, Big Flats; joined service Aug. 18, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862, paid to Feb. 28, 1863; transferred to the Invalid Corps in April, 1864, exact date unknown because of loss of Co. records.
Florren Snyder, Private, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1864; transferred to the Veteran Reserve Corps Jan. 25, 1864, by reason of instructions from Provost Marshal General.
George Williams, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid, to Sept. 14, 1862; transferred to the Invalid Corps, exact date unknown because of loss of Co. records.
George Willover, Private, Dix; joined service Aug. 20, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct, 31, 1862; transferred to Inv. Corps, exact date unknown, reason: loss of Co. rec'ds.

Charles F. Babbit, 1st Sergt., Orange; joined service Aug. 14. 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to-Dec. 31, 1863; died on the 21st day of July, 1864, of wound received in the right arm in battle of Peach Tree Creek; com­missioned as 2d Lieut. but not mustered.
Sames C. Burtt, Sergt., Elmira; joined service Aug. 22, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; died on the 26th day of July, 1864, of wound received in forehead, in battle of Peach Tree Creek.
William W. Koons, Sergt., Reading; joined service Aug. 16, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; died on the 4th of Aug., 1864; at Kingston, Ga., of wound received in leg at Peach Tree Creek.
Curtis J. Chamberland, Corporal, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sep. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; died of Typhoid Pneumonia Nov. 23, 1863, Nashville, Tenn.
Hiram H. Platt, Corporal, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct. 31, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea July 9, 1864, at Townsend, N. Y., on furlough.
Asa Ballard, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; killed in action at Peach Tree Creek, Ga., July 20, 1864.
Chester K. Chapman, Private, Orange; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct. 31, 1863; died of Rheumatism and Diarrhea at Loudon, Tenn., Dec. 6, '63.
Delos Dimicki Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 29, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea Nov. 14, 1863, at Murfresboro, Tenn.
George Dalrimple, Private, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea at Murfresboro, Tenn., in Oct. 1863. 
Jackson Dickens, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 16, 1862; died at Nelson Hospital, Yorktown, Va., June 1, 1863.
Henry R. Griffin, Private, Catharine; joined service Aug. 26, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; killed in action at Resaca, Ga., May 15, 1864.
Oscar C. Griffin, Private, Catharine; joined service Aug. 21, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; killed in action at Dallas, Ga., May 25, 1864.
Franklin C. Grant, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1864; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; died at Bridgeport, Ala., Nov. 10, 1863, of wound received in action at Wauhatche Valley Oct. 28, 1863.
John Hager, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; killed in action at Resaca, Ga., May 15, 1864.
Horace W. Hart, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to June 30, 1863; died of Typhoid Fever at Hampton Hospital, July 14, 1863. 
Daniel McClarry, Private, Cayuta; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31,1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea in Hospital No. 1, Chattanooga, Tenn., Nov. 14, 1864.
Stephen Meade, Private, Tyrone; joined service Aug, 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Dec. 31, 1863; died of contusion in lower abdomen on the 30th of July, 1864, in Hospital at Chattanooga, Tenn.
Henry Miller, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 30, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct 31, 1863; killed by the accidental discharge of his own gun Dec. 5, 1863, near Loudon, East Tenn.
Daniel C. Norris, Private, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; died of Typhoid Fever Jan. 6, 1863, at Miners Hill, Va., (near Falls Church.)
Dewitt C. Primmer, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Sept. 14, 1862; died of Typhoid Fever Nov. 2, 1862, at Laurel Factory, Md.
Francis L. Royce, Private, Dix; joined service, Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea June 29, 1864, at Kingston, Ga., (in Hospital.)
William W. Sutton, Private, Reading; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Feb. 28, 1863; died of Typhoid Fever July 2, 1863, at Williamsburg, Va.
Charles D. Van Vleet, Private, Hector; joined service Aug, 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Apr. 30, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea at Nashville, Tenn., in Hospital No. 1, on Apr. 13, 1864.
Irving Wetherill, Private, Dix; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Oct. 31, 1863; died of Chronic Diarrhea Apr. 13, 1864, at Townsend N. Y., on furlough.

Oliver G. Chandler, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 30, 1882; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to June 30, 1863; deserted from the Hospital in Washington during the summer of 1863, date unknown, from loss of Co. records.
Henry Havens, Private, Hector; joined service Aug. 14, 1862; mustered in Sept. 10, 1862; paid to Aug. 31, 1863; missing in action Wauhatchie Junction, Tenn., Oct. 28, 1863—believed that he then deserted.

From the 141st.
Elsewhere will be found a list of the killed and wounded of the 141st Regt. Among the killed, we find the name of JACKSON MCDONALD, son of WM. MCDONALD of Havana. WM. STANLEY, of Odessa, lost two fingers and a thumb. ISAIAH FORREST, of Havana, was wounded in the hand.

The 141st Regiment.
Below we give the present roster of officers. The Regiment numbers three hundred and eighty men; in all, it has enlisted about twelve hundred men.

Lt. Col.—A. J. McNett.
Major—Cha's W. Clauherty.
Adj't—Geo. E. Gray.
Qr. Master—Emerson Belden.
Surgeon—Geo. S. Beakes.
Asst. " Orlando I. Greenman.
"       " Moses T. Babcock.

Captain Co. A.—Wm. P. Ross.
   "          " B—Wm. H. Bradford.
   "          " C—Elisha G. Baldwin.
   "          " D—William Merrell.
   "          " E—Archie Baxter.
   "          " F—Andrew J. Russell.
   "          " G—Phineas C. Mitchell.
   "          " H—Geo. W. Tubbs.
   "          " I—Robert M. McDowell,
Brevet Major of Volunteers.
   "          " K—Geo. L. Whiton.
1st Lieut. Co. A—Cha's E. Caryell.
2d     "       "    " ____ _____
         "       “   B—Ja's F. Carroll. .
1st    "        "  B—Ja's F. Carroll.
2d     "       "   " ____ _____
1st    "       "  C—Jud Griswold.
2d    "        "  " ____ _____
1st    "       "  D—Clemon Osmun.
2d     "       "  Cha's H. Freeman.
1st    "       "   F—Micajoh V. Sherwood.
2d     "       "   " Lucien B. Scott.
1st    "       "   G—Maxwell G. Shappee.
2d     "       "   " ____ _____
1st     "       "  H—Fed C. Willor.
2d     "       "   " Ambrose Stewart.
1st    "       "  I—John B. Rathbone.
2d    "       "   " Wm. M. Ware.
1st   "        "  K—Michael J. Hogarty
2d    "        "  " ____ _____

The 141st Regiment N. Y. Volunteers was organized at Elmira during
August, 1862, at the time that by the disasters of the Peninsula, it became needful to raise additional troops to beat back the haughty rebels, who were bent, on account of their successes, upon a general invasion of the North.—
The want of troops was so imminent, that two full Regiments were raised in a short time from this Congressional District. The 107th was the first to perfect its organization, and the 141st quickly followed suit. Col. S. G. Hathway was selected, from the first to be its Colonel, and he added his powerful and efficient influence to hasten its organization. It was ready to leave for the front September 15th, 1865. After reaching Washington it went into camp at Laurel, Maryland, September 15th, to do guard duty on the railroad between Washington and Baltimore. It was relieved, and upon November 24th, of the same year, it was ordered to Miner's Hill, Va., and joined Gen. Cowden's Brigade of Abercrombie's Division, in the defences of Washington.—Here it took its first lesson in picket duty, and perfected itself in warlike discipline and defence.
Co. A was raised in Schuyler Co.; Co. B in Schuyler Co.; Co. C in Elmira; Co. D in Corning; Co. E in Corning; Co. F in Steuben Co.; Co. G in Steuben Co.; Co. H in Steuben Co.; Co. I in Elmira; Co. K in Elmira.
Upon Feb. 12th the regiment moved from Miner's Hill to Arlington Heights, joined the Corps at Berlin, Md., after a days' march from Frederick City.—
July 19th it crossed the Potomac and arrived at Warrenton Junction, the
25th. It remained in this locality for some time, marching, changing camp and drilling, until September 24th, when the order came to move. The 11th and 12th Corps under the command of General Howard and Slocum both under the general command of Major General Hooker, were transferred to the Army of the Cumberland, then in Tennessee. The Regiment arrived at Bridgeport, Tenn., October 2d, and went into camp, on the banks of the Tennessee river. Rosecrans was then shut up in Chattanooga on a short rations transportation being fifty miles around by wagons, while by the railroad through Chattanooga Valley, it was only twenty-eight miles, the "Rebs" holding the road. The gallant Joe Hooker took the job to open this valley, which was accomplished in just forty-eight hours, ending with a famous moonlight "Battle of Wauhatchie" on the night of October 28th. This opened the railroad nearly to Chattanooga and the Army of the Cumberland "dubbed" Hooker's men as the "Cracker Boys," as it had not seen but one cracker per day for a month, until Hooker's men supplied their haversacks from their own. The 141st took part in the above action. Three or four men were taken prisoners. 
Wauhatchie is about five miles from Chattanooga, at the base of Lookout
Mountain. Here the 141st went into camp, subject to the constant shelling from Lookout Point. 
This harassing kind of warfare was too much for old Joe Hooker to submtt [sic] to, camly [sic]. On November 24th commenced the great battle of Lookout Mountain. The Regiment was in reserve, and while lying in front of Chattanooga, had a full view of the whole battle waged in mid air, upon the heights above it. The fight resulted in the taking of the Mountain, the cap­ture of Missionary Ridge, and the grand skedaddle of Bragg and his army for Ringold. On the third day of the series of battles, the Regiment moved to the left, to join Sherman.
In the mean time Gen. Grant had taken command at Chattanooga. After the pursuit of the enemy for two days, the 11th and 15th Corps were headed for Knoxville, where Longstreet was making a threatening siege; but, upon the approach of Sherman and Howard with their gallant troops, he made haste to North Carolina for safety.—This ended the march in that direction and the Regiment returned to its old camp at the base of Lookout Mountain after 24 days' march and settled down for winter, and fully rested from the fa­tiguing marches they had passed through. Here it remained in winter quarters until the 25th of January 1864 when the 2d Brigade was ordered to Shell Mound, 22 miles from Chattanoo­ga and six from Bridgeport, where it remained, doing the usual picket duty and drilling, until the 2d day of May, when it joined the 1st Brigade, 1st Di­vision, 20th Corps, the 11th and 12th having been consolidated, forming the 20th, under command of fighting Joe Hooker, and immediately in conjunc­tion with the grand armies of the Cumberland, Tennessee and ... from Miner's Hill to Arlington Heights. At this time Col. Hathway and Lieut. Col. Beecher resigned their respective positions. Major Dinninny was promoted to the Colonelship; Captain Wm. K. Logie, Co. E, was advanced to be Lieut. Colonel, and Captain E. L. Patrick, Co. I to be Major.
April 15th the Division broke camp and was sent to Suffolk, Va., to the
Department then commanded by Gen. Dix.
That vicinity was soon relieved of the presence of the rebels, and the regiment was not engaged in any general battle. May 3d it was ordered back,
via Fortress Monroe, to West Point, up York River, at the junction of the Mattapony and Pamunkey rivers. Gen. Gordon now assumed command of the division, numbering 7000 men of all arms. The Regiment tarried three weeks, and engaged in building breastworks and fortifications until the command was suddenly ordered back to Yorktown. While here, Col. Dinninny resigned his commission, and Lieut. Col. Logie was promoted to the vacant place, Major Patrick to the Lieut. Colonelship, and Captain Chas. W. Clauharty, Co. A, senior Captain, whose just rights had been hitherto ignored, was advanced to the majorship.
June 9th the Regiment took up the march to Williamsburg. The weather on this march was exceedingly hot and dry, and the men suffered extremely from the excessive heat. 
June 11th the march was resumed, reaching Deascund Bridge June 13th, where it remained until the 26th, far in advance of the rest of the troops, in a low, marshy and unhealthy locality, and the duty was constant, onerous and harassing. At this point it had its first brush with the enemy exchanging it first shots. David McCann, Co. 'D,' was the first victim to rebel bullets— shot by a bushwhacker. A great many of these were about and from their secret haunts, constantly came out to shoot pickets and cut off stragglers.
On June 26th the Regiment resumed its march to the White House and joined Gen. Dix's whole command numbering some 25,000 or 30,000, upon an expedition towards Richmond, which should have been captured at that time, while Lee and the rebels hosts were in Maryland. Gordon's division advanced far as Bottom Bridge, only twelve miles from Richmond, skirmishing frequently with the enemy, and getting their first experiences of shot and shell.
Engagements were frequent between the pickets, but no general battle took place until the 8th of July, when orders were received to abandon the expedition and the troops were transferred to the Army of the Potomac. For four or five months the bill of fare served up partook of so much sameness that the Regiment suffered extremely in general health. Their staple diet, as well as luxuries, consisted of hard tack, bacon and coffee served up ad infinitum with no ringing of the changes. July 8th it took up the line of march to Williamsburg. The severity of the campaign was now apparent in the hard marches it made. Rain fell in torrents during the whole of the day; twenty-seven miles were gained through mud and rain, to find a watery couch at night. The next day the weather was so hot that the men's feet were scalded in their wet shoes and stock­ings. Hundreds went into Yorktown barefooted and feet blistering sore; but there could be no delay, it was laid out to capture Lee in Maryland. The Reg­iment left this place by transport and ... berland, Tennessee and Ohio, made for Ringold to attack the rebels under Gen. Hood.
The battle of Resaca followed that of Ringold, in which the Regiment lost 95 men in killed and wounded. Lieut. Barber, universally respected as a christian and courteous gentleman and courageous officer fell, instantly killed. It also fought gallantly at Dallas, Pine Mountain, Marietta, and at Peach Tree Creek. In the latter battle Col. Logie was mortally wounded, and died in a few hours. Lt. Warren was shot through the heart both brave and noble officers. Lieut. Babitt was mortally wounded, dying the next morning.
Lieut. Col. A. J. McNett, who had been appointed to the position late in the December previous, in place of Lieut. Col. Patrick, resigned, lost his right arm. Major Clauharty, Adjutant Hazard and Lieut. Shappee were severely wounded. Captain Townsend and Lieut. Willor were slightly wounded. Half the Regiment were disabled but it stood its ground nobly. Victory continued to perch on their banners. More fighting was a t hand, and Atlanta fell Sept. 2d. The 20th corps having previously fallen back to the Chattahoochee, as a  feint to the enemy, and to cover the rear of the Union army, was the first to enter Atlanta.
Lieut. Col. McNett was promoted to be Colonel, Major C. W. Clauherty to be Lieut. Colonel, Captain Baldwin t o be Major, and Adjutant Hazzard to a captaincy, Lieut. Geo. B. Gray to be adjutant. 
Soon after the famous march to Savannah, through Georgia, began. Then Sherman's resistless legions swept northward through the Carolinas, toward
Virginia, constantly engaged in skirmishing with the enemy, but taking part in no general engagements until Bentonville was reached. Here, amid swamps, and under every discouragement, our brave boys gained their last great battle. During the Carolina march the Regiment was commanded in the abcence [sic] of Col. McNett on account of his wound, on detached duty successively by the field officers present and Captain Merrell. Col. McNett rejoined his Regiment at Raleigh, North Carolina.
After Johnson's surrender, the march was taken homeward to Alexandria and Washington. It encamped, until mustered, after the grand review, this side of Washington, at Clark's Mills, until transportation was ready to bring it home.—Elmira Adv.

…iment left this place by transport and proceeded direct to Washington and
Frederick City, Maryland, arriving there July 14th. The same night, the whole rebel army made a safe retreat across the Potomac. Gordon's division was now disbanded and the troops transferred to the 11th and 12th Corps.
The 141st was consigned to the 2d Brigade, 3d Division, 11th Corps, Gen. Howard commanding the corps. Carl Schurz, the division, and Col. Krzyzanowski, the brigade.