SOPO Editor’s Note: The Civil War diary of Orlando P. Benson of the 92nd New York was found and published in The Courier and Freeman (Potsdam, NY). I’ve chosen to publish the portion of the diary covering Bermuda Hundred, Petersburg, Salisbury prison, and his postwar experiences through the end of the diary. Check out this installment below, and be sure to look over the other installments as they are published. I’ve included a list of all published installments at the bottom of this and every post. MANY thanks to Jack Phend for transcribing this entire diary for me. It appears here solely due to his help. Are you interested in first person accounts at the Siege of Petersburg? Check out our Letters and Diaries page for more!
BENSON CAPTIVE IN REBEL PRISON
DESCRIBES THE HORRORS OF THE PEN AT ANDERSONVILLE [sic, SALISBURY]
The Courier and Freeman this week presents the 12th installment of the diary kept by the late Orlando P. Benson, of Massena [New York], while he was a soldier in the Union army during the Civil war. In this installment he tells of the falling to pieces of the old 92nd [New York] by men being mustered out. [Army of the James commander] General Butler allows the colors to be kept, however. An attack is made upon the rebel works at Fair Oakes [on October 27, 1864] and nearly all the Union soldiers are killed, wounded or taken prisoners. Sergeant Benson, with many others, is taken to Pemberton prison at Richmond, Va., later being transferred to Salisbury prison, Salisbury, N.C. He describes the terrible life in prison.
October 1st, 1864—Go to fortifying amid cold and drenching rain. Terrible muddy. Have two men wounded. Bring in wounded and bury dead. Build a bombproof.
2nd—Clears off somewhat. We are still fortifying. Have a terrible cramp after dark. It lasts about two hours. The same as I had once before at White Oak swamp.
3rd—Rains in the afternoon. Captain Bice [sic, Augustus G. Brice] joins the regiment. Feel rather unwell. Our prisoners bury the rebel dead. Pits ankle deep with mud. Get fresh supply of rations for my own use in the shape of biscuits and cheese through Alick’s kindness.
4th—All quiet. We are very busily engaged in fortifying. Men work both day and night. Weather fair.
5th—Weather still fair. Our troops all in the best of spirits. God only knows how soon we shall be called to see more blood shed. I am sick of it and long for peace.
6th—All still quiet. Captain B[r]ice and Lieutenant Thompson go to camp and return. Send in to headquarters a complete list of casualties since the 29th inst. Total loss in the regiment in killed and wounded 34.
7th—After dark all hands turn out and level down the works in front of Fort Harrison. Move off to the right about twelve miles and camp for the night near the First Pennsylvania Battery. Enemy shell us with four mortars in the morning, doing but little damage. Peter Morrison, Company A, killed.
8th—Weather cool and chilly. Lines very quiet. Busily engaged in building abutments and strengthening the works. Alick sends up some codfish balls.
9th—Lines very quiet. Weather quite cool. See frost for the first time this year Get a letter from Emma. General [Gilman] Marstin [sic, Marston] relieves General Carr in command of the division. Lieut.-Col. Th[o]mas E. Barker, of the Second [sic, Twelfth] New Hampshire Volunteers, takes command of the brigade. He is a splendid man and is rising rapidly.
10th—Three years ago tonight spent my first night in old Camp Union as a soldier. What changes since then. Dangers have surrounded me on all sides since then but still God has spared me to experience new scenes and dangers. See Captain Garvin. C.P. Gray and I over to the 142nd New York.
11th—Promotions in the regiment numerous. Colonel [Newton M.] Curtis [of the 142nd New York, commanding 1/2/X/AotJ] comes over to see about getting us veterans into his regiment. Some are in favor of going while some choose light artillery. Captain [Harry C.] Fay sees General Butler’s adjutant-general but gets no information as to when, where or how the regiment is to be mustered out.
12th—Receive orders about 3:00 p.m. to get ready to march. Start at once. Move off to the right and relieve the Tenth corps to make a demonstration on the left. They meet a flag of truce and turn back to wait for morning. Commences to rain about sundown. Spend a cold night.
13th—Early in the morning the Tenth Corps moves out and soon the sharp rattle of musketry is heard. Fighting more or less going on all day. At dark all the troops begin to return. Nothing more or less than a reconnaissance in force. Little loss on our side.
14th—Move back to our old ground in the line. See Captain Garvin and show him Fort Harrison. Alick comes up and stays all night with Frank and me.
15th—Very pleasant. Colonel [Newton M.] Curtis [commanding 1/2/X/AotJ] comes over in the evening with his brigade band to serenade us, doubtless with the object of gaining our good graces. No sign of being relieved. Muster out papers will to be made out on the field. Rather difficult.
16th—Weather very pleasant. Prisoners come in daily. Lines very quiet. The boys are all in good spirits.
17th—Captain [Harry C.] Fay goes to depot headquarters and learns that there is no chance of our retaining our organization. We all hope we may. Draw clothing, two pair of pants and one shirt.
18th—Dr. Mansfield gives us some Union votes. Had we got them sooner we could have carried the regiment unanimously for old Father Abe. General Butler and family visit the front. The band plays “Hail to the Chief.” Some hopes now of the regiment being kept up.
20th—Prospects still for the regiment to be kept up. Glorious news from Sheridan in the valley. Have a sa[lu]te fired along the entire lines. Rebels dare not reply. The joy of the troops knows no bound. Our corps reviewed by regiments. Dare not spare more than one regiment at a time from the breastworks.
21st—Go with Sergeant Hawley and visit Butler’s [Dutch Gap] canal. Get some choice relics of petrified wood and clay of a peculiar kind. It is well worth one’s trouble. Additional news from Sheridan. Troops being reviewed throughout the army.
22nd—Our troops reviewed by brigades. Weather cold and showery. General [Gilman] Marstin [sic, Marston] reviews the division. General Grant and staff pass along the lines. Hear him speak. Looks much better than when I saw him last. There was an old man along with him which I think must have been his father.
23rd—Service by chaplain. He comments upon the parable in the 13th chapter of Matthew. Captain Fay returns to camp. Sergeant Hawley receives appointment as [S]e[c]ond Lieutenant from General Butler in the Fifth United States colored regiment.
24th—Move to the left and occupy the ground vacated by the Eighth Connecticut in the Second brigade [2/1/XVIII/AotJ]. New light thrown at last upon the regiment’s being mustered out. They are to leave tomorrow.
25th—Forty-three of our brave comrades start for home. We are now left without an officer. Lieutenant [Myron N.] Dickinson, of the 118th New York Volunteers, assigned to the command of the detachment temporarily. We still hold the colors and our organization. We all find it hard to part with our old chums.
26th—March at 6:00 a.m. about two miles to the rear and cook rations. Know nothing of what we are to do. [New Second Brigade commander] Colonel [Edgar M.] Cullins [sic, Cullen] tries to take our colors from us. Sergeant Pierce takes them to General Butler, who tells us that we can keep them at present. Hear bad news from Alick. Drunkeness.
27th—Take up the line of march at 4:30 a.m. and about 3:00 p.m. form a line of battle just through the woods of Fair Oakes [sic, Oaks] and charge upon the rebel works under galling fire. The charge fails and we are nearly all killed, wounded or taken prisoners. Twenty-six of my regiment taken. March to Richmond at once. About 300 taken from our corps.
Orlando Benson and other members of the 92nd NY were captured at Second Fair Oaks, Oct. 27, 1864. (Drawing by A. R. Waud. Library of Congress.)
28th—Our names are taken on the upper floor of the Pemberton prison, where we are to be lodged for the present. Our greenbacks and canteens are also taken. Get rations at 10:00 a.m. and at 4:00 p.m. They consist of a small piece of corn cake (or corn meal and water) and a very small piece of meat for breakfast, piece of brown and a half pint of bean soup for supper. Just about half enough to quench hunger.
29th—A few prisoners put into our building. Several squads are lodged in Libby [prison in Richmond] during the day. Some of our keepers begin to show some of their fiendish Southern natures by kicking four innocent men and then drawing their revolvers on them for remonstrating.
30th—Take charge of the room and of distributing the rations. All quiet so far in our prison. Busy ourselves by looking down upon the almost desolate streets of Richmond. The sick are examined about 12:00 m. A call is made for shoemakers and mechanics of all kinds.
31st—Have 205 men on our floor. Things the same from day to day. All we can do is to walk the floor and form new acquaintances. Many of the men are coming down with the chills. Imprisonment is hard where one is shut up in a room like hogs in a pen.
November 1st—Feel rather unwell. Have a little hubbub about the rations. Adopt a more stringent rule about issuing. Have heard no grumbling since. The boys feel well generally and are in much better spirits than one could expect.
2nd—About 6:00 p.m. draw two days’ rations and lay down to rest as best we can to await the motion of our royal keepers. Anything for a change, although for the worse, is almost desirable. Most of the boys keep up excellent spirits. We expect to go south.
3rd—Rou[s]ted about 2:00 a.m. and hustled out into the streets. March at once to the cars and pile in, 62 into a car. Crowded almost to suffocation. Get under way bout 4:00 a.m. and ride all day. Never saw such railroading before. Two guards at the door and some upon the top of the cars.
4th—Still aboard of these horrible cars. Run out of rations. The codfish makes us all very thirsty. Prices along the route tremendously high. It takes a basketful of money to get a pocketful of grub. Remain all night in an open field near Green[s]borough [in North Carolina]. Suffer terribly for it is very cold. Very hungry.
Orlando P. Benson and other Union soldiers captured at Second Fair Oaks soon experienced the horrors of Salisbury POW camp. (North Carolina Collection, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Library)
5th—Take the cars early and resume our tedious journey. This is our second day without rations of any kind. Reach Salisbury [North Carolina] about 5:00 p.m. and enter the [Salisbury Prisoner of War] pen at dark. Cold and rainy. Hear terrible stories of our new home. Robbing and plundering going on all night. Blankets and cups stolen.
6th—Organize the men into squads of 100 each. We are the Tenth division. I have charge. Sergeants of divisions have plenty to eat and were it not for the human suffering outside one might enjoy themselves hugely. Draw the first rations for four days.
7th—It is absolutely horrible to witness the dead cart with its load of dead piled up in tiers like wood. They are taken out and piled into a large hole. Thousands are already just upon the brink of the grave.
8th—It is dreadful to hear the coughing these cold, rainy nights. Only three men from a squad are allowed to go at once for wood, so the poor fellows suffer dreadfully for fires. Some have no shoes nor stockings, without cap or coat.
9th—No pen can write or tongue express the suffering in this camp. The men are actually starved to death. But little pains is taken to clean the camp, The tents are insufficient to acco[m]modate all. Some make mud houses while others, too weak, crawl under houses.
10th—The men are being fed better now than previous. It is uncertain how long it will last. Saw one man whose head was literally covered with scabs and every hair standing on end covered completely with nits and lice.
11th—Our soup is made with rice and water without salt. There is but little nourishment in it. Draw rice once for my division, ten pints for a hundred men. If the men had salt they could make better soup than they draw.
(To Be Continued)
SOPO Editor’s Note: This article was transcribed by Jack Phend.
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Other Posts from Orlando P. Benson’s Diary While at the Siege of Petersburg:
- Diary of Orlando P. Benson, 92nd New York
- NP: February 11, 1925 Potsdam NY Courier and Freeman: Orlando P. Benson Diary, 92nd NY, Part 1
- NP: February 18, 1925 Potsdam NY Courier and Freeman: Orlando P. Benson Diary, 92nd NY, Part 2
- NP: February 25, 1925 Potsdam NY Courier and Freeman: Orlando P. Benson Diary, 92nd NY, Part 3
- NP: March 4, 1925 Potsdam NY Courier and Freeman: Orlando P. Benson Diary, 92nd NY, Part 4
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