Lately, I've been
doing some reading in the Landscape of War, and thinking about how I can
incorporate this idea into a brigade history. How did the men in the
Branch-Lane brigade "perceive their natural environment and their place in
it"? (quoting Lisa M. Brady, author of War
Upon the Land: Military Strategy and the Transformation of Southern Landscapes
during the American Civil War). I
am not at this time, however, so much interested in how a brigade transformed
the landscape (which they did), but instead, how they perceived the changing
landscape around them.
In an essay on the
subject, Megan Kate Nelson (The Journal
of the Civil War Era, Vol. 3, No. 3, September 2013) writes that soldiers,
in writing home, "sought to exert control over their lives by explaining
the world around them to themselves and their loved ones."
A great place to see
a soldier explaining the landscape around him can be found in the letters of Bennett
Smith, a member of the 37th North Carolina Troops. Smith was 25 years old and
living in Watauga County when he enlisted on September 8, 1861. He wrote his
wife Jane several times throughout his service in the Confederate army. It is
unlikely that Smith had ever ventured far from his mountain home prior to the
start of the war.
Smith's February
24, 1862, letter is full of landscapes. "I hav sean a hep of curyous
things," he writes. "this is a pore contry down hear it is a white
sandy lan and jast as full of grean briars as it can bee[.] Smith added that
"The water is bad hear I had rather drink out of them mud holes thare on
Brushy fork[.]" Smith also mentioned the forts in the area and the Neuse
River.
Writing on March 6,
1862, Smith gives us a glimpse of another aspect of his changing landscape. "There
is so mutch nois here Some eavnings here That I cant here them fire the canons
at the forts[.]"
Following the loss
at the battle of New Bern, Confederate forces retreated to Kinston. "We
hav a house to stay in now wher we are it is rite smrt toun" he wrote of
Kinston on March 15, 1862.
Water seemed to be
a recurring theme for Smith - more so than in most letters that I have read. On
April 13, 1862, at Camp Holmes, he wrote that "The water runs sloe down
here & looks of a redish color[.]"
Smith goes on to add "As to this being A helthey place I dont think
it will it i to low and swampy[.]"
In early May 1862,
the 37th NCT was transferred to Virginia, and Smith found himself passing
through Virginia. "The part of Virginia that I come threw is a butiful
contry Some of the pretiest farms I evry saw I think it will be helthy here
their is mountains here the timber is gitting green[.]" Undoubtedly the Confederate capital was the
biggest city Smith had even been in. "[Richmond] is a big place & Just
any thing you want to sea you can sea nearly
I saw the Statute of Washington
he was siting on a horse Jest looked like man drest in milatery close...
the nigurs was drest finer than the white people in Watauga...” Once
again, Smith also mentioned water in this May 8, 1862 letter: "The water
dont taist good it is cold a nuf it is Slait Stone water[.]"
Smith was captured
during the battle of Hanover Court House on May 27, 1862. He was taken to Fort
Monroe and paroled at Aiken's Landing, on August 5, 1862. Smith was absent
without leave from October 20, 1862, through mid-January, 1863. He probably
made his way back home, and was able to tell Jane about seeing the Atlantic
Ocean, Fort Monroe, and other sites.
By January 27,
Smith was back with the army, writing home and describing the breastworks at
Fredericksburg. The plain in front of the breastworks was "2 miles"
wide and "Just as level as a house flore..."
Smith wrote that he
was ill starting in February 1863. His descriptions of his surroundings became
fewer. For a while, he did nothing but "lay a bout my hut[.]" Of
course, since Smith's part of the Army of Northern Virginia was stationary from
mid-December until early May, Smith would not have had much news in regards to
a change of scenery to commit to his letters. On April 7, Smith commented on
the wind and mud, "the stickeyes mud I ever saw[.]" He goes on to
comment about the health of the regiment not being good, partially due to the filthiness
of the area and that "the water is not very good[.]"
Smith set out with
the 37th NCT when they headed to Chancellorsville, but was sent to the rear
because of the problems with his feet.
Bennett Smith's
last letter home was written on June 18, 1863. Smith, suffering from
"hydroxthrus" and/or "dropsy" was sent to a hospital in
Lynchburg, Virginia. He thought Lynchburg "a very good place hear[.]"
He had a clean bed and plenty of food. Smith died in Lynchburg on June 30,
1863.
Smith left a dozen
or letters, kept by his family, and thankfully, shared with me while I was
working on the book on the 37th North Carolina Troops. He has provided us with
some insight on how a mountain soldier viewed the new world opened up to him by
the war. Nelson finishes her article by reminding us that "By seeing
landscapes clearly, we gain new insights into the Civil War's many and varied
histories." In my opinion, Smith's is one of the best. I just wish he had
survived the war.