The Clopton Chronicles

A Project of the Clopton Family Genealogical Society

 

 

 

DR. THOM

 

 

Regarding

 

Dr. Thomas B. Clopton & His Wives

Martha Harwell, Harriet B. Claiborne & Cornelia A. Harrison Palmer

 

By Suellen Clopton Blanton,[1] bblanton@fast.net

 

 

 

A Distressing Calamity

 

                In the full enjoyment of health,

                In the very prime of life,

                Has thus perished on of the finest

                Ornaments of our society.

 

 

When the Yankees were through making war on Sara Elizabeth,[2] her infants, and the other women, children, and elderly men of Morgan County, Georgia, they bravely marched south into Putnam County to continue their reign of terror, and, on November 24, 1864, [3] landed on the very doorstep of another Clopton, the house and grist mill of Dr. Thomas B. Clopton.[4]

 

 

 

Clopton’s Mill appears on most of the old maps of Georgia, including this Civil War map reproduced from a drawing by Robert M. McDowell showing the approach of the Union Army from Eatonton to Milledgeville.  Milledgeville, which lies due south of Eatonton, was at that time the Capital of Georgia.  Sherman was well prepared.  He had studied the tax maps and the 1860 census reports, aware that the more people living in a region, the more easily soldiers could live off the land.  The Oconee region, at the request of the Confederate government, had shifted from cotton production to growing corn and other vegetable crops to help the Southern war effort.  The bountiful yields fed, instead Sherman’s men as they cut a sixty mile wide swath through Georgia.

 

 

It was the Creeks who first migrated from the Red River Valley to inhabit the Oconee River Valley[5].  One of the original 13 original states, it was sparsely populated.  To attract settlers, generous land allotments were sold for very little money.  Attracted by the prospect of acquiring extensive acreage with its favorable climate and fertile soil, the would-be country-gentlemen moved with their families and took possession of the new territory.  So lush and bountiful was the land that the during the waning years of the Civil War, Yankees marveled at the rich countryside of Putnam County.

 

Resuming the march towards the Capital of the State [Milledgeville], we passed through one of the richest and best farmed districts; and the appearances of many of the houses evidently shows that the occupants have both skill and capital.  The fine old plantations, prolific orchards, and the beauty, richness, and culture of the soil, has altogether a more respectable appearance than the generality of Southern territory.  The citizens show their taste in their handsome dwelling houses, splendid churches, and neat school houses.[6]

 

 

The nineteenth century had been a prosperous time in Georgia and several of our New Kent County Clopton cousins migrated to that state to take advantage of new land and fresh adventure.  Dr. Thomas Clopton[7] was in Putnam County, Georgia by 1820[8]  A native of New Kent County, Virginia, he joined his brothers, James, Miller, and Waldegrave[9] and cousin Alford Clopton[10] in taming the wilderness west of the Oconee River.  A veteran of the Was of 1812, his father had served as a Captain during the American Revolution, and he would live to see all three of his sons[11] serve in the Confederate Army.  But before the country was torn apart, and the “richest and best farmed districts” were plundered and laid to waste, the lives of the Putnam County Cloptons were good.

Dr. Clopton was very prosperous, owning as many as sixteen slaves.[12]  Virginia was the only state with a greater number of slaves than those owned by Georgians.  Slaves had more value than land.  Between 1850 and 1860, an able-bodied field hand sold for twelve hundred dollars.  The total wealth in slaves in Georgia was greater than the value of all her land and cities combined.[13]

He operated a successful grist mill and was a country doctor.  Sometimes he was paid in cash[14] and sometimes in corn.  A bushel of corn equaled $1.00 in cash.  He cared for both the white families and their slaves.  He charged anywhere from $3.00 to a whopping $4.50 for a day visit and medicine, and as much as $5.00 for a nighttime consultation and medication.  A tooth could be extracted for $1.00, and a female pelvic exam fetched $6.00.  A baby was delivered for $10.00, $15.00 if the delivery proved especially difficult.  One dollar was charged for a rectal exam plus $4.00 for the visit.  Two rather fascinating entries note:  “Visit to little Mary and mule  $4.00.”[15]

                Of course, life did bring with it a share of pain.  His first two sons[16] died young, and their mother, Martha Harwell[17] died a horrifying death in 1833.

 

 

DISTRESSING CALAMITY[18]-Died in Putnam county, Ga. on Saturday the 28th September, Mrs. MARTHA CLOPTON, wife of Dr. Thomas Clopton of said county, in the thirty-first year of her age.  On the day of her death, the deceased, in company with her brother & a male friend, started out on a short fishing excursion on the Oconee River.  After having spent sometime in fishing, the party set out to return to the landing, for the purpose of going home.  In passing up the stream in the canoe in which they were fishing, it was necessary to pass through a rapid current of the river; at that critical place, the pole of the poleman broke from its hold, and the canoe was precipitated against a rock, which threw the deceased out, who was sitting in the stern.  She was borne up on the surface of the water for some distance, by the strength of the current. Her friends present were so much alarmed as to be utterly unable to afford her any assistance;  and in this situation she sunk beneath the surface to rise no more to life.  In the full enjoyment of health, in the very prime of life, has thus perished one of the first ornaments of our society.  For several years she had been a strict member of the Methodist Church - Esteemed by all who knew her.  Her loss has not failed to make a lasting wound in the bosom of that society of which she was a member, and of that community in which she resided.  She has left behind her to mourn her loss, a husband and child, an aged father and mother, brothers and sisters, and a large circle of weeping relatives. The body of the deceased was, after great exertions, found on the succeeding day, near where she was seen to sink, after remaining in the water about eighteen hours.

 

 

        A widower with one child to care for, he quickly married again, this time to his kinswoman,[19] Harriet B. Claiborne, who would give birth to four children before her death in 1857.[20]  Following in the footsteps of so many other old Virginia families, the Claibornes sent their own to join the efforts to conquer and tame the wilderness of Georgia.  Travel in those days wasn't for the faint of heart; conditions being at best, uncomfortable, at worst, fraught with danger at every turn.  The families traveled in groups composed of family and friends who had been chosen to expand the family holdings.  According to family tradition the Claibornes and Clopton made the journey together from Virginia to Georgia.[21]

        A glance at Claiborne of Virginia, Descendants of Colonel William Claiborne,[22] listing the descendants of these first Georgia Claibornes, sheds great light on the complex system of intermarriage between the early pioneers of the Oconee region.

 

 

 

Heart Breaker

 

It is a great pleasure to me to have some one amongst

your sex that I can communicate with and pass off my many hours.

It is not only agreeable but (a) pleasant and useful past time ….

               

 

Times were indeed good, and none of Dr. Clopton children enjoyed life more than his daughter, Sarah Elizabeth.  There is little doubt Miss Lizzie was a heart-breaker.  A gentleman from Sparta, Georgia, Edwin, wrote her restrained, painfully polite, elegant little letters.[23]

 

Miss Lizzie

Tis another great pleasure I write these few lines t o you.

And I hope it is with satisfaction you receive them.  I wish to know if it is agreeable to you to hold correspondence with me.  It is a great pleasure to me to have some one amongst your sex that I can communicate with and pass off my many (?) hours.  It is not only agreeable but (a) pleasant and useful past time and one is benefited by it in many respects.  Ever since Camp meeting there has been a great revival going on here in the Methodist Church.

I have something I would tell you but I will defer it until some other time.

                                Yours .. Farewell

                                                                Edwin …..

Sparta Ga Sept 6th 1854

 

                                                                                                                Eatonton Ga.

                                                                                                                April 12th 1856

 

Alas, she gave her hand to another, for no other heart was so inflamed than that which beat in the breast of John Godkin.[24]  He wooed and pursued her in a series of impassioned letters.

 

Miss Lizzie.  Since inevitable circumstances prevented my seeing you before you left for Montgomery I hope that you will pardon the liberty I here take in sending you the enclosed lines.  Times here are about as you left them with the exception of a fishing party occasionally.  All your  friends regret your absence but live in anticipation of seeing you soon home again.  We all hope (nor can one doubt) that you are enjoying yourself.  Believing that you are partial to a city life, Do you expect to spend the summer in Ala some of us would like to know.  The Dennis Springs will be opened in June and we think you should by all means visit them, a pleasant time is contemplated.  You will perceive that the intention of these lines is not such as to claim the  … of a letter, but merely to give you in as few words as possible the state of things in general.  By your permission I would be very happy to correspond with you.  Wishing you a pleasant visit, with all the enjoyment and entertainments a city can bestow.  I am with sentiments of high regard.

                                                                Jno. R. Godkin

Miss S. E. Clopton

Montgomery

Ala

 

 

To Miss Lizzie

Upon her return from Montgomery Ala

With a joyous smile & words sincere,

I gladly welcome thee

Back to thy home to dwell again

Away from the gay and glee.

Not with a shout will I welcome thee

As when a warrior comes,

Nor flying banners raising high,

Nor sound of rumbling drums.

But the rich incense of my hear

I offer at they shrine

I’ve set thy name among the stars

That must forever shine.

 

The Ultimatum

 

Delays are dangerous, and

doubtless you have seen the

evils of long engagements.

               

 

                                                            Belleville

                                                                                Sept 12th 1856

Dear Miss Lizzie,

                No doubt you will think strange of my writing when I have so frequently visited you but I assure you that nothing but the purest motives have prompted me.  My feelings are truly unenviable.  In vain have I breathed to you the feelings of my heart.  Alas, they have not awakened the least responsive emotions, I fear, in your heart.

You have taken your letters and I know not what to think, since you have retained mine, but that your intention was to coquette me, I have imagined, since the Putnam campmeeting when you solicited your letters to see.  I cannot imagine what has become of the last letter I wrote you when you were in Montgomery, if it did not arrive at its destination.  I cannot under such circumstances consider myself engaged for the indefinite time of next fall, twelve months is too far into the future for me to calculate and I do not believe in such long engagements.

I have been honest and honorable with you, I think, since our acquaintance and yet I think you  have doubted my confidence.  Delays are dangerous, and doubtless you have seen the evils of long engagements.  Will you marry me between this and the 12th of October is the questions which I wish you to answer either by letter or verbally when I see you.  I have deliberated long, therefore you cannot think me impulsive.  If your intentions have been serious and if you have considered my situation, position in life, I am sure that you will readily see that much depends on your answer.  I cannot imagine why you have reversed  my proposal, but if you think that you would have to make the least sacrifice or that I cannot afford you the pleasure and happiness in life which you so much deserve, I will be content to know it, for my life would to me be miserable were I to know it, when too late to remedy.

                Although I have hastily written this epistle, yet I have contemplated a great while on its import.  I hope that you will consider this seriously and give me an unalterable answer.  It is not the least pleasure to live in such a state as this when deprived of all hope and happiness.  But “if thou wilt design this heart to bless, life far from thee were wretchedness.”

                                                                                Yours affectionately

                                                                                Jon. R. Godkin

 

Miss S. E. Clopton

at home

 

 

Miss Lizzie succumbed to his ardent plea and they were married November 6, 1856.

 

 

The Calm Before the Storm

 

Give my love to all inquiring friends

and accept a thimble full for yourself.

 

 

Because death was such a frequent visitor in those days, and the families large, widows and widowers seldom let much time elapse before remarrying.  It was also not uncommon for widowers to marry women much younger than themselves.  Possibly older women were too smart to want to marry men with a house full of children!  It was often a case of Yours, Mine, and Ours, and that could add up to eight, ten, and even twelve children or more.  Following the death of second wife Harriet, he married Cornelia A. Harrison Palmer in 1858 when she was 18 years old and he was 60.  In 1860, joining the westerly migration of so many of his Clopton kin, Dr. Clopton moved to Americus, Sumpter County Georgia with Cornelia, their baby, Walter, his sons Tommy Alexander, and Robert Emmett, who was known as “Shug,” went with them.  The plans were for sister, Maria Louisa, to join the family in Americus as soon as the house could be enlarged.  The now happily married Miss Lizzie stayed in Putnam County with her husband.

                And just why would Dr. Clopton move to Sumpter County at such an advanced age, leaving behind his adult children and his many friends?  It must be remembered that the slave system was very inefficient.  It was not unusual for slaves to be the most valuable asset a planter owned, worth far more than any other possession.  Slave labor was essential, but the price of slaves who were physically fit to work in the fields was high, and their owners had to house, feed and clothe them.  He spent considerable amount of time himself, doctoring his neighbor’s slaves, and charging for his service.  It may be that Dr. Clopton simply was not a careful business manager and, like so many of his fellow planters, he went into debt and left to seek new sources of revenue.

Weeks before the start of a war that was to divide his country and change his life forever, young Thomas Alexander wrote a teasing letter.[25]  This gentle boy’s primary concerns were young ladies and homesickness.  There is no hint of concern in Cousin Tommy’s letter regarding the real possibility of war.  This is not surprising.  With communications slow, and Georgia was, after all, an awfully long way from Washington, many Southerners didn’t take the prospect of war too seriously and fully expected to win quickly and easily if the Yankees were so foolish to engage in battle.

                The United States was deeply divided when Tommy wrote his letter, with seven of the 33 states already having seceded from the Union and combined to form the Confederate States of America.  Georgia had voted to secede on January 19, 1861.[26]  Virginia, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Arkansas soon joined them.  Delaware, Maryland, Missouri, and Kentucky, slave states, were held by armed forces, determined to keep them in the Union.

 

 

Saturday (February) the 2 1861

Cousin Lutie:[27]

 

I received your letter in due time and was glad to hear from old Putnam that all was well.  I believe we are all well except Carolines[28] youngest child.  He is very sick it has been sick ever since we have been down here.

I wrote you word that I had a notion of teaching scool but I joined the artilery Company[29] since we will start to Brunswick in three weeks.  We have a large company in Americus but some to go to Savannah some to Seaports in Florida.

Cousin, I attended a party last night at Mrs. Watts’ and such [a] fine time we had so many varieties of cakes and candies oh!  It was a fine table and I enjoyed myself so well with a young lady her name I will not write but it was a nice lady and she was hansome.  I fell in love with  her and she in love with me.  She told me she loved me.

Oh me I do like the people of Sumpter County but I disdain the place nothing but pinywoods but I am in hopes I will like it better after a while.  We are building some room to the house Sis[30] she will be a Sumpter Lady.

You wrote me word that Sis was taking on about a gentleman in Putnam.  I would like to know his name, and you had a party at your house but didn’t enjoy yourself on account of your sweetheart going off to scool.  I think I know his name I.A.B. [?] he is going to Mount Zion [?],  I wonder if that gum … well on his fingers Ha!  Ha!  Yes I hope it is, poor fellow, he suffered from it.  I will stop this subject.

You wrote me that you had a party at Mrs. Pinkerton’s and it was a dancing party and all that was needed was my presence to make things complete and if I wasn’t there my … was I reckon Sally [?] thought she would carry it there to see if it could dance.

I think of my old home often and think of the enjoyment I have had there never to enjoy no more.  Them happy hours have all past away oh!  How fleet is time just to think a year back and I was in Putnam among my relations and acquaintances but I  have left them all behind perhaps to never see no more.  But providence will provide for me I hope.

You wrote me word that Sally sent me her love and Jennie [?] E. her compliments tell both howdy for me and tell them to look out the 14th for a Valentine tell them I have got two one a monkey and the other a gentell looking man and the one that receives the man I expect to marry.

I expect to marry in old Putnam if ever.  Sis wrote me word she had knit one stocking and started another tell her not to knit so hard.  You wrote me word that Sis said she would bite me if I didn’t write to her tell her I shan’t write to her just to get a bite but I will tell her before hand not to bite too hard.

Cousin Lutie, I will send a letter to Billy[31] … you tell Billy not to get mad at the letter for I was so devilish that day.  I wrote Sis I could not do no better.  I will try and do better the next time tell Aunt Martha[32] she must have a set of teeth put in by the time I come up there.  I don’t expect to come until Christmas and she will have a plenty of time to have them put in.

Cousin Lutie I  must stop writing to you for a while and go and eat dinner.  Nathan[33] is here bothering me and I must stop until after dinner but after dinner I will finish out the other page.

Tell Billy not to take too much trouble with Jerry but to take care of him for me if he pleases.  I reckon Prince[34] will be up there in about two weeks.  Father has hired him out to Mr. Hooks just to cut stocks for the mill he owns a large saw mill.  Lou, she is hired out and I … father gets $43 … for all three.

I was very sorry to here that Cousin Maria had been sick but was getting better.  You must excuse mistakes and blotches - give my love to all and except a thimble full for yourself.  I promised to write to Aunt Mary[35] as soon as I got down here and to write to her the first one but the next letter I write a letter it shall be to her but I don’t know when I will have a chance to write again.  You must write me as soon as you get this letter tell Billy to write to me and write all the news he can think of.  I am going to church Sunday to Americus and if father will loan me the horse and buggy I will take a lady with me to the church if she will go with me which I have no doubt she will go.   Emmett[36] sends his love to all and says he is coming back to Putnam pretty soon if not before.

I will close by saying give my love to all inquiring friends and except a thimble full for yourself.

 

Your cousin

T.A. Clopton

 

 

General Terror

 

(The soup is filled) with white worms, half an inch long …

the soup was took weak to drown the rice worms and pea bugs,

which, however, came to their death by starvation.[37]

 

On April 12, 1861, South Carolina militiamen fired the first shot of the Civil War at Fort Sumpter and the War began.

                The total white population of Georgia according to the 1860 census was 591,550.  Approximately 130,000 Georgians served in the Confederate Army.  By the War’s end, 7,272 had lost their lives in battle, with an additional 3,702 soldiers dying of disease.

                Tommy joined Company K, 9th Regiment, Georgia Volunteers Infantry, “Americus Volunteer Rifles,” as a Private on June 11, 1861.  He was ill and wounded several times and spent many weeks in various hospitals throughout the War, the first at Moore Hospital in Danville, Virginia in December 1861[38].  As war progressed, the conditions at the hastily constructed sites worsened.

On May 25, 1864, Tommy was captured at Spottsylvania, Virginia, and taken to the Old Capitol Prison in Washington.  The British had burned the U. S. Capitol building during the War of 1812.  A building was hastily constructed until the destroyed edifice could be rebuilt.  Pressed into service once again during the Civil War, it was then a dilapidated and run down wreck[39].  But these accommodations were luxurious compared to Tommy’s final destination, the infamous Fort Delaware Prison[40].  Above all others, Fort Delaware was feared by the Confederate soldiers.  The prisoners called the commandant at the Delaware fort, Brig. Gen. Albin F. Schoeph, “General Terror.”

                Both the North and the South thought the War would be short.  The abuse of prisoners on both sides was caused as much by lack of planning as the mad men who slink from beneath rocks during times of war and visit their own personal version of Hell on their unfortunate captives.  Although both sides hurled accusations of abuse of prisoners through the war and for years after, Fort Delaware was deserving of its reputation as the most dreaded of the Federal prisons.  Fort Delaware, which was never intended as a prison, was built on Pea Patch Island in the Delaware River, and the winters were damp and cold.  By the time Tommy was imprisoned there on June 17, 1864, the Confederate soldiers arrived at the fort dressed in tattered uniforms, many lacking shoes, their food supply so meager, malnutrition was common.  With the war already taking its toll on their health, their frail bodies were further taxed by the dangerously overcrowded prison built on a marshy site.

 

 

 

Fort Delaware

 

 

Uninsulated shells, the frigid winds blowing across the icy river and poor ventilation trapping the summer heat, combined with the constant dampness, was the cause of much illness and death.  The prison was designed to hold no more than 2,000 men.  After the Battle of Gettysburg in July of 1863, there were never under 6,000 prisoners, not counting the guards, administrators and support staff.  Tommy was one of 98 prisoners received at the Fort during the month of June, 1864.  By the end of that month, the prison held 9, 272 prisoners, 686 listed as sick, 220 deaths[41], 10 escapes and two releases.[42]

                While the South eventually suffered terrible shortages of food and clothing, there was no excuse for the inadequate died fed the Fort Delaware inmates.  Scurvy accounted for a great number of deaths.  It was well known a diet of vegetables would prevent scurvy, and there was money to buy them, but medical inspections listed scurvy as the top killer at the Fort

 

 

The meat and bacon available to men on both sides was described in letters and journals as “rusty” and “slimy” – and the other fare was no better.  A Confederate declared that the soup at Fort Delaware came filled with “white worms, half an inch long.”  It was a standing joke, he wrote, “that the soup was too weak to drown the rice worms and pea bugs, which, however, came to their death by starvation.”  But to near-starving men, any fare would do:  “Ate it raw,” reads one entry in Private George Hegeman’s diary, presumably referring to his meat ration.  “Could not wait to cook it.”

                In the absence of adequate protein, prison rats were staple fare.  “We traped for Rats and the Prisoners Eat Every one they Could get,” wrote a soldier of the 4th Arkansas at Johnson’s Island.  “I taken a mess of Fried Rats.  They was all right to a hungry man, was like Fried squirrels.”[43]

 

 

Throughout the War there was in place a system of prisoner exchanges, however, on April 17, 1863, Lt. Gen. U. S. Grant rightly believed the exchanges only helped the Confederacy.  He wrote:  “Every man we hold, when released on parole or otherwise, becomes an active soldier against us … If a system of exchange liberates all prisoners taken, we will have to fight on until the whole South is exterminated.”[44]

In February 1865, exchanges of sick prisoners were resumed.  Tommy was exchanged at Fort Delaware on March 7, 1865.  In 1945, 80 years and half a world away, Tommy’s grand nephew, Rufus Terrell Clopton, was released from another prison following 40 months of captivity in the hands of the Japanese.[45]

 

 

All a Devil Could Wish and More

 

 

There is no God in war.  It is merciless, cruel,

vindictive, unChristian, savage, relentless.

It is all that devils could wish for.[46]

               

 

Brother William Henry Harrison Clopton[47] enlisted in Eatonton, Georgia, as a Private in Company B. 3rd Regiment, Georgia Volunteer Infantry, the “Putnam County Brown Rifles,” Wright’s Brigade Army of Northern Virginia, on June 1, 1861.[48]  Records reveal he was discharged in Portsmouth, Virginia, on August 10, 1861, because of illness, possibly hemorrhage of the lung.  He was at that time being paid $11.00 per month.  He returned to Putnam County to recuperate.  He was at home when his wife, Mattie,[49] gave birth to their first child, Harriet Isabel, in October 1861.

On March 17, 1862, Billy once again enlisted in Eatonton, this time as a Private in Company F of the 44th Georgia Infantry.  Recognizing the growing threat to Richmond, Virginia by McClellan’s troops, the Confederate leaders pulled together as many troops as possible to defend this city so important to the South.  Georgia could furnish only a single fighting body, and Billy was in it.  Lee’s total strength amounted to 86,000, about 20,000 short of McClellan’s in what became known as the Seven Days Campaign.

 

 

A Right Smart Fight

 

I saw several lying with all the meet off thar

bones.  They ware I think Yankeys.

               

 

Billy wrote his sister, Miss Lizzie, the following letter[50] on June 22, 1862.  It is of interest to note the spelling must have reflected his accent.

 

 

Dear Sister,

I received your most welcome letter today. I was very glad to hear from you.  I think you will excuse me when you know what hard times our regiment has seen.  We was ordered to Petersburg (Virginia) from Goldsboro and was stoped at Weldon three or fore days and went to Petersburg and staid five days then was ordered to Richmond and got thar the Sunday of the fight about ten o’clock.  We had to leave all our tents and everything at Petersburg. We started to the battlefield at twelve o’clock and held in reserve should they be reinforced.  We marched six miles part of the time in quick step, the warmest day I ever saw.  The perspiration nearly filled my shoes it was so warm.  We threw away our knapsacks and blankets.  The mud was half leg deep all the way there.  We had to march back five miles that night.

… an old field where we could get nothing to eat nor to make a fire.  We lived on one cracker to the man for three days.  Those that was hear and had thar camps and some of them to cook for them faired a heep better than we did.  We had to leave our Negroes in Petersburg.  I have got a boy with me to cook and wash for me—one of Mr. Lancaster’s—he let me bring him with me.

                Our regiment has seen harder times since we have been here than any other.  We have been on picket ever since we have been here.  That is every other day they put it on our regiment to advance the picket lines.  The other day we had to go through mud and warter wast-deep.  We came on Yankey pickets and had a right smart fight but we drove them back—killed several and took fifteen prisoners.  We lost in our regiment one killed and two wounded and two missing.  We drove them so near thare camps we could hear them talk and laugh.  We were attacked just at sundown by a second attact aded by regiment of infantry.  We fout them some time and our regiment give way a short ways, about fifty yards, what you may call a run but we rallied again—went back and held our position until ordered to fall back … balls fell as fast as rain but we were lying down in the woods and they over shot us but after pulling back we took to the lines again and still hold it.

                They tried to drive us from it the other evening—not our regiment but our pickets and the third regiment was called to thare support.  The fight did not last long.  The third got five men killed, three from Wilkerson Rifles and one from the Confederate Light Guards—very few wounded—we fout over the old battleground that our men fell back from the time of the fight.  I saw several lying with all the meet off thar bones.  They ware I think Yankeys.  We have picket fights every day.

                I have seen Dr. once since I have been here.  He looks well.  He is in camp next to our lines but a soldier can’t get a chance to go no whare but on duty.  Tommy[51] is in Richmond at Winder Hospital.  Our camps are in two miles of him and I have been trying to see him for the twenty days we have been here but can’t get off.  I would steel off and see him but the guards are around town.  Emmet[52] got to my camp a wile ago is in camp about a mile.  He looks very well.  He has a nice Captain John Cowls [?] has been sick at the same hospital that Tommy is at.  He ses Tommy look tolerable well, he ses he looks saller for want of  … I will keep trying to see him if I can.

                I have not hurd a word from home in a month.  I don’t know what Mat[53] is thinking of me.  I am uneasy since I commence this letter.  News has come that the Yankeys has drove our pickets in we expect an attack from one side or the other.  We are at a moments warning … [last page is missing].

 

 

God Our Vindicator

 

All night the moans of the dying and the

shrieks of the wounded reached our ears.

               

 

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Thursday, June 26, 1862, the first shot was fired in the Seven Days Campaign at Mechanicsville, Virginia.  Billy was stationed just outside the main area, at Ellerson’s Mill.  All records agree the day was hot, clear, and beautiful.  Major General Fitzjohn-Porter gave this account of the day’s events:

 

After passing Mechanicsville [the Confederates] were divided, a portion taking the road to the right to Ellerson’s Mill … apparently unaware, or regardless, of the great danger in their front, this force moved on with animation and confidence, as if going to parade, or engaging in a sham battle.  Suddenly, when half-way down the bank of the valley, our men opened up its rapid volleys of artillery and infantry, which strewed the road and hill-side with hundreds of dead and wounded [Confederates], and drove the main body of the survivors back in rapid flight to and beyond Mechanicsville.  So rapid was the fire upon the enemy’s huddled masses clambering back up the hill, that some of Reynolds’s ammunition was exhausted …

The [Union] forces directed against Ellerson’s Mill made little progress … [but the Union’s] flank fire soon arrested them and drove them to shelter, suffering even more disastrously than those who had attacked Reynolds.  Late in the afternoon [the Confederates] renewed the attack with spirit and energy, some reaching the borders of the stream, but only to be repulsed with terrible slaughter, which warned them not to attempt a renewal of the fight.  Little depressions in the ground shielded may from our fire until, when night came on, they all fell back beyond the range of our guns.  Night put an end to the contest.

The Confederates suffered severely.  All night the moans of the dying and the shrieks of the wounded reached our ears.

 

 

According to the official returns the total Union loss at Mechanicsville was 361.  The Confederates lost 1,350 that day, 335 deaths from the 44th Georgia alone.[54]  Five days later, after the Battle of Ellerson’s Mill, Billy had not returned to the back area.  His slave became distraught and began to search the battlefield.  Three days later he found Billy unconscious.[55]

 

 

 

William Henry Harrison Clopton

 

 

                Billy must have gone back to Eatonton to recuperate because his second child, William Thomas,[56] was born April 25, 1863.  There is no further record of his military service until April 13, 1863.  Records show he was admitted to Lynchburg (Virginia) Hospital with a complaint of “Vidmus Sclo,” still in Company F of the 44th Georgia Infantry.  Again, he went back to Eatonton but was conscripted back into the Putnam County Brown Rifles on November 26, 1863, so desperately did the South need fighting men.  But by December 13th, he was discharged for the last time thanks to his determined Commander Reuben B. Nisbet.

 

CERTIFICATE OF DISABILITY

FOR DISCHARGE in the case

Of

William H. Clopton

A private Co. B

3rd Ga. Reg’t of Infantry.

 

Respectfully Forwarded.

This soldier has been

Twice discharged from

Service and sent back

By the conscript Dept of

Georgia.  There has been

six or eight disab led

soldiers & five Idiots –

and not one able bodied

man forwarded by the

same office – all of which

I am compelled to send back.

Cannot this imposition

Upon the government be

Stopped.

               

 

                The United Daughters of the Confederacy bestowed the Southern Cross of Honor[57] on Billy for his loyal, devoted and honorable service to the South.  The medal is a Maltese Cross with a wreath of laurel surrounding the words Deo Vindice[58] 1861-1865 and the inscription, “Southern Cross of Honor,” on the face.  On the reverse side is a Confederate Battle Flag surrounded by a laurel wreath and the words, “United Daughters of the Confederacy to the UCV.”  The name “W. H. Clopton,” is engraved on the face pin.[59]

 

 

 

Personal Misery

 

                We have just begun to feel the war –

                I think the days the Yanks were here

                Were the most miserable I ever felt –

                I never want to witness another such sight[60]

 

 

Throughout the Civil War battles were waged with a vengeance about the heads of Virginians, with the exception of a few skirmishes, Georgia would not feel the full brunt of the carnage until 1864.[61]  The final months brought particular pain to Putnam County.  With Atlanta to the west, Milledgeville to the south, and Savannah to the east, the people of Putnam didn’t have a chance.  General William T. Sherman was determined to cut off the supplies to the Confederate armies which continued to flow unabated from Savannah and to destroy the morale of the civilians while he was at it.  Europe was appalled.  Civilized people simply didn’t wage war on women and children.

                Putnam and Baldwin counties suffered terribly with the entire left wing of more than 27,000 soldiers cutting a path of destruction and visiting terror upon a population made up almost entirely of children, women, seriously injured young men, and the elderly.

 

 

If the march had its rigors, mainly proceeding from the great distance to be covered and the occasional hard work of bridging creeks and corduroy roads, it also had its attendant compensations derived from the fatness of the land and the skylark attitude of the men fanned our across it in two columns, foraging along a front that varied from thirty to sixty miles in width.  “This is probably the most gigantic pleasure excursion even planned,” one of Howard’s veterans declared after swinging eastward on the second day out of Atlanta.  “It already beats everything I ever saw soldiering, and promises to prove much richer yet.”…

[Riding with Slocum] Sherman pulled off on the side of the road to review the passing troops and found them unneglectful of such opportunities as had come their way.  Once marcher who drew his attention had a ham slung from his rifle, a jug of molasses cradled under one arm, and a big piece of honeycomb clutched in the other hand, from which he was eating as he slogged along.  Catching the general’s eye, he quoted him sotto voce to a comrade as they swung past:  “Forage liberally on the country.”[62]

           

           

            Miss Lizzie was living in father’s house on Murder Creek, when the Yankees came to call.  Her husband was serving in the Confederate Army, of course, and, except for some slaves, she was alone.  This was not the first times Yankees had paid a visit to the Cloptons.  On July 31, 1864, the brigades of Colonel Silas Adams and Colonel Horace Capron marched towards Eatonton, and at Murder Creek, the two brigades separated.[63]  The Rev.