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![<b>Written by a soldier who was captured at Spotsylvania and confined in Point Lookout Prison where he died as a P.O.W.
The aftermath of the battle of Fredericksburg!</b>
2 pages, 5 7/8 x 8 7/8, in pencil, written by Pleasant Ritchey, to his wife.
<b><u>Camp Near Fredericksburg, Dec. 19, 1862</b></u>
Dear Wife,
I take the present opportunity of writing you a few lines to in[form] you that I am well and hope when these few lines come to hand they may find you all well and doing well. We have had a fight at Fredericksburg, but we was not in the fight, but we was in a line of battle for four days and two nights. Last Monday I was on picket at the battlefield in 2 hundred yards of the Yankees all day. We was relieved and that night we work[ed] all night at the railroad throwing up breastworks. We had nothing but our bayonets and hands to work with. Next morning there was not a Yankee to be seen on the field but the dead. They all had left and gone over the river. [he is referring to the Rappahannock River]. The pickets advanced and found some 80 or 90 prisoners. We had 1 man killed in our Regt. and four wounded by shells. I was on the battlefield Monday evening in a hundred yards of the Yankees. I got 8 canteens, 1 blanket, and 1 good oil cloth. I have been offered 7 dollars for it, but I won’t sell it at no price. My blanket is number 1. It’s worth 10 dollars. I got 1 knife and fork. They are nice ones. I am going to send them home the first chance that I get. I have got one Yankee haversack and canteen I am going to keep, and blanket and oil cloth. These I will not sell. The canteens I gave [to] the rest to the boys. I recd. a letter from Cousin David Kindall stating that you had heard that I was dead, but thank God I am yet alive, and in the land of the living. We have hard times here for some time. If Ivy is there send me them things when he comes back. We are in the same Division. You must do the best you can. I have heard of Henderson Roger. He is in Gordonsville, in fact he had got to High Point in North Carolina and was taken up there. We are looking for them to come in soon. I must come to [a] close by asking you to write soon and give me all the news.
Your true husband,
P. Ritchey
Send me some ink if you can for we can’t get none here.
Light age toning and wear. Very fine. Nice Confederate letter written only 6 days after the battle of Fredericksburg, Va.
Pleasant Ritchey, was a 31 year old farmer, from Stanly County, North Carolina, when he enlisted on August 8, 1862, as a private, and was mustered into Co. F, 5th North Carolina Infantry. He was wounded in action on October 11, 1863, at Brandy Station, Va., was hospitalized, and returned to active duty on December 28, 1863. He was captured on May 12, 1864, in the battle of Spotsylvania, Va., and confined at Point Lookout, Md. prison where he died in captivity on July 8, 1864.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/cl469a.jpg)
![<b>Written by a soldier captured in 1864 who would be confined at Andersonville Prison and die as a prisoner of war!</b>
4 pages, 5 x 8, in ink, written by Nathaniel Batchelder.
<b><u>Fort Totten, D.C., Aug. 14, 1863</b></u>
Dear Sister,
As I had time to write you a letter I thought I would improve it this afternoon. I was on guard yesterday and I shall not have to work this afternoon. Our Co. worked till 12 o’clock this forenoon and we shall not have to send any detail this afternoon. It is pretty warm here now days. The thermometer averages 100 every day. That is ten hotter than you wrote about. We have had it up to 105 in the shade some days. We do not have to work the middle of the days. I received two letters from you day before yesterday, one of the 1st inst., and one the 9th, and one a few days before of the 4[th] date, and I have not had time to write till today. There is considerable talk just now about the draft. I expect we shall get the names of the drafts in the next Calidonian that generally gets along Sabbath day. I am in hopes to see all the boys that are liable to draft, those and all the Copperheads there in town. I suppose Lou is trembling about these times, but I guess life will let him pay the $300 and stay at home. [this is in reference to paying $300 to hire a substitute to serve in your place]. I do not expect we shall get any conscripts in our Regt. for there will not be enough to fill up the other Regts. I was in hopes to have some so we could have some sport with them. We have got some new muskets now. We got some new Springfield rifled muskets. They are the best guns in the service. We had some miserable things before, they were some old Austrian muskets that our folks took at Charleston harbor trying to run the blockade. They are a great deal heavier than the Springfield guns. The War Department sent the Enfield muskets first, and the Col. would not take them, and they brought the Springfield’s and took them [Enfield’s] away. We have got a bully Col., and a rough old Lieut. Col., but he is good to the boys. He tells the boys to milk the cows that come on to the parade ground. He [is] commander of Fort Stevens. The boys got a notion of stealing chickens and other things. He told them that was all right enough if they did not let him catch him at it. He used to help them eat them. He will go out and play with the boys. Last Christmas he ran a race for the treat with the commissioned officers of his Post. He ran a few rods and then squatted right down and laughed as loud as he could, and then went to the tavern and paid the treat. It is quite warm this evening. It was so and the flies bothered. I could not write in the day time. I got two likenesses in one frame. I should think Lizzie was mad about something the way she looked, but they looked natural. I will get mine taken some time if there is a chance to get a good one, and send it home, and I am in hopes I shall fetch the old original picture this winter. I do not know as you will know the old speckled face if I get them spots covered up with a good heavy crop of whiskers. I do not weigh so much as I did when I came away from home. The last time I was weighed, I weighed 125 pounds. After I had worked all the forenoon, and had not ate any dinner, so you can judge there is no chance to fat up some, but anyone feels better to be lean here in hot weather than to be fat. I expect I shall fat up now. We are going to have whiskey rations. If it is good whiskey it may do some good. Our water is not as good as the water that springs out from under them green hills in old Vermont. I wish some of these hot days that I could get hold of some of that water that comes out from under Harvey’s Mountain over beyond Jerry Abbot’s place. When we go out on patrols we go by a Mr. Blair’s, Post Master General’s father, and there is a first rate spring. They always give the boys something to eat. Fort Stevens boys of our Regt. picket close by there, and they always send them out something to eat. They are Union folks right up to the handle. My sheet is most full and I must stop. I had just got into a vein of news to write, but I must stop. Write soon and tell May to write and I will answer.
N. Batchelder
Neatly written letter with typical misspelling. Very fine.
Nathaniel Batchelder, was a resident of Ryegate, Vermont, when he enlisted on August 1, 1862, as a private, and mustered into Co. A, 1st Vermont Heavy Artillery. He was captured on June 23, 1864, at the Weldon Railroad, Va., and confined in Andersonville Prison. He died on October 27, 1864 at Millen, Ga.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/ul1705a.jpg)
![<b>Written by a soldier who was convalescing in a Richmond, Va. hospital after being wounded at Brandy Station
He was later captured at Spotsylvania and confined in Point Lookout Prison where he died as a P.O.W.</b>
4 pages, 4 1/2 x 7 1/2, in ink, written by Pleasant Ritchey, to his wife.
<b><u>Richmond, Va., Nov. the 30, 1863, General Hospital No. 24</b></u>
Dear Companion,
I seat myself this beautiful morning in order to drop you a few lines to inform you that I am well except [a] bad cold, and I hope when these few lines come to hand they may find you and the children well. I recd. your kind letter yesterday morning and was very glad to hear from you one time more, and that you was in the land among the living yet, but I was sorry to hear that your teeth and jaw pestered you so much. I wrote a few lines, I don’t know if you can read or not, I just wrote I was well and have put 35 dollars in the letter. The letter was to be mailed at Salisbury. I sent the letter by Mr. Wotesmon. He is county clerk in Salisbury. He said he expected to leave here for Salisbury this evening and he would mail it as soon as he got home. He did not stay here but a few minutes, and I had no time to write. He was afraid to stay here long on account of the small pox. He said he was not afraid of it for his own part, but he did not want to go about it on account of his offices. The people would not like it. I have sent this morning for some stamps. They will be here [in] time enough to be put in this letter. There has been six cases of the small pox sent off from here last week or so. They was sent out of the ward above. I have no news particulars, only that they had a small fight they say on [the] Rapidan last Friday, and both sides is in line of battle now, so said the newspapers. They are expecting a big fight soon. I want you to tell them folks that say they don’t want us to runaway that it don’t look like they want us to stay in the army. If they did they would treat the poor women and children who have nobody to take care of them. Some people don’t think what their family could come to before they die. If they did they would not do as they do. I hope that God will not let so much meanness always be carried on. I would not give that little hope of heaven which I have for all the world’s goods. If I don’t get the chance of seeing you any more on earth, I want you to raise your children right so that we may meet in heaven where there are no foes. I hope through the mercy of God to get through this war safe. He is able to shield me from all harm. David Shaver is mending some, but very slow. If you get that money I want you to use it as you need for anything for I don’t believe it will be good much longer for I think we are just about played out sure. [this is a reference made by Ritchey that Confederate money may not be good for much longer]. I would like for you to buy as much corn as possible to keep your stock up. I want to know what condition your father[’s] are keeping. If you have to give anything I want you to keep him paid up as near as possible, that is if you have the money to spare. You wrote you wanted me to send you an envelope back to myself. I will send you the one that came from you. It is a good one and will do again. [With paper, envelopes, etc. becoming more scarce in the South as the war continued, using an envelope multiple times by turning it inside out and reusing it became a practice in the Confederacy. These envelopes were known as "turned covers."]. Write as soon as you get this letter and let me know if you have got that money or not. I think if no bad luck, it will get there. Direct your letters as before. I don’t know how soon the Dr. will send me to my Regt., but if I do leave they will send it to me. You will find 1 dollar in stamps in this letter. You wrote you wanted me to keep something to myself. I can’t help but give a little. No more at present. Only wish to be remembered until death. Tell Father that I want to know if Sam Christian is elected and if he is, want him to try and get me a detail for I am not able to stand field duty on account of my legs.
Your husband,
P. Ritchey
Included with this letter is an undated note written by Ritchey. It reads as follows: I sent by John 1 dollar’s worth of stamps. I want to know if you get them or not. I gave him the money to get them. He was to send them by mail. Jacob, he is well. I saw him last this evening and he said he saw Marvel today and he came out safe and sound. You must excuse for not writing more. I have wrote two or three lately. I am just about on the lift, so no more.
Yours,
P. Ritchey
Very fine.
Pleasant Ritchey, was a 31 year old farmer, from Stanly County, North Carolina, when he enlisted on August 8, 1862, as a private, and was mustered into Co. F, 5th North Carolina Infantry. He was wounded in action on October 11, 1863, at Brandy Station, Va., was hospitalized, and returned to active duty on December 28, 1863. He was captured on May 12, 1864, in the battle of Spotsylvania, Va., and confined at Point Lookout, Md. prison where he died in captivity on July 8, 1864.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/cl468a.jpg)
![4 pages, 7 3/4 x 9 3/4, in ink, written by Joseph W. Richardson, to his brother. Comes with the original cover addressed to Franklin T.E. Richardson, Old Point Comfort Post Office, Va., with C.D.S. Port Royal, S.C., with 3 cents rose, George Washington postage stamp [#56].
<b><u>Hilton Head, July 8, 1862</b></u>
My Dear Brother Frank,
I have received a number of letters and papers from you during the past two months, but according to the best of my recollection not a word have I vouchsafed in reply. There has been good and sufficient reasons for my silence. Part and most of the time I could not get time nor materials, or was unable to get time to write to more than my wife, whom you will allow. I always take much pleasure in writing to and receiving letters from my brothers and sisters, that’s certain. We have been absent from this miserable hole 42 days, and had it been months I should have been better pleased. During that time we experienced all the realities and hardships of war. I have become thoroughly acquainted with the lights and shadows of a battlefield, and I tell you I had rather be at home eating some of mother’s good baked beans than "counted in for a fight." I do not think I am a coward because I went willingly into enemy danger, but the horrors which one meets at every turn of a hard fought field are too much for me to view with indifference, rough as I sometimes seem, then there is, unless a person is busily engaged with the enemy, when all feeling but the brute vanishes, a feeling of apprehension or anxiety which depresses me, and I presume others, a fear that the enemy may out maneuver us in some place where we expect to strike them a hard blow, and not the least troubles are the shot and bombs that fall and burst around you while standing inactive at your post, but I suppose an old soldier who had passed through such scenes a number of times would not mind it in the least. The first skirmish I went into I had excitement enough after the first shot to take up my attention, and as only one of our number received a slight wound, I felt in good spirits, but the big fight was another thing. I answer it, is all over, and when I come home I can tell you all about it. You have probably read all about the fight in the newspapers before this. I honestly think that if we had been commanded by some generals we should now be in Charleston instead of here! But there is no use in repining. There is some show of our coming up to Fortress Monroe to join Mac’s army [he is referring to General George B. McClellan] or to Annapolis. I hope we shall leave this nest of fleas for some other part of the world before long. I never got into a place I detested so much. My health was tip top while I was away from here, but I am beginning to get sick again. There is something here that does not agree with me. I suppose you have a chance to see a great deal of military activity in your vicinity. I am glad that you like your situation so well. It will be the means of making an entrance into business life for you, and I know you have the capacity to profit by it. I am passing the best days of my life for $13 per month. If I had been fairly dealth with I should have a commission now.
Skip over to July 15:
There has been two mails in since this but I have received nothing. I see by the papers that our army has met with a terrible blow on account of not having enough men. Somebody is guilty of a great sin in not citing McClellan have the troops he wanted. However it will cause our folks to stir round and attend to business. The Rebels will take heart and whip us if we are not more attentive to our own interests. I don’t see but what the 3 years will be taken up in fighting unless the Rebels are whipped soon. It makes me gloomy to look ahead. The weather here is extremely hot and we do our work and drill in the early morning. I do not get a letter from Martin once a month. I should like to hear from him more often. Is it very hot where you are? What is the chances for you to get an increase of pay and a better position where you are at work? I should think you would stand a good sight if there was any promotions. I suppose now that we shall stay here all summer unless we are wanted up North. Let us hope that the Rebels will catch their deserts soon and that the war will end. Please send me as many papers as you can get through the mail for there is a scarcity of reading matters here. Accept my love and write soon, and I remain your affectionate brother.
Joseph W. Richardson
Very well written letter. Excellent content.
Joseph W. Richardson, was a 28 year old printer from Boston, when he enlisted on April 20, 1861, as a private, and was mustered into the 1st Massachusetts Light Artillery, a 90 days regiment. He was mustered out on Aug. 2, 1861, at Camp Clare, Baltimore, Md. On Oct. 8, 1861, he was mustered into the 1st Massachusetts Cavalry, as a corporal. He was captured on June 17, 1863, at Aldie, Va., and returned to his regiment on Aug. 18, 1863. He was discharged on Feb. 29, 1864. He later served in the 4th Massachusetts Light Artillery, and was discharged on July 25, 1865, at Camp Bailey, Md.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/ul1704a.jpg)
![<b>Autographed document signed by a captain killed in the Peach Orchard, during the battle of Gettysburg!</b>
7 3/4 x 4 1/4, in ink.
Rec.[eived] from officer Marsh, private Charles Keith, Co. F, 4 Reg. Excel.[sior] Brigade, a deserter.
N.Y., Jany. 10/63.
Eugene C. Shine
Capt. Co. F
4th Regt. Ex.[celsior] Brig.[ade]
Light age toning and wear. Small stain at lower right edge. Very fine. Very desirable A.D.S. from a New York officer killed in action at Gettysburg!
Eugene C. Shine, was 29 years old when he enlisted at New York City, on May 5, 1861, as a 2nd lieutenant, and was commissioned into Co. K, 73rd New York Infantry. This regiment was also known as the 4th Regiment of the Excelsior Brigade, and the 2nd Fire Zouaves, because many of the men were members of the New York City Fire Department. Shine served in Engine Company 31. He was promoted to 1st lieutenant, September 1, 1861, and was transferred to Co. F; and was promoted to captain, September 1, 1862.
During Barksdale charge, in the Peach Orchard, at Gettysburg, on July 2, 1863, the 73rd New York Infantry suffered tremendous casualties; 162 out of the 324 men present for duty, including 51 killed, among them Captain Shine.
In "Gettysburg, The Second Day," Harry Pfanz gives a brilliant description of the experience of the 73rd New York during the very intense fighting in the Peach Orchard.
"The Zouaves of the Seventy-third New York witnessed the Confederate assault from their thin line a hundred yards in the rear of the 114th Pennsylvania. It was a spectacle. There were the yelling, smoke stained Confederates; mounted officers and couriers dashing about. Zouaves in their exotic uniforms fleeing, fighting, dying, whistling shells, and zipping minie balls. The Sherfy barn in their front was full of holes, and a shell hit a rail pile and sent the rails flying like toothpicks. The noise was so loud that it drowned out officer's shouted commands even at a distance of only twenty paces.
As soon as the 114th cleared its front, the Seventy-third poured a volley into the incoming Mississippians, dropping many of them among the fallen of the 114th. Both sides blazed away at short range, polluting the air with noise, lead, and acrid smoke. The Seventy-third's color sergeant fell; the next man to hold the flag was struck in the arm by a minie ball; and then a third man grasped the staff and held the banner high. Major Michael W. Burns rode behind the Seventy-third's line, conspicuous on his gray horse. Captain Frank E. Moran of Company H was told that the regiment was about to charge, and the men cheered the news, but no charge was made. It was too late. The Mississippians were already among the Wentz buildings on their left, and the Federal troops in the Peach Orchard were falling back."](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/ud1956a.jpg)
![<b>War Date Autograph Letter Signed
Glowing recommendation of Major J.B. Cook, 3rd U.S. Colored Cavalry, for leading the charge on Big Black River Bridge, described by General Canby as "one of the most daring and heroic acts of the war!"</b>
7 3/4 x 10, in ink, on imprinted letter sheet.
Acting Assistant Quartermaster's Office
Memphis, Tenn.
Jan. 9th, 1865
Hd. Qrs. Mil.[itary] Div.[ision] West Miss.
N.O., La., Dec. 9, 1864
General Orders
No. 81
Subject to the approval of the President of the U.S., Major J.B. Cook, 3d U.S. Col.[ored] Cav.[alry], is hereby promoted to the Lt. Colonelcy of that Regiment, to date from the 27th of Nov. 1864, in consideration of the gallantry displayed by him on that day, when his men dismounted, and having nothing but Railroad ties for a path, he charged over the Big Black Bridge (near Canton, Miss.) in the face of a heavy fire, drove off the Rebels’ forces stationed on the opposite shore behind a strong stockade, and destroyed the bridge by which the main line of the Rebel General "Hood’s" communications with his depots in South Mississippi and Alabama were effectually cut off. The Major General, commanding the Department of Mississippi, styles this affair as one of the most daring and heroic acts of the war.
By order of Maj. Genl. E.R.S. Canby
C.T. Christensen
Lt. Col. Asst. Adjt. Genl.
Light age toning and wear. Very fine. Outstanding content. Very desirable U.S. Colored Cavalry, Civil War dated document. Scarce.
<u>Christian T. Christensen</u>: (1832-1905) Enlisted at the age of 29, at New York City, on April 24, 1861, as a 1st lieutenant, and was commissioned into Co. I, 1st New York Infantry. He was promored to captain, November 5, 1861, and discharged for promotion on September 13, 1862, and commissioned major, U.S. Volunteers Aide-de-Camp. He was discharged for promotion on May 11, 1864, and was commissioned lieutenant colonel & assistant adjutant general. Promoted to brevet brigadier general, March 13, 1865.
<u>Jeremiah B. Cook</u>: (1834-?) He was a 27 year old resident of Delavan, Illinois, when he enlisted as a corporal, on August 1, 1862, and was mustered into Co. H, 4th Illinois Cavalry. He was promoted to 2nd lieutenant, December 3, 1862, and was discharged for promotion, October 20, 1863. Commissioned major, 3rd U.S. Colored Cavalry, October 10, 1863. Promoted to lieutenant colonel, 3rd U.S. Colored Cavalry, November 27, 1864. Mustered out of the Union army, January 26, 1866. After the war he served as the mayor of Chetopa, Kansas.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/auto3456a.jpg)
![<b>Wounded and captured at Gettysburg!
Autographed note signed regarding the service record of a fellow soldier in his company who was wounded during the Pickett/Pettigrew Charge at Gettysburg!</b>
5 3/4 x 9 1/4, in ink, on imprinted letter sheet.
J.A. Bush, J.[ustice] P.[eace]
Office in Court House
Lenoir, N.C., August 8th, 1917
I do hereby certify that A.S. Caison was a member of Company I, 26th Regt. N.C. Vols., from March 15th, 1862, until the surrender at Appomattox, Va., 1865, and was a good soldier.
J.A. Bush, Sr.
2nd Lieut. Co. I, 26 Regt.
N.C. Volunteers
Light age toning and wear. Small hole repaired at center.
The author of this note was Jacob A. Bush. He was a 19 year old resident of Caldwell County, N.C., when he enlisted at Camp Vance, as a private, on November 30, 1861, and was mustered into Co. I, 26th North Carolina Infantry. He was promoted to corporal, April 15, 1862; 1st sergeant, September 15, 1862; 2nd lieutenant, May 10, 1864; and surrendered at Appomattox Court House, Va., on April 9, 1865. Bush was wounded in action on July 1, 1863, in the battle of Gettysburg, Pa., and was captured and shipped to the hospital at David's Island, New York Harbor. After being paroled, he was wounded for a second time during the war, this coming on August 25, 1864, at Reams' Station, Va., where he was shot in the right thigh.
The soldier who Lieutenant Bush wrote this note about was Albert S. Caison, a fellow member of Co. I, 26th North Carolina Infantry, one of the hardest fighting regiments in the Confederate Army. Caison, was a 20 year old farmer from Lenoir, N.C., when he enlisted on March 15, 1862, in Caldwell County, N.C., as a private. He was wounded in action, and captured, on July 3, 1863, during the Pickett/Pettigrew Charge in the battle of Gettysburg, Pa. He was initially confined on July 5, 1863, as a prisoner of war at Fort Delaware. He was then transferred to Point Lookout, Md., on October 15, 1863, remaining there until being paroled on February 18, 1865. He was then transferred to Boulware's Wharf, Va., for exchange on February 20, 1865. While Sherman's campaign in North Carolina raged on, Caison was captured at his home in Lenoir, N.C., on April 15, 1865, and he was sent to Louisville, Ky., for confinement. On May 4, 1865, he was transferred to Camp Chase, Ohio, where he remained a prisoner until June 13, 1865, when he took the oath of allegiance to the United States government.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/auto3455a.jpg)
![<b>Written by a soldier mortally wounded in the Antietam campaign!
Includes letter, document and postal cover</b>
3 pages, 5 x 8, in ink, written on a beautiful full color patriotic letter sheet with vignette of New York City harbor scene, and railway train, village and American flags. There is a verse below which reads: Empire State Soldier Motto: We live for the Union. We die for the Union. We will uphold the Union. Imprint of Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St., N.Y. Comes with the original postally used envelope [with faint Emprire State imprint and vignette] addressed to Miss Eliza Aubin, Victory Mills, Saratoga Co., New York, with 3 cents rose George Washington postage stamp [#56], with partial C.D.S., Washington, Nov. 19.
<b><u>Camp Keyes, Upton’s Hill, Va., Nov. 18/61</b></u>
Dear Sister,
I take the present opportunity of writing a few lines to you to inform you of my health which [is] very good at present, and I hope that the arrival of this letter will find you in the condition. I received a letter from sister Matilda last week which she said you had written two letters to me, and did not put on the number of the regiment, so I did not get them. Eliza you must always put on the number of the regiment or if you don’t I can not get the letters. I answer[ed] the last letter I got from you and this is an extra one. Tilda said you went to the Falls and tried to get that money of Nelson, and she said you could not get it, so I sent her an order to give to you and then you could get the money. I will also send you an order in this letter so if Tilda don’t get her letter you will have this one. I received a letter from Nelson Gerard a week ago last Friday which I answer[ed] this morning, and I told him to pay that money to Father or you or Matilda. I told him it did not make any difference for it is all the family. I will also send an order to Father so he can get it. Eliza I think I will send Father some money next week, but I don’t know how much I have. No more to say so good by. Give my love to all. I remain your brother for life.
Frank Aubin
Write soon.
Found inside of this letter was the order for the money that Frank wrote about to Eliza. It is written in ink, on a separate 5 1/4 x 5 1/4 slip of paper. It reads as follows:
Headquarters 22 Regt N.Y.V.
Camp Keyes, Upton’s Hill, Va.
Nov. 18, 1861
Mr. Gerard, Dear Sir,
You will please pay the thirty dollars I sent you to Eliza Aubin and oblige me.
Frank Aubin
Excellent condition, and a very desirable patriotic letter sheet.
Francis [Frank] Aubin was 21 years old when he enlisted at Glen Falls, N.Y., as a private, on May 7, 1861. He was mortally wounded on September 14, 1862, in the battle of South Mountain, Md., during the Antietam campaign. He died from his wounds the next day.](http://www.tias.com/stores/war/thumbs/ul1703a.jpg)
