1862-63: Oramel Gates Daniels to Mattie Carpenter

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Oramel Gates Daniels

These three letters were written by Oramel Gates Daniels (1832-1915), the son of Horace Daniels (1799-1857) and Sally Bacon (1803-1878) of Westfield, Medina county, Ohio. He was married in 1854 to Clarissa (“Clara”) B. Farnum (1836-1896). He enlisted as a sergeant in Co. K, 8th OVI and served for three months in the original regiment. When the regiment was reorganized as a three-year unit, he enlisted again as a sergeant, was promoted rapidly to quartermaster sergeant. and by October 1862, he was a Second Lieutenant in Co. K. By March 1864, he was a First Lieutenant in Co. I and later transferred to Co. D. He was discharged form the 8th OVI in July 1864.

The 8th OVI was one of the war’s hard fighting regiments. At Gettysburg, they had an advanced position for twenty-four hours in and beyond the Emmitsburg Road starting on July 2nd. They took part in the fighting around the Bliss Barn that day and the next day found themselves in the middle of the artillery duel that led up to Pickett’s charge. When the Confederate infantry advanced, they drove off the troops directly opposed to them and then changed front to fire in Brockenbrough’s Virginia Brigade, materially aiding the repulse of the assault, taking numerous prisoners and three battle flags. Daniels’ third letter records the praise received by their brigade commander, Gen. Alexander Hayes, as they returned to the Union lines.

[Note: These three letters are from the private collection of Jim Doncaster and are published by express consent. The header image is a drawing of Gen. Hayes and his staff dragging the captured Rebel flags on the ground after the failed Confederate assault on the Union line 3 July 1863 at Gettysburg.]


Headquarters Quartermaster Department
8th Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI)
Harrisons Landing, James River, Va.
July 20th 1862

Kind friend Mattie,

I have a few moments this fine Sabbath morning to devote to scolding you so prepare for the worst. I am clear out of patience with most of my correspondents. I don’t get any letters now-a-days from hardly anyone. What the reason is, I don’t know unless they don’t write to me. I don’t know as my letters are of enough interest to pay. If they are not, then I am to blame—not them. The reason why I write at this time I have at last joined the Army of McClellan and I find many of the Pennsylvania troops here & among them some Lancers, so I thought I would write & find out what company David Cary had joined—if you knew. I may find him in my rambles round the camps. I found a cousin in one of the Michigan Regiments that I have not seen in 17 years before. He had a brother in the 2nd Michigan that was wounded at Fair Oaks. Now if you give me any information in regard to D. C. Please do so & oblige.

Have you heard from Charles lately & where & how is he & what was the trouble with Henry Sherman? I hear some reports about him that is not very pleasant to hear. Please tell me all about them & oblige my curiosity. Also tell me all about all the folks around there. Have you seen Mr. Ladd’s people lately & if so, how are they? Can’t you & they call round on Mrs. Daniels some afternoon & bring her down to camp? I will show you all round camp & give you an introduction to our little Gen. George B. McClellan. What do you say, Matt? Will you come? Bring along your knitting work & stay all the afternoon & bring your music box. I am tired of this martial music & I think a change would be pleasant. I have been living in hopes that I should get home this summer but the chance looks slim now, I assure you, at this time. But still I do not despair of seeing my family & friends once more things look dark at this present time but I look for brighter days for us all soon. I may be mistaken but I hope for the best. Hope on hope ever is my motto.

My health is very good as yet but I do not feel as well as I did while in the Shenandoah Valley. It was much healthier there than here—better water & better everything. But we are now coming down to the stern realities of war. The romance is all played out for me but I am willing and ready to do my duty.

Well Matt, I will describe our home and our living and then close. 1stly, our home consists of a large piece of tent cloth called a tent fly stretched over a center pole & pinned to the ground on 2 sides, then an arbor on one side 10-12 feet square. I have a bunk in one corner, then 2 of the boys have another bunk in another corner, and Bob—our Commissary Sergeant—is going to put up him one at the end of mine. Then our beds will all be fixed. There is 5 of us in the Department. One of the boys cooks for all of us. He is from Bucyrus, Crawford county, Ohio. We have a grand old time here sometimes, I assure you. We buy a great many of our rations. We have potatoes, onions, dried apples, rice, coffee, tea, sugar, bread, corn meal, beef, and pork. Also fresh beef quite often. We live quite well in our mess. All feel well when we are well.

Well I had nothing to write when I commenced & you will say I have wrote nothing. I should be pleased to hear from you at any & all times. Direct to O. G. Daniels, Q. M. Sergt., 8th OVI, Washington D. C., [Nathan] Kimball’s Brigade, and it will come all right. Continue to direct in this way until you hear differently from me and now with best wishes to you and yours, I remain as ever your true friend, — O. G. Daniels


Quartermaster Office
8th Ohio Vol. Infantry
Camp near Falmouth, Va.
February 8, 1863

Kind Friend Mattie,

I am astonished or rather was this eve about ½ 9 o’clock by receiving a letter from you.

I had supposed you had forgotten me altogether & had erased my name from your list of friends & correspondents but I find I am disappointed & to me it is the most agreeable one I have had in some time with only one exception and here I may as well tell you what it is. Now listen.

A paper which gives me the privilege of going to Westfield, Medina county, Ohio for 15 days & while you are reading this I hope to be with my wife & boy. Six days ago I had not the least expectations of going home and when the Colonel handed me my papers. I think there was one man disappointed I am the first one to leave which I propose doing as early as five (5) o’clock tomorrow morning. Wish I could call at Galena but as that will be out of the question. Cannot you come up to Medina and make that visit while I am there will meet you at Wooster any day you will be there.

I will not try to answer this letter this eve but will write you while at home unless you will come up & see us at Westfield. It will do you good to come. I must close this for this time. You will excuse this short note for I have no time to answer. It came so late & my cotton house is getting cold. With the best wishes to all of your folks. I remain as I ever hope to your true friend, — O. G. Daniels, QM Sergt. 8th OVI

Aquia Creek
February 9th 1863

Friend M,

I am stalled at this place on account of there being no transportation to Washington. Hope to leave here either this eve or early in the morning. I wish you could see the sights I have seen this morning. You would wish this war was over more than ever. You ask about patriotism. My own is all gone & I don’t wonder at yours playing out. You say rightly in regard to our leaders. Our Army of the West and Southwest is the only one that is doing anything. This army never has done anything yet—at least it seems so to me.

Ha. Ha. There goes a barrel of apples someone was rolling along & the head bust out and the crowd pitched in & got the whole of them in 2 minutes.

Such is war and I will close. Will write you from home else on my return & I shall hold you to your promise. If you fail me again, I don’t know as I shall forgive you as easily as I did this time.

As ever I am your friend, — O. G.


Camp of the 8th OVI
Warrenton Junction, Va.
July 27, 1863

Kind friend Mattie,

Again I am seated to bother you with one of my poor letters in return for your kind favor of July 12th which came safe to hand this eve & found me ready to receive it as usual. We arrived here last eve tired out & hungry as bears & have been resting here all day & here we received the first mail for 10 days. I only received 8 letters and this is the 3rd one to be answered. Clara comes first always you know & you generally 2nd but a sister came to take your place tonight in the list of my correspondents. I am really glad to be remembered by you and your folks as I am. Tell your Mother I would like very much to have a chat with her and all of you & I hope yet to have that privilege for I do think this war must end soon from all appearances. It cannot last over 10 months as I can see.

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Gen. Alexander Hayes

You say that you read of the 2nd Corps being hotly engaged. They were indeed. I never saw anything nor ever read of anything like it in my life. The 8th Ohio received the praise of the corps commander on the field as we were retiring from the line where we stood our ground for over 24 hours. We had run out of ammunition & went off to get more when Gen. [Alexander] Hayes & staff met us. Our [Lt.] Colonel [Franklin Sawyer] had one of our colors in his hand & 2 of the Rebel colors in the other dragging the Rebel colors in the dust. He [Hayes] took off his hat and thanked us, at the same time saying you done all & more than could be expected of you. You can go back and rest. You have done enough, my brave boys. I must confess, Matt, that even then I felt proud to know that I belonged to the 8th Ohio Regt. Was I wrong?

You speak of my preferring to have some other member of the family answer some of the letters. I have asked all or any of them to write me at any and all times for I suppose you must be bored to death with my letters & I am selfish enough to ask you to answer or wrote me often and I shall still continue to ask you to keep me informed of things in your part of the country & how you are & you folks. I hope to hear from Charles soon and I shall write to him then. I wish Corwin would write to me when you write. He can write as well as I can, I am sure, & you can make out what I mean, can’t you? [Even] if you can’t read the whole of it. I never make any apologies about my writing for I never think of it until it is too late. So here goes.

I hope you won’t sell out, I do, for I should not dare to make a call on you in the city hardly, should I? Oh yes, I would for I would be a soldier & a soldier is a privileged person—especially an old veteran like me, you know.

I received a letter from my brother Frederick dated July 6th at Vicksburg in which he states he was there safe and sound. I hope Charles and him will meet each other before long. They both are on the look out for each other. I have several friends down there in that Army and I wish sometimes that I was there. I have not heard from D. E. W. [David E. Welch] for some time. His brother [James Cornelius Welch] who was in this regiment [Co. H], was wounded mortally in the Battle of Gettysburg & has since died [at the 3rd Division, 2nd Corps Hospital]. I wrote to him a few days ago. He thought a great deal of his brother James. It will be sad news for him. He was a noble boy—a braver one never lived. I thought as much of him as a brother. I suppose D. E. has had a hard time of it. I have not heard any of the particulars of it. Please tell me of it and oblige.

I hope you had a pleasant visit at Mr. Starks. I hope that those reptiles turned Copperheads will go blind next month. It will be a God send to them in the end, I think, don’t you?

Well my sheet is full and I am tired & sleepy so I will close hoping to hear from you again soon. Oh, I must tell you that I am now in the Quartermaster Department at this time as acting quartermaster of the 8th so I have a good horse to ride on the march. Best wishes to all. Goodbye. Remember me kindly to all of the friends. Ever yours with respect, — O. G. Daniels

To M. [ ] C.


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