Source: The Record of a Quaker Conscience: Cyrus Pringle's Diary. New York: Macmillan,
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With ardent zeal for our Faith and the cause of our peaceable principles; and almost disgusted at
the lukewarmness and unfaithfulness of very many who profess these; and considering how
heavily slight crosses bore upon their shoulders, I felt to say, "He re amI, Father, for thy service.
As thou will." May I trust it was He who called me and sent me forth with the consolation: "My
grace is sufficient for thee." Deeply have I felt many times since that I am nothing without the
companionship of the Spirit.< p>
I was to report on the 27th. Then, loyal to our country, Wm. Lindley Dean and I appeared before
the Provost Marshal with a statement of our cases. We were ordered for a hearing on the 29th.
On the afternoon of that day W. L. D. was rejected upon examinat ion of the Surgeon, but my
case not coming up, he remained with me, much to my strength and comfort. Sweet was his
converse and long to be remembered, as we lay together that warm summer night on the straw of
the barracks. By his encouragement much was m y mind strengthened; my desires fora pure life,
and my resolutions for good. In him and those of whom he spoke I saw the abstract beauty of
Quakerism. On the next morning came Joshua M. Dean to support me and plead my case before
the Board of Enrollment. On the day after, the 31st, I came before the Board. Respectfully those
men listened to the exposition of our principles; and, on our representing that we looked for some
relief from the President, the marshal released me for twenty days. Meanwhile appe ared Lindley
M. Macomber and was likewise, by the kindness of the marshal, though they had received
instructions from the Provost Marshal General to show such claims no partiality, released to
appear on the 20th day of the eighth month.,p>
All these days we were urged by our acquaintances to pay our commutation money; by some
through well-meant kindness and sympathy; by others through interest in the war; and by others
still through a belief they entertained it was our duty. But we confess a higher duty than that to
country; and, asking no military protection of our Government and grateful for none, deny any
obligation to support so unlawful a system, as we hold a war to be even when waged in
opposition to an evil and oppressive power and ostensibly in defence of liberty, virtue, and free
institutions; and, though touched by the kind interest of friends, we could not relieve their distress
by a means we held even more sinful than that of serving ourselves, as by supplying money to hire
a substitute we would not only be responsible for the result, but be the agents in bringing others
into evil. So looking to our Father alone for help, and remembering that" Whoso loseth his life for
my sake shall find it; but whoso saveth it shall lose it ," we presented ourselves again before the
Board, as we had promised to do when released. Being offered four days more of time, we
accepted it as affording opportunity to visit our friends; and moreover as there would be more
probability of meeting Peter Dakin at Rutland.
Sweet was the comfort and sympathy of our friends as we visited them. There was a deep
comfort, as we left them, in the thought that so many pure and pious people follow us with their
love and prayers. Appearing finally before the marshal on the 24th, su its and uniforms were
selected for us, and we were called upon to give receipts for them. L. M. M. was on his guard,
and, being first called upon, declared he could not do so, as that would imply acceptance. Failing
to come to any agreement, the matter w as postponed till next morning, when we certified to the
fact that the articles were "with us." Here I must make record of the kindness of the marshal,
Rolla Gleason, who treated us with respect and kindness. He had spoken with respect of our
Society; ha d given me furloughs to the amount of twenty four days, when the marshal at Rutland
considered himself restricted by his oath and duty to six days; and here appeared in person to
prevent any harsh treatment of us by his sergeants; and though much against his inclinations,
assisted in putting on the uniform with his own hands. We bade him farewell with grateful feelings
and expressions of fear that we should not fall into as tender hands again; and amid the rain in the
early morning, as the town clock to lled the hour of seven, we were driven amongst the flock that
was going forth to the slaughter, down the street and into the cars for Brattleboro. Dark was the
day with murk and cloud and rain; and, as we rolled down through the narrow vales of eastern V
ermont, somewhat of the shadow crept into our hearts and filled them with dark apprehensions of
evil fortune ahead; of long, hopeless trials; of abuse from inferior officers; of contempt from
common soldiers; of patient endurance (or an attempt at this), unto an end seen only by the eye of
a strong faith.
Herded into a car by ourselves, we conscripts, substitutes, and the rest, through the greater part of the day, swept over the fertile meadows along the banks of the White River and the Connecticut, through pleasant scenes that had little of delight for u s. At Woodstock we were joined by the conscripts from the 1st District - altogether an inferior company from those before with us, who were honest yeomen from the northern and mountainous towns, while these were many of them substitutes from the cities.< p>
At Brattleboro we were marched up to the camp; our knapsacks and persons searched; and any
articles of citizen's dress taken from us; and then shut up in a rough board building under a guard.
Here the prospect was dreary, and I felt some lack of confiden ce in our Father's arm, though but
two days before I wrote to my dear friend, E. M. H., -
I go tomorrow where the din Of war is in the sulphurous air. I go the Prince of Peace to serve, His cross of suffering to bear.
BRATTLEBORO, 26th, 8th month, I863. - Twenty-five or thirty caged lions roam lazily to and
fro through this building hour after hour through the day. On every side without, sentries pace
their slow beat, bearing loaded muskets. Men are ranging through th e grounds or hanging in
synods about the doors of the different buildings, apparently without a purpose. Aimless is
military life, except betimes its aim is deadly. Idle life blends with violent death-struggles till the
man is unmade a man; and hencefort h there is little of manhood about him. Of a man he is made a
soldier, which is a man-destroying machine in two senses, - a thing for the prosecuting or
repelling an invasion like the block of stone in the fortress or the plate of iron on the side of the
Monitor. They are alike. I have tried in vain to define a difference, and I see only this. The
iron-clad with its gun is the bigger soldier: the more formidable in attack, the less liable to
destruction in a given time; the block the most capable of res istance; both are equally obedient to
officers. Or the more perfect is the soldier, the more nearly he approaches these in this respect.
Three times a day we are marched out to the mess houses for our rations. In our hands we carry a
tin plate, whereon we bring back a piece of bread (sour and tough most likely), and a cup.
Morning and noon a piece of meat, antique betimes, bears company w ith the bread. They who
wish it receive in their cups two sorts of decoctions: in the morning burnt bread, or peas perhaps,
steeped in water with some saccharine substance added (I dare not affirm it to be sugar). At night
steeped tea extended by some ot her herbs probably and its pungency and acridity assuaged by the
saccharine principle aforementioned. On this we have so far subsisted and, save some nauseating,
comfortably. As we go out and return, on right and left and in front and rear go bayonets. S ome
substitutes heretofore have escaped and we are not to be neglected in our attendants. Hard beds
are healthy, but I query cannot the result be defeated by the degree? Our mattresses are boards.
Only the slight elasticity of our thin blankets br eaks the fall of our flesh and bones thereon. Oh!
now I praise the discipline I have received from uncarpeted floors through warm summer nights of
The building resounds with petty talk; jokes and laughter and swearing. Something more than
that. Many of the caged lions are engaged with cards, and money changes hands freely. Some of
the caged lions read, and some sleep, and so the weary day goes by.
L.M.M. and I addressed the following letter to Governor Holbrook and hired a corporal to
forward it to him.
BRATTLEBORO, VT., 26th, 8th month, 1863.
Governor of Vermont:
We, the undersigned members of the Society of Friends, beg leave to represent to thee, that we
were lately drafted in the 3d Dist. of Vermont, have been forced into the army and reached the
camp near: this town yesterday.
That in the language of the elders of our New York Yearly Meeting, "We love our country and
acknowledge with gratitude to our Heavenly Father the many blessings we have been favoured
with under the government; and can feel no sympathy with any who seek i ts overthrow."
But that, true to well-known principles of our Society, we cannot violate our religious convictions
either by complying with military requisitions or by the equivalents of this compliance, the
furnishing of a substitute or payment of commutation money. T hat, therefore, we are brought
into suffering and exposed to insult and contempt from those who have us in charge, as well as to
the penalties of insubordination, though liberty of conscience is granted us by the Constitution of
Vermont as well as that o f the United States.
Therefore, we beg of thee as Governor of our State any assistance thou may be able torender,
should it be no more than the influence of thy position interceding in our behalf.
Truly Thy Friend,
CYRUS G. PRINGLE.
P.S. We are informed we are to be sent to the vicinity of Boston tomorrow.
27th. On board train to Boston. The long afternoon of yesterday passed slowly away. This
morning passed by, - the time of our stay in Brattleboro, and we neither saw nor heard anything of
our Governor. We suppose he could not or would not help us. So as we go down to our trial we
have no arm to lean upon among all men; but why dost thou complain, oh, my Soul ? Seek thou
that faith that will prove a buckler to thy breast, and gain for thee the protection of an arm
mightier than the arms of all men.
28th. CAMP VERMONT: LONG ISLAND, BOSTON HARBOUR - In the early morning damp
and cool we marched down off the heights of Brattleboro to take train for this place. Once in the
car the,dashing young cavalry officer, who had us in charge, gave notice he had placed men
through the cars, with loaded revolvers, who had orders to s hoot any person attempting to
escape, or jump from the window, and that any one would be shot if he even put his head out of
the window. Down the beautiful valley of the Connecticut, all through its broad intervales, heavy
with its crops of corn or tobac co, or shaven smooth by the summer harvest; over the hard and
stony counties of northern Massachusetts, through its suburbs and under the shadow of Bunker
Hill Monument we came into the City of Boston, "the Hub of the Universe." Out through street
after street we were marched double guarded to the wharves, where we took a small steamer for
the island some six miles out in the harbour. A circumstance connected with this march is worth
mentioning for its singularity: at the head of this company, like conv icts (and feeling very much
like such), through the City of Boston walked, with heavy hearts and down-cast eyes, two
Here on this dry and pleasant island in the midst of the beautiful iMassachusetts Bay, we have the
liberty of the camp, the privilege of air and sunshine and hay beds to sleep upon. So we went to
bed last night with somewhat of gladness elevating our dep ressed spirits.
Here are many troops gathering daily from all the New England States except Connecticut and
Rhode Island. Their white tents are dotting the green slopes and hilltops of the island and
spreading wider and wider. This is the flow of military tide here just now. The ebb went out to sea
in the shape of a great shipload just as we came in, and another load will be sent before many
days. All is war here. We are surrounded by the pomp and circumstance of war, and enveloped in
the cloud thereof. The cloud settl es down over the minds and souls of all; they cannot see
beyond, nor do they try; but with the clearer eye of Christian faith I try to look beyond all this
error unto Truth and Holiness immaculate: and thanks to our Father, I am favoured with glimpses
th at are sweet consolation amid this darkness.
This is one gratification: the men with us give us their sympathy. They seem to look upon us
tenderly and pitifully, and their expressions of kind wishes are warm. Although we are relieved
from duty and from drill, and may lie in our tents during rain an d at night, we have heard of no
complaint. This is the more worthy of note as there are so few in our little (Vermont) camp. Each
man comes on guard half the days. It would probably be otherwise were their hearts in the
service; but I have yet to find th e man in any of these camps or at any service who does not wish
himself at home. Substitutes say if they knew all they know now before leaving home they would
not have enlisted; and they have been but a week from their homes and have endured no hardships
. Yesterday L. M. M. and I appeared before the Captain commanding this camp with a statement
of our cases. He listened to us respectfully and promised to refer us to the General commanding
here, General Devens; and in the meantime released us from duty. In a short time afterward he
passed us in our tent, asking our names. We have not heard from him, but do not drill or stand
guard; so, we suppose, his release was confirmed. At that interview a young lieutenant sneeringly
told us he thought we had better throw away our scruples and fight in the service of the country;
and as we told the Captain we could not accept pay, he laughed mockingly, and said he would not
stay here for $13.00 per month. He gets more than a hundred, I suppose.
How beautiful seems the world on this glorious morning here by the seaside! Eastward and toward the sun, fair green isles with outlines of pure beauty are scattered over the blue bay. Along the far line of the mainland white hamlets and towns glisten in the morning sun; countless tiny waves dance in the wind that comes off shore and sparkle sunward like myriads of gems. Up the fair vault, flecked by scarcely a cloud, rolls the sun in glory. Though fair be the earth, it has come to be tainted and marred by him who was meant to be its crowning glory. Behind me on this island are crowded vile and wicked men, the murmur of whose ribaldry riseth continually like the smoke and fumes of a lower morld. Oh! Father of Mercies, forgive the hard heartlessness and blindness and scarlet sins of my fellows, my brothers.