Flash From The Past - 1873
Another member of the first company furnished by Oconto for the service in the War of the Rebellion, has answered his last “Roll Call”. For another member of that company, has the bulge surrounded “Tattoo,” and in obedience to the “Taps” his light has been pulled out. The light of life, that for years had been “Flaring in the Socket,” is extinguished; the brave soldier that while in the service never shirked a duty, or knowingly disobeyed an order; never feared an enemy in the field, or feared a searching scruting of his record as a soldier; has received his final statement and discharge, and has gone to join that immense army whose term of service is Eternity.
How fast they are going! Little more that twelve years ago one hundred and one men were mustered into the Military Service of the United States, as Co. H 4th Wis. Vol’s. Where are they now?
Lanning, Brown, Heap, Dodge, Haskell, O’Leary, Carpenter, Andrews, Holms, Layman, Minnick, Malbett, Newmen, Otto, Perrique, Tourtilotte, Huliham, Poach, Millen, Kennedy, McDonough, Morrison, Banka, Gardner, Bills, Haffmon, McCabe, McIntire, Young, Moissell, Murphy, Manuel, Price, Ramsay, and Curry, have gone to return no more. Some sleeping in unknown graves in Virginia; some wrapped in their blankets, are shallowly buried beneath the Magnolias of Louisiana, some quietly resting under the Pines of Wisconsin. Comrades of Co. “H” does the thought ever occur to you, which among our number will be the next detailed to take up the solemn and solitary march to join the Army that has gone before?
Sad is the thought, that in a few years at most, the last one of us will stand upon the “Hether bank” of the “dark river” that separate the yous from the “other shore”. How much then it behooves us to see that, like provident soldiers, we are supplied with the proper amount of “Pontoons” in the form of duties done, on which we may cross the “Dark Flood” in safety and with triumph.
Curry enrolled his name with the
“Oconto River Drivers” on the
16th of May 1861, and was with that Company mustered into the United
service at camp Utley Racine, July 9th 1861. He moved with the command
to Baltimore, the relay-House, went with it through the Peninsula
from that to Fortress Monroe and Newport-News; from there to Ship
assisted at the capture of New Orleans and it’s
defences, was with
it at Vicksburg and through the Red River Campaign, and shared
for forty-two days and nights at Port Hudson. In fact was with it while
it circumnavigated the Confederacy, with the exceptions of Texas and
He was discharged at Morganza, La., in the fall of 1864 by reason of
of term of enlistment.
During Mr. Curry’s term of enlistment he was a good and true soldier, and enjoyed the full confidence of his officers and commanders. Though not an American, he, like many other foreign soldiers in our army, concientionusly believed, that he was fighting in the interest of humanity while fighting for the integrity of institutions that guaranteed all men the possession of “Life Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Mr. Curry had for years suffered with consumption, and much of the time was entirely unable to labor. He was not confined to his bed until the 12th ult. On the evening of the 15th ult. Though strong in will, the enfeabled body could not hold out no longer, and he quietly and peacefully passed away. On the 7th ult. His remains in the Catholic cemetery of Oconto. May Mother Earth rest lightly on him.
Gillett Town, Wis.
Death of an old Citizen
Tierman, an old and respected citizen of Fort
Howard, died on the
morning of the 12th inst., in the 72nd year of his age. He was in his
days an English soldier, and performed duty in St. Helena at the death
of Napoleon. In 1849 he came to Wisconsin, and in 1850 settled in Fort
Howard. He was the builder of the first frame house in that place, and
engaged at the time in shipbuilding and constructed the first steamboat
for the Fox River.
His death has caused a feeling of sympathetic sorrow through the whole circle of acquaintances.
Two Men Rescued from the Jaws of Death.
Daniels and John Spaulding came near being
castaway on the
ice last Tuesday. They went out in the morning on the ice near the
of the Bay, and while they were at work setting their nets the wind
up and the ice commenced to move out with them. They made their way
to Little Harbor, expecting to get ashore but found the ice had also
from the shore. Fortunately they happened to see Mr. Geo. King, who at
once went after a boat and had it brought around to the open water and
rescued the involuntary and unwilling voyagers from their perilous