By Ron Sharpe, Fraserburgh, Scotland from extensive information provided by the late Marilyn Harrison, USA.
William Tannahill on the Cumnock Connection tree
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from Marlyn Harrison |
William, along with his siblings had worked hard to establish the family farm in Huntingdon, Quebec, and as he grew older, he had started courting Janette White who was living on the same settlement.
As time passed the couple decided to get married. The couple, along with some close friends travelled the twenty three miles across the border to the town of Malone, in Franklin Co., New York State, where they were married in the home of the pastor on the 17th of April 1844.
The couple returned to Canada and moved into their first home in Huntingdon. They remained there to establish their farm for a further ten years, and their first six children were all born there, John, Janet Elder, William, James, Annette and Ann.
In early 1856 the couple and their family decided that their future looked brighter across the border in the United States.
William bought a team of horses in Canada and drove them to the fledgling town of Bradford in Chickasaw County, Iowa. On arrival in the May of 1856 they bought 40 acres of land and started another fledgling farm. The journey from Canada must have been a huge expedition for the young family, as the distance between Huntingdon, and Bradford, Iowa was almost 1200 miles. Unfortunately, within a few months of living in their new home, fate dealt them a crushing blow when their horses were stolen. So, with no way to till the soil, or haul their produce, they were forced to give up farming altogether. But with a family to feed and care for, William had to diversify some way, and he managed to obtain work as a day labourer. But the work could be sporadic, and William diversified by sometimes,working as a carpenter, or by making a living as a shoe cobbler. He seems to have tanned his own leather and travelled around the local area making shoes for anyone who needed them.
The newspapers of 1860 only seemed to carry bad news about the situation in the southern states of America, and by April of 1861 the whole situation boiled over when confederate troops attacked Fort Sumter, South Carolina, and lit the fire that would claim thousands of lives and almost bring America to its knees.
William would have read about these political disputes, and they must have had a profound effect on him. He had only been a resident in America for around five years, and yet he felt the need to stand up and be counted.
On the 8th of July 1861 he was one of the first to enlist in Company B, of the 7th Iowa Regiment, of the Union Army. He was 41 years old, married and a father to eight children, with one more on the way. He was mustered soon afterwards on the 24th of July 1861 and he became Private William Tannahill. Life was never going to be the same again.
After a few months, William found himself and his comrades helping to set out battle lines close to the banks of the Mississippi river. And on the morning of the 7th of November 1861 he was in the thick of the fighting. He had always had a luxuriant long beard and it was "shot off" as he stood beside his fellow soldiers. The union army attack had been a sudden surprise, and they quickly overran the rebels. It was initially thought that the battle had been quickly won, but the enemy soon regrouped and counter attacked. By the end of the day William found himself in the custody of the Southern army.
William was one of 104 union soldiers who had been captured by the rebels that day. They were transported by rail in cattle trucks to Columbus, North Dakota, probably for processing, the cattle wagons were so badly maintained that the prisoners were soaked to the skin from the leaking roofs. When drier weather appeared the men were carried out and laid over the railway sleepers and between the railway lines, to dry off in the sun.
They were then taken on to Memphis,Tennessee. It's written that they were given the chance of being released, but only if they would agree not to re-enlist. Not a single man accepted this offer.
They were then moved on to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and then on to the infamous Andersonville prison, Libby Prison in Richmond, Virginia. This was to be their final destination for a while at least. The conditions of this prison camp were appalling. It had previously been a tobacco warehouse and was totally unsuitable for its new purpose. The windows were barred and had no glass, so it would have been extremely cold, but at the very least it was well ventilated. Space was very tight and one inmate told of having to sleep on the bare floor in a head to toe pattern with no blankets.
The food that was given to the prisoners, whether they were sick or well was said to be so bad it would have nauseated a carrion crow. However it must be remembered that the city of Richmond was more or less besieged, and food was in short supply for everyone. This meant that the Yankee prisoners were well down the "who should we care for first” group. One survivor lived on a quarter of a pint of corn meal a day.
There are many well documented stories from inmates, who recalled the conditions in the camps. One story described how the only drinking water available to the troops was being supplied from a putrid creek, which also served as a sewer for 35,000 prisoners. William, who had been brought up in a strictly religious home, was known to be a man of prayer. When some of the men were dying for the lack of fresh water, and seeing the men slowly walking towards the "dead line" to be shot, rather than endure the suffering. He called them together for prayer, asking for water. As the story goes, an hour after their prayer, the rain came and gave them the desperately craved water. Sometime later a spring broke through the sandy soil inside the stockade. The starving and filthy prisoners regarded this miraculous appearance of fresh water from the hillside as a miracle, an "Act of God".
William and many of his comrades were held in prison for around eleven months, this was probably because the rebels didn't want to be responsible for feeding them any more. And they would have known that these men were so sick, they would never again raise arms against the Confederacy.
In all the time they had been imprisoned they never had a change of clothing, and were wearing the same clothes that they had been captured in, but by now they were no more than rags, and in tatters. These prisoners had been subjected to starvation, exposure, filthy and wretched conditions. And notes from the time mention that William was one of only a few that could walk up the gangplank and out of the hellhole that he had been incarcerated in for almost a year. He was liberated from the Libby Prison in Richmond Virginia on the 19th of September 1862. The men were embarked on a steamer and shipped up to the Annapolis hospital in Maryland, via the James river. This would prove to be convenient for embarking the former soldiers, as a loading dock was situated close by the former tobacco warehouse, that had served as their prison. Most of the men were gravely ill, and they could not walk towards the boat that promised their freedom.
Only one wagon was available to convey the men and William gave up his place to those he felt were worse off than he was.
On reaching Annapolis hospital he was given a meal, probably his first since being confined, but because of the emaciated condition of his body, he was unable to consume it properly, and he became sick and died in the Annapolis Hospital, on the 28th of October, 1862. He was 43 years old.
William Tannahill's friend Andy Feldt, who had stood beside him when his beard was shot off at the battle of Belmont, and had shared the experience of being taken prisoner and held at Libby prison with him, wrote to William's wife Janette, of his death. She had not heard from William since shortly before he went into battle at Belmont almost a year earlier. This last letter was read as a tribute to Private W Tannahill, at a Commemorative Funeral Services held in his adopted home town of Bradford, Iowa on the 12th of December 1862.
Dear wife:
I hardly know what to write to you, as I do not know how you feel. I believe you feel as though you had a burden too heavy to bear; I do not doubt it, but you must try to keep up good spirits. Do the best you can and put your trust in that God who will not suffer anything to come upon them that trust him to their spiritual advantage. Hath he not said he will never leave nor forsake you? And if it is so that I never come home He hath promised that he will be a husband to the widow and a father to the fatherless. And now, dear wife, commit yourself and our dear children to the care of that God that never slumbers. If it is his will that I should come home we will praise his name and if not, let us be resigned and say, "Not my will, but Thine be done, O God!" Look forward to the time when there shall be no more parting, neither sorrow nor sighing, when all tears shall be wiped from our eyes. Put your trust in the Lord, for they that put their trust in Him shall never be moved nor put to shame. I hope the children will be good and kind to their mother.
Yours in Love,
William Tannahill
William Tannahill had another claim to fame, as the man who had three tombstones.
On his passing he was buried in the military cemetery at Annapolis and a military headstone was erected, but this was just one of three, that were erected in his memory. He left nine children.
George W Tannahill was one of William's sons, and was a successful farmer and stockbreeder, as well as being active in US politics. George served as a representative in the Kansas State Legislature for three terms, in the early part of the twentieth century.
At some point George travelled to Washington to enquire about having the body of his father, moved from the military cemetery at Annapolis in Maryland, and brought to Nashua County Cemetery near the Little Brown Church, which he had helped construct. But he was informed that once a body was interred it could not be removed from the national cemetery. He returned to Iowa and arranged to have a headstone erected in memory of his father, along with carved inscriptions remembering his elder brother James Tannahill, and his baby sister, Ella, who died, without ever knowing her father.
When George's mother Janette died in March 1908, she was living in Phillipsburg, Kansas, and was subsequently laid to rest in the Iowa Union Cemetery, Phillips County, Kansas. George then arranged to have another headstone erected in memory of both his mother and father as well as his sister Ann.
The young boy who left Cumnock was well remembered by his family.