Warren G. Hill

Warren G. Hill was born September 19, 1845, in Palmyre, Portage County, Ohio, the son of Orpheus Benjamin (b. 1822) and Olive (Tuttle, b. 1827).

Warren’s parents were both born in Ohio (Orpheus was born in Palmyre) and were married on November 24, 1844 in Portage, Ohio. By 1850 Orpheus and Olive were living in Norwalk, Hurton County, Ohio where Orpheus worked as a shoemaker. The family eventually left Ohio and moved westward, settling in Michigan sometime before the war broke out.

He was 15 years old and possibly living in Kent County when he enlisted with the consent of the Justice of the Peace in Company K on May 13, 1861. (He was possibly related to Alpheus Hill who also enlisted in Company K.) Warren was wounded in the left forearm on May 31, 1862, at Fair Oaks, Virginia, subsequently admitted to Armory Square general hospital in Washington, DC, where he was treated for his wounds, recovered, and returned to the Regiment.

He was wounded again, this time in the left hip on May 3, 1863, at Chancellorsville, Virginia, was absent sick or wounded in the field hospital at Belle Plains, Virginia, and in June he was transferred to a general hospital in Washington, DC. Warren was reported under arrest from September 19 through November at Washington, DC, for offense(s) unknown, but he eventually returned to duty and was reported missing in action on January 4, 1864. In fact he was taken prisoner while on picket duty, paroled on March 21 at City Point, Virginia, reported to Camp Parole, Maryland on March 22, and by May 15 he was at Camp Distribution, Virginia. He may have been a prisoner at Andersonville for a short time. In any case, he was mustered out of service on September 26, 1864, at Detroit.

After his discharge Warren returned to western Michigan where he worked for some years as a lumberman and shingle-maker.

He was probably living in Nelson, Kent County when he married Indiana native Emma or Emaline Hardy (1849-1924) on April 28, 1867, in Nelson, and they had at least four children: Oliver (b. 1873), Hattie Alice (b. 1868), Olive (b. 1872) and Edwin. (Emma and her family had also lived in Nelson in 1860.)

By 1868 they were living in Big Rapids, Mecosta County where they lived for many years (they were still there in 1878). (His father had apparently remarried an Ohio native named Elizabeth, b. 1829, and they were living in Nelson, Kent County in 1870.) In 1880 Warren was working as a carpenter and living in Deerfield, Mecosta County with his wife and children. He was living in Big Rapids in 1888, 1890 and in the First Ward in 1894, but sometime around 1906 he was residing in Woodville, Newaygo County. By 1920 Warren was living in Big Rapids with his wife and their son Oliver.

He was living in Big Rapids when he became a member of the Old Third Michigan Infantry Association in December of 1881, and he was also a member of the Grand Army of the Republic Andrews Post No. 294 in Big Rapids.

Warren applied for and received a pension (no. 156654).

Warren died of organic heart disease on March 24, 1924, in Big Rapids or in Monroe or Norwich, Newaygo County, and was buried in Big Rapids cemetery: block H, lot C, grave no. 2.

In 1924 his widow applied for and received a pension (no. 950714). She died that same year in Pontiac, Oakland County.

George H. Hill

George H. Hill was born in 1830 in England, the son of Ann.

In 1860 there was one George Hill, b. 1830 in England, working as a farmer (he owned $800 worth of real estate) living in Castleton, Barry County; also living with him was one Ann Hawkins, age 66 also born in England.

In any case, George left England and came to America sometime before 1864, eventually settling in Michigan.

He stood 5’8” with blue eyes, dark hair and a dark complexion and was a 34-year-old farmer possibly living in Assyria or Castleton, Barry County when he enlisted in Company E on February 8, 1864, at Grand Rapids for 3 years, crediting Assyria, was mustered the same day. (He was possibly related to George D. Hill of the Regimental Band, and/or Alpheus Hill of Company K. Company E was composed in large part by men from Clinton and Ingham counties, as well as parts of Ionia County.)

George joined the Regiment on March 29 and was killed in action on May 5, 1864, at the Wilderness, Virginia. He was presumably buried among the unknown soldiers at the Wilderness.

In 1863 his mother applied for and received a pension (no. 55721).

George Dana Hill - update 8/29/2016

George Dana Hill was born in June of 1839 in Somerset, England, Michigan or Lorain, Ohio, the son of Bezabeel Hill Jr. and Mary Bryant Thayer. According to one source, George and his family left Ohio and by 1850 had settled in Vevay, Ingham County. It is also possible that he was working as a clerk in Grand Rapids, when the war broke out, He was a 22-year-old farmer possibly living in Clinton County or Ingham Co

unty when he enlisted as a Musician in Company D on May 13, 1861; he was possibly related to George H. Hill of Company E. (Company D was composed in large part of men who came from western Ionia County and Eaton County.) George D. was promoted from Musician Third Class to Principal Musician on January 1, 1862, and discharged at Camp Pitcher, Virginia, on January 17, 1863.

He returned to Michigan where he reentered the service as First Sergeant in Company I, First Michigan cavalry on October 23, 1863, at Vevay, Ingham County, for 3 years, crediting Vevay, and was mustered the same day at Mt. Clemens, Macomb County.

He was wounded at Trevillian Station, Virginia, on June 11, 1864, again at Winchester, Virginia, on September 19, 1864, and furloughed November 27, 1864. He reported to Detroit Barracks on March 1, 1865, and was reported as promoted to Second Lieutenant of Company A in January of 1865, commissioned as of October 25, 1864, mustered on January 2, 1865, at Winchester, Virginia, replacing Lieutenant Pierson. In March and April he was reported as acting Adjutant, and was wounded in the head and arm at Appomattox courthouse on April 9, 1865, resulting in the loss of his left arm. He was admitted to the general hospital at Farmville, Virginia, on April 13.

George was promoted to First Lieutenant and Adjutant in May, commissioned as of March 7, and mustered as of May 1 at St. Louis, Missouri, replacing Lieutenant Beach. (Curiously, though, the regiment participated in the Grand Review in Washington on May 23 and didn’t move west, to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, until June 1.)

He was absent with leave in June and in July, on detached service at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas through September, and was mustered out on November 11, 1865, at Fort Leavenworth.

George reentered the service as First Lieutenant on July 28, 1866, in the 42nd United States infantry, brevetted Captain on March 2, 1867, and was retired as a Captain on December 31, 1870.

George was probably living in Washington Territory when he married Maine native Ellen Hooper Kellogg (1845-1887), on March 28, 1872, at the home of her brother David Kellogg in Seattle, and they had at least four children: Eliza Maud (b. 1873), George Edward (b. 1877), Ellen Kellogg (b. 1881) and Eugene Cary (b. 1883).

They were living in Washington Territory in 1873 and 1879, and in fact lived for many years in Seattle, King County. By 1880 he was listed as a retired army officer and living with his wife and children in Seattle, King County, Washington Territory; also living with them were two servants. In 1866 he applied for and received a pension (no. 65392).

George was a widower when he drowned at Anacortes, Washington on December 4, 1890, and was buried in Lakeview Cemetery, Seattle.

In January of 1891 David Kellogg, then residing in Washington State applied for and received a minor child’s pension (no. 397963).

Alpheus M. Hill - updated 7/9/2011

Alpheus M. Hill was born in 1820 in New York, the son of Calvin G. (1785-1867) and Charlotte Castle (1791-1869) .

Alpheus’s parents were both born in New York and presumably married there. They eventually settled in Michigan and by 1850 Alpheus (“A. M.”) was working as a manufacturer and living with his parents in Thornapple, Barry County. By 1860 Alpheus was working as a lumberman and living in Thornapple, Barry County near his parents and brother (?) J. C.

He married Frances M. Ralph (1833-1855) and they had at least one child, Frank R. (1855-1856).

He stood 5’11” with blue eyes, brown hair and a light complexion, and was a 41-year-old widower living in Barry County when he enlisted in Company K on May 13, 1861. (He was possibly related to Warren Hill who would also enlist in Company K.) Alpheus was left sick at Grand Rapids when the Regiment departed for Washington on June 13, 1861, but soon rejoined the Regiment and participated in the engagements at Bull Run in July of 1861.

On July 26, from Arlington, Virginia, Alpheus wrote home, probably to his sister Frances in Michigan, describing about the federal debacle on July 21.

I suppose that before you receive this you will have learned from the papers that we have suffered a defeat. The causes which led to this are several. In the first place we were over confident of success, and underrated the enemy. A large portion of men thought they had nothing to do but to make a triumphal march through the country, and many began to think there would be no fight at all. That illusion is pretty well disposed of, and the men who were loudest in their braggadocio were the first to run from the field of battle.

In the next place we were out-Generaled. The position of the enemy was as strong as nature and the best of military skill could make it, and he had his batteries so covered [masked] and concealed that it was impossible to tell where they were until they opened on you. Then the batteries were placed one above another so that when driven from one he fell back into another and so on for miles.

Some of the regiments behaved well and did all that could be expected of men; there were others who disgraced themselves and the country. At 2 o’clock we had the day and everything was favorable but at this time the enemy got large reinforcements from Manassas Gap while we could not reinforce without endangering our left wing and having our retreat cut off.

The Fire Zouaves and two or three other regiments charged and carried battery after battery, and suffered terribly, but was of no use, when they carried one they only found another in their faces.

Our Brigade was posted on the left wing with the view of preventing the enemy from turning that wing. All day long we lay under the brow of a hill listening to the fierce conflict going on at our right. Occasionally we sent our skirmishers into the woods to wake up the enemy, and as often as they showed themselves our batteries would open on them. This was about all the share we had in the battle until about 5 o’clock when the news came that the right wing was defeated, when instantly the woods and ravines in our front were alive with the enemy. They rushed forward with the view of taking our field pieces and driving us back so as to take possession of the road about a mile in our rear and thus cut off the retreat of our right wing. But after trying it about fifteen minutes they gave up and fell back into their batteries. At this time we were all ordered back to Centreville, a small village about five miles from Fairfax; here we met the column of fugitives, and such a sight! everything was confusion and not the leat [sic] show of order remained; regiments, officers and men all mixed up and running for life. Most of them had thrown away their arms and accouterments. Many had nothing on but their shirts and pants. The sun was pouring down terribly, and the atmosphere was thick with dust.

The regiments that were not entirely broken up took up position in line of battle to beat back pursuit, but after the attack on our left the enemy fell back to their entrenchments and lay there without any attempt to disturb us. After dark the different regiments were formed into two squares and we lay down on the ground as we supposed for the night, but about 11 o’clock we were waked [sic] up with as little noise as possible and ordered to retreat to Fairfax. Our regiment formed the rear guard. We reached Fairfax about sun rise, supposing that we here to get rest and something to eat, but we fund [sic] nothing but orders to continue on to Arlington Heights. -- About 9 o’clock [Monday] it began to rain and continued all day and I was soon wet to the skin. For three days and nights the only rest I had was to throw myself on the ground in my shirt sleeves without covering of any kind and sleep as I could; and when you consider that we fought a battle and marched about forty miles without food or rest and at night when we came to this place wet to the skin and our only bed was some hay we pulled from an old barrack, I think you will say that we have had something of a time.

I could write for a week of the incidents of this trip, but forbear. My health for a day or two is improving and I hope to get my strength soon.

Although Alpheus’ health remained weakened, he apparently remained on duty with the Regiment throughout the winter and was present during the opening phases of McClellan’s Peninsula Campaign in the spring of 1862.

On June 7, from a camp near Fair Oaks, Virginia, just outside of Richmond, Alpheus wrote home to describe the details of the battle of May 31 at Fair Oaks.

Dear Sister Delie -- I wrote to Harriet a few days ago to let you know that I was safe, until I could get time to send you the particulars of the battle, which I know you will all be anxious to hear. The newspaper reports are not altogether reliable, as they are more or less interested in distorting, hiding or misrepresenting the facts in the case. Newspapers are like men, each has its particular prejudice and interest to support, and must puff everything on its side, and blow everything on the opposite side, at least this is too much the case; and it is best for wise men to sift the true from the false, accept the truth let it out where it will, and discard the false let it have been ever so long a cherished falsehood. The newspapers we have received since the battle, all seem to be vieing with each other into puffing it into a great victory. The simple truth of the matter is that they made a sudden, unexpected and concentrated attack on our left wing, with the hope of turning it, which if they had been successful would have ruined us. They drove us in the course of the day about two miles, and darkness put an end to the fight. During the evening and night reinforcements came to our help, and the next morning we drove them in turn and recovered our lost ground. They failed in the accomplishment of their object, and so far it was a victory for us, but they had the best of the first days’ fight. Sunday evening after the fight our lines were almost exactly where they were Saturday morning before the fight began. The general disposition of the forces on our side before the battle, so far as I could see, I consider to be good.

Gen. Casey’s division held the front. -- Gen. Crouch’s division next -- and Gen. Kearney’s [sic] (our own) immediately within supporting distance, in the rear. The enemy had made an attack upon Casey’s pickets for four or five days previous to the real attack, at just about the same time of day, and when the real attack came, the mend had grown careless. Some of them were washing their shirts, some had them on the bushes drying, expecting the attack was a feint, like the previous ones. A fatal mistake for them. -- As the enemy was upon them in overwhelming numbers, Casey’s division was driven back, a mob, instead of a division of fighting men. They lost everything, artillery, camp equippage and all. Some of the regiments ran without firing a gun, others made slight resistance, but not enough to stop the enemy a moment. -- Couch alarmed by the firing and the fugitives, got his division under arms and here the enemy met the first serious resistance. And although Couch outnumbered, outflanked and driven from position to position, yet he gave back blow for blow, shot for shot, and held them until we came up to his support. We got there not a minute too soon; his men were breaking and giving way in every direction. The enemy flushed with his success was pressing them back in every direction. Our regiment led the brigade, and were ordered to the left, into the pine woods, and we piled in without much order or regularity, but finally got into something of a line, and let me assure you that for an hour it was no child’s play. Our loss tells its own story. Old Kearney [sic] is the most notorious fighting man in the army, and he declared on the battlefield that he was satisfied with the conduct of our regiment. After the first hour the enemy’s fire slackened in front of our position, and we held the ground until dark. But in the meantime the enemy had turned our right [flank], and our brigade fell back to the line from which we had marched to support Crouch’s division. At this place we had a good position, and expected to make another fight in the morning.

But when daylight came we found old Dick’s division in front to relieve us, and our part of the work was done. The fight on Sunday was soon over, our troops drove them at every point of attack, and by the time you at Middleville were wending your way quietly to church, everything here was quiet also. On Monday we buried our dead. I was so used up on Saturday that Id did not have the heart or strength to go out on the battlefield a second time. Those who did go out report the loss in killed to be very large on both sides, and that there was nearly two rebels to one of ours lying on the ground, though I think perhaps some allowance must be made for such reports.

Today [June 7] the field of battle can be smelled for a mile. The enemy buried but few of their own men and left part of their wounded although they had possession of the field all of Saturday night and part of Sunday. We found a few of our own wounded who had been missed Saturday night in the darkness and hurry. One poor fellow of our company had been forty-eight hours badly wounded before we found him, and then he was found by men of another regiment. O! the horrible, terrible, sufferings one such an action as this entails upon its victims. Imagine to yourself every house and dooryard in Middleville filled as thick as they can lay on the floors and grass, and have the attendants pass among them; some groaning in their agonies, others lying quietly and apparently easy, but the quickening breath and glazing eye tell their own sad tale of approaching death.

Ab. has just come in from Fortress Monroe where he had been in care of our wounded. He looks strong and healthy, and I think will get through all right. From his position as musician he is not very much exposed to the dangers of the battlefield, his duty being to carry off and care for the wounded. Many of the newspapers seem to carry the idea that the great battle is fought. I don’t think so. I think our last action was the skirmish which precedes the main battle. And there is every indication that it will come off immediately, perhaps before you receive this. We are gradually tightening our lines around the city [Richmond] step by step, today the division in front of us advanced to a new position. One or two moves more and we shall be within shelling distance of the capitol of the Confederate States. McClellan tells us that we must expect to fight and I think he is right.

In case I should get wounded I shall try to get to Washington or Baltimore. Harriet could not get here if she was to try, they would not let pass Fortress Monroe, unless she could get strong influence in official quarters. If I should get wounded I have not much expectation of surviving it, because I have not strength. My vitality seems to be expended. The coming battle will no doubt be decisive of the war, should it prove to be so, sick or well, I shall go home as nothing would induce me to stay here a moment beyond the actual necessity of the case.

I have just received two letters from home, one from Albert and one from Harriet and Lottie for which I am much obliged and will answer as soon as possible. Enclosed Ab. sends to grandmother a ball which passed through the leg of one of our poor fellows. Good-by, a kiss for little May.

Sometime in the summer of 1862 Alpheus became seriously ill and was reportedly hospitalized in August and September of 1862. By October was on detached service in Michigan, apparently recruiting for the Regiment in Barry County. While Alpheus was at home recruiting, a curious story appeared in the Detroit Advertiser and Tribune on December 20, 1862, which reported that one “Alpheus M. Hill, of Middleville, Barry County, who served for some time as a private in the 3d Michigan regiment, has been commissioned a Captain in the 7th cavalry, and will raise a company in Barry County.”

In fact, Alpheus remained with the Third Michigan and was reported on recruiting duty in Michigan from through April of 1863 when he probably rejoined the Regiment.

Alpheus was admitted from the field to Douglas general hospital in Washington, DC, on June 12, 1864, suffering from “typhoid pneumonia,” and he died of “typhoid pneumonia” on June 16, 1864, at Douglas hospital. It was noted by the hospital that his sister sent his remains home, although the War Department reported that he was buried on June 18 in Arlington National Cemetery. In fact there is a marker for him, along with his wife and son, in Mt. Hope Cemetery, Middleville, barry County.

No pension seems to be available.

Alonzo C. Hill

Alonzo C. Hill was born in 1839.

Alonzo was 22 years old and probably living in Allegan County (or Shiawassee County), Michigan, when he enlisted in Company I on May 13, 1861. George Bailey of Company F, who was also from Allegan County and may have known Alonzo before the war, referred to him as “Alonzo C. Hill,” and nicknamed him “Big Bub.” According to Bailey, on June 12, 1861, Edward Wheelock and Alonzo (“Big Bub”) were brought to Grand Rapids “by Andrew Oliver for the purpose of enlisting (with us), both of who experienced some trouble then and later, by not having been properly mustered. They were, however, accepted by the captains of Co. F (Ed.) and Co. I (Bub) and were mustered by a justice of the peace, which was later confirmed, and they were properly mustered at Washington DC.”

Alonzo was killed in action on May 31, 1862, at Fair Oaks, Virginia, and presumably buried among the unknown soldiers at Seven Pines National Cemetery.

No pension seems to be available.