The Diary of Lizzie Dopps
Incidents of the Civil War Days when Eli
In the meantime the government was offering
homesteads, and those having served in the late Civil War were being
given the opportunity for six months to have first choice.
Father Dopps had enlisted in the
Tenth Illinois Cavalry, taking his own horse, at the beginning of the
war, as had also his son Peter.
Peter had died during the war, and Father Dopps
returned broken in health, even before the war had ended.
He was discharged on account of sickness in 1862.
Eli had been anxious to enlist at
the beginning of the war, although he was just a young boy fifteen years
old. His father and mother
had persuaded him that his first duty, since his father and older
brother Peter had already gone, was to remain at home until his
eighteenth birthday at least (if the war lasted that long) and care for
his mother and the family, since he was the oldest boy left at home.
However, on his eighteenth birthday he felt
he could no longer remain at home when his country needed him, so turned
over his home duties to his other brothers and enlisted in the Twelfth
While he was not injured in any battles, he
almost lost his life in the service of his country.
It was on one of their long marches and so
many of the boys were dropping out and being sent to hospitals, some
with just cause as the measles and small-pox were breaking out in many
of the camps, but some of the boys were just pretending, so that they
might escape their line of duty,
Eli was far from well, but didn't
want to be a quitter, so went on as long as he could stand it. His company was to go on a short march that day and return to
camp before night. His
captain, realizing Eli's condition, ordered him to remain in
Eli was burning up with fever and
craving a drink of water but there was no one to give it to him, as all
those remaining in camp were about as sick as he.
There was a little stream of spring water
almost a quarter of a mile away from camp.
If he could only reach it! But
he was too sick, too weak to walk even that short distance. However, almost delirious with thirst, he determined to try,
and so, staggering and half-crawling on his hands and knees, he at last
reached this oasis, and lay on his stomach, drinking his fill of this
cold, sparkling, crystal, spring water.
It did refresh him and quenched his thirst,
but the efforts of his going there and getting back to camp had brought
up his fever, and it had also taken hours to accomplish this.
He had just returned to camp--in fact some
of his comrades saw him crawling back--and when it was learned he had
drunk a lot of cold water, they thought he was as good as a dead
soldier. However, they
threw their blankets over him hoping to counteract the effect of the
cold water. It did.
Just as they had almost returned from their
march, it had started to sprinkle, and as they had thrown their damp
wool blankets on his fever heated body with the cold water within him,
it was like a steam pack, and immediately his whole body was terribly
"Aha, another case of small-pox!"
they exclaimed, and he was moved to a small-pox hospital, where he lay
all night between two men with small-pox.
However, when morning came, the doctor then
diagnosed his case as measles, and he was removed to another hospital.
Here he remained for some time and was a very sick soldier boy.
One day he asked the doctor if he could
have a drink of butter-milk, but was denied it.
Half delirious and half-crazed with thirst and desire for
butter-milk, he gave one of his comrades his last thirty cents to get a
quart. He succeeded in getting it, and Eli drank it at
intervals. It seemed to
give him new life, and I think him "slipping one over" on the
doctor gave him new zest.
Next morning when the doctor arrived, he
was surprised that his patient was so very much improved. However, as the doctor reached the door he spied the jar of
butter-milk under Eli's cot.
"What is that, young man?"
"It is the butter-milk that has made
me so much better," said Eli.
"Well, you scalawag! I told you that you couldn't have it, but since. I can't deny
you are better, I'll let it pass. I've
a good notion, though, to report you to your superior officers!"
It was the last year of the war when Eli
could enlist, and of course, long before I ever met him, but I have
heard him relate many interesting things of those war time days--some
humorous, some sad. How
little he thought in those days he was serving his country, that that
service would help him so much in later life!
And now to return to the story of our
lives. As I said before,
the government was now offering homesteads, and those who had served in
the war were given their preference for the first six months.
Father Dopps had taken advantage of
this opportunity. He had
already gone west in the spring to stake out his claim for himself, and
make arrangements for Eli, and Dave Close, Eli's sister
Ellen's husband, who had also been in his country's service.
Upon our return from our visit in the east,
Ellen and Dave, with their baby Etta, and Eli and I
joined a caravan of eleven covered wagons going to the pioneer west to
take up homestead claims.
And now I come to perhaps the most
interesting period of my life for the next several years--a life in the
pioneer west, sod houses, dugouts, Indians, droughts, crop failures,
grasshoppers, blizzards, etc., and yet It was not all hardships.
Many happy times were spent in wide open
spaces of this new free country close to nature and far from the crowded
cities. A life of adventure
and freedom that only pioneers can know.
I looked forward to this trip with great
anticipation. I was glad to
have a change of environment. I
had had a great disappointment. We
had thought our lives were to be blessed with a little child, but before
my appointed time I lost my baby, a little boy, and so I welcomed this
opportunity to see and do new things, and try to forget as much as
possible our disappointment.
I could see a future for us in this
change--but—what was in that future, far away from my loved ones at
home, my dear father, my beloved step-mother, my brothers, and baby
At the time of parting from them all, tears
came to my eyes and rolled down my checks.
My beloved husband put his arms around me and said, "I'm
afraid I have asked too much of you."
But the thought of his kindness and his consideration for me gave
me courage and fortitude to face whatever was to be in that future as
long as I had him and his love.
Ruth, of the Bible, loved her husband and
his people so deeply she could leave her people to go with him even
after his death. Surely
when I had my dear husband I could say as she had done; even to her
husband's mother, "Whither thou goest I will go; and where thou
lodges, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my
God. Where thou diest, will I
die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and also, if
aught but death part thee, and me."
(Book of Ruth, Chapter 1, 16 & 17 verses)
What had I to fear when I had the love of
such a dear, good, kind husband? I
looked up at him, and smiled and dashed away my tears.
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