Lieut. Col. Klein, with the re-enlisting veterans of the regiment, were given a thirty days furlough after re-enlisting; they sailed for the North and were received in New Haven with demonstrations of respect, escorted to Music Hall, where Mayor Tyler addressed a welcome to the returning soldiers, after which they sat down to a banquet provided for them.
The regiment remained at Hilton Head through the fall and winter months of ’63 and ’64, engaging in an occasional scout after the Johnnies, drilling and doing fatigue duty in various ways. If a battery was to be built or earthworks thrown up, the Sixth was sure to have a hand in it. Many of our officers having resigned and our ranks being depleted by disease, we were finally ordered, with our corps, to join Butler on the James River, and we bade adieu to South Carolina on the 27th of April, 1864, and sailed for our new scene of labor and strife. We arrived at Hampton Roads after due time and landed at Gloucester Point, opposite Yorktown. Here we found large numbers of troops encamped in very close proximity to each other, and indications pointed to a general advance along the line. The
redoubtable Ben seemed in his element and was busy from morning till far into the night, making the necessary preparations for the conflict. Our corps (the 10th), and the 18th corps, under Gen. W. F. Smith, were ordered to pack up all the surplus clothing belonging to the officers and men, and the cooks were divested of all their cooking utensils except two camp kettles. Large quantities of clothes and goods were put in boxes and barrels and shipped to Norfolk, where they were to be stored; but, unfortunately, the steamer containing the goods of the Sixth sprung a leak and sank, the crew barely escaping with their lives. Butler ordered the command to go as light as possible in regard to clothing and effects, and the rations were cut down to such extent that we were to be deprived of many articles that were palatable to a soldier. Beef, beans and potatoes were excluded from our bill of fare, and bacon and salt pork were to be more freely used. Half rations of soap and full rations of whiskey and quinine were among the items which were considered necessary for our comfort, and lastly, two pairs of Uncle Sam’s brogans were ordered for each man, fearing, perhaps, that the sacred mud of Virginia might draw off one pair while experiencing a march after a gentle fall of dew.
May 4th, the whole command embarked at Gloucester Point and ascended the James. The infantry,
artillery and cavalry numbered about 25,000 men, all told. The gunboats went up the river a day earlier than the transports. The scenery along the banks of the James was indeed beautiful; the corn and cotton crops were growing splendidly; large fields in cultivation met the eye on every hand, and everything clearly indicated that Johnny Reb did not expect us quite so soon. The steamers were crowded with the troops, and the bunting streaming from the masts and rigging was a pleasing sight to all beholders. If the enemy saw this advance of Butler’s army coming they could not but dread the results.
The 6th of May the entire force landed at Bermuda Hundred and pushed inland. The day was extremely warm and the extra pair of brogans that “Bennie” made us take were soon thrown off, as well as blankets and knapsacks,--anything to lighten our load. The march through the woods and fields was strewed with these articles, but none could tell whether they would ever be needed again, for we wist not what was before us. We marched about eight miles and halted for the night in a piece of pine woods, where we threw up a rude entrenchment to cover us against a sudden attack. The night passed with no general alarm, although the advance pickets skirmished with the enemy. We were up betimes in the morning and on the move, passing many swamps and deep morasses, which made progress slow. A large detachment
were felling trees to make passage for the artillery through the woods and swamps.
On the 9th of May our division moved on to the Petersburg & Richmond R. R., at Chester station, where we cut the telegraph wires and tore up the track, burning the ties and poles. Our brigade pried up the rails as we stood close together, and tumbled them down a steep bank. Over a half mile of track was thus disposed of at a time. We destroyed about three miles of the track at this time and guarded the turnpike and all approaches, while the 18th army corps engaged the rebels near Richmond, but with little success, except to find their position. The next day Gen. D. H. Hill’s corps advanced from Richmond and our forces engaged them all along the line. After a sharp contest which continued over two hours, the rebels withdrew from the field and we retired a short distance to the rear. The casualties of the Sixth were one killed (Capt. Jay P. Wilcox), twenty wounded and four missing.
Captain Wilcox left Waterbury as a private soldier in the Sixth, but was soon promoted to the rank of corporal and thence passed rapidly to that of captain. As an officer, Capt. Wilcox gained the honor and respect of all under his command. Resolute, bold and fearless, he proved an honor to the cause, and the Union lost one of its noblest defenders.
On the 14th of May the Sixth was ordered, with