Si Klegg and shorty question

[ScottFugate]

Hinman vs McElroy

There seems to be an impression that Wilbur Hinman’s “Si Klegg” is the genuine article, and that the McElroy books are derivative works. I have found that this impression is a false one. I recently acquired a 1910 Copy of McElroy’s Si Klegg: His Transformation from a Raw Recruit to a Veteran. In the Preface, the book states that:

“Si Klegg, of the 200th Ind., and Shorty, his Partner”, were born more than 25 years ago (ed - i.e. 1885) in the brain of John McElroy, editor of THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE, who invented the names and characters, outlined the general plan, and wrote a number of the chapters. Subsequently, the editor, having many more important things pressing upon his attention, called in an assistant (ed – presumably one Wilbur Hinman) to help on this work, and this assistant, under direction and guidance of the editor, wrote some of these chapters. Subsequently, without the editor’s knowledge or consent, the assistant adopted all the material as his own, and expanded it into a book which had a limited sale and then passed into the usual oblivion of short-lived subscription books.

Parenthetical elements are my comments. Anybody know of any legal action between McElroy and Hinman?

My book is annotated as Book Number 1. There are seven numbered volumes. Numbers two through seven were serialized in the National Tribune starting in 1897, and running for seven years. All were reprinted in 1910, evidently. Here are the titles in order:

Si Klegg His Transformation From A Raw Recruit To A Veteran (Book 1)
Si Klegg: Thru the Stone River Campaign and In Winter Quarters at Murfreesboro (Book 2)
Si & Shorty Meet Mr. Rosenbaum, the Spy, Who Relates His Adventures (Book 3)
Si Klegg. Experiences of Si and Shorty on the Great Tullahoma Campaign (Book 4)
Si Klegg The Deacon's Adventures at Chatta-Nooga in Caring for the Boys (Book 5)
Si and Shorty, with their Boy Recruits, Enter on the Atlanta Campaign (Book 6)
Si Shorty and the Boys are Captured at Kenesaw and taken to Andersonville (Book 7)

There is one more called “Further Mishaps to Si Klegg & Shorty. The Second Year of Their Service”. I’m not sure where this one goes in the series. Si and Shorty enlist shortly before Perryville in Book 1, so their second year would start about the time of the Battle of Chickamauga. That would be between books 4 and 5. I have it ordered, so I can soon let y’all know.

Scott Fugate
WIG

[CeeBeeRebel]

Re: Si Klegg and shorty question

So does anybody know how the series ends after their capture?


Brandon Sollars

[Company Tailor]

Re: Si Klegg and shorty question

They escape. It's in Hinman's book.

[Tom Ezell]

Re: Hinman vs McElroy

There is one more called “Further Mishaps to Si Klegg & Shorty. The Second Year of Their Service”. I’m not sure where this one goes in the series. Si and Shorty enlist shortly before Perryville in Book 1, so their second year would start about the time of the Battle of Chickamauga. That would be between books 4 and 5. I have it ordered, so I can soon let y’all know.

Further Mishaps... covers what appears to be Books 2 and 3 in your list... It starts on the march to Murfreesboro as noted above, and ends with what appears to be the resolution of Mr. Rosenbaum's adventures and Shorty's near-run escape from marriage to a Southern "belle."

Tom
(on to Tullahoma...)

[Cleaveland]

Re: Hinman vs McElroy

[QUOTE=ScottFugate]There seems to be an impression that Wilbur Hinman’s “Si Klegg” is the genuine article, and that the McElroy books are derivative works. I have found that this impression is a false one. I recently acquired a 1910 Copy of McElroy’s Si Klegg: His Transformation from a Raw Recruit to a Veteran. In the Preface, the book states that:

“Si Klegg, of the 200th Ind., and Shorty, his Partner”, were born more than 25 years ago (ed - i.e. 1885) in the brain of John McElroy, editor of THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE, who invented the names and characters, outlined the general plan, and wrote a number of the chapters. Subsequently, the editor, having many more important things pressing upon his attention, called in an assistant (ed – presumably one Wilbur Hinman) to help on this work, and this assistant, under direction and guidance of the editor, wrote some of these chapters. Subsequently, without the editor’s knowledge or consent, the assistant adopted all the material as his own, and expanded it into a book which had a limited sale and then passed into the usual oblivion of short-lived subscription books.

Parenthetical elements are my comments. Anybody know of any legal action between McElroy and Hinman?

All I know is that Hinman was actually in the service during the war I believe he as an adj. . He wrote another book, "The sherman Brigade" available in reprint from higginson books in boston, about the 65th and 64th Ohio which includes some very similar information as is in the si klegg book.
john

[64OVI]

Re: Hinman vs McElroy

[QUOTE=Cleaveland]

There seems to be an impression that Wilbur Hinman’s “Si Klegg” is the genuine article, and that the McElroy books are derivative works. I have found that this impression is a false one. I recently acquired a 1910 Copy of McElroy’s Si Klegg: His Transformation from a Raw Recruit to a Veteran. In the Preface, the book states that:

“Si Klegg, of the 200th Ind., and Shorty, his Partner”, were born more than 25 years ago (ed - i.e. 1885) in the brain of John McElroy, editor of THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE, who invented the names and characters, outlined the general plan, and wrote a number of the chapters. Subsequently, the editor, having many more important things pressing upon his attention, called in an assistant (ed – presumably one Wilbur Hinman) to help on this work, and this assistant, under direction and guidance of the editor, wrote some of these chapters. Subsequently, without the editor’s knowledge or consent, the assistant adopted all the material as his own, and expanded it into a book which had a limited sale and then passed into the usual oblivion of short-lived subscription books.

Parenthetical elements are my comments. Anybody know of any legal action between McElroy and Hinman?

All I know is that Hinman was actually in the service during the war I believe he as an adj. . He wrote another book, "The sherman Brigade" available in reprint from higginson books in boston, about the 65th and 64th Ohio which includes some very similar information as is in the si klegg book.
john

Wilbur Hinman was a veteran of the war rising from 1st Sgt of Company E of the 65th OVI to become an officer by wars end. He was an original member of the 65th OVI and served with the regiment for the entire duration of the war. After the war among his vocations, he was a newspaperman (but I dont think for the National Tribune) and in attending reunions of the "Sherman Brigade" he began collecting information from the diaries, letters, memories of his fellow soldiers and published his regimental history of the four units that made up the so called Sherman Brigade. This name was a local one in regards to the 64th OVI, 65th OVI, 6th Ohio Battery and McLaughlins Squadron of Cavalry which were raised together under the impetus of Sen John Sherman, a local lawyer. Thus the name
The history wasnt published until 1897 and Hinman describes the long process he undertook to produce the work. The writing itself took two years.
The work was sold as a subscription piece and marketed to Hinman's comrades in the units.
Over the course of my research on the 64th OVI, I have had the pleasure of meeting or being in contact with a number of descendants. One such family is that of Chauncy Woodruff who served as adjutant for the 64th and was also one of many sources Hinman would use to tell the story. I have a copy of a post war letter of Woodruffs that mentions that the publishing house of Braggins & Co had sent him an urgent request to flout Hinmans Si Klegg in this locality. He says that after selling 65 copies of Grants memoirs, he was cured of the book agent mania. He mentions two fellow officers who had lent their names to help push Si Klegg and he says he was suspicious that some of the material originally intended for our history has helped to enlarge that extravgently puffed work - at any rate we can readily infer why our history has hung fire with him.-
Si Klegg was published in 1887, so it appears clear that while Hinman began gathering material for the later regimental history, at some point his efforts went in the direction of the Si Klegg work. A move that wasnt popular with his fellow comrades who were waiting on publication of the official history.
Somewhere I have some material sent to me by Bill Hinman, Wilburs descendant. I will see if I can contact him and find out more concerning this McElroy controversy.
For the record, anyone who reads both Si Klegg and "The Sherman Brigade" will instantly recognize that the same author wrote both.

Kent Dorr
64th OVI

[Tom Ezell]

Time for Another Taste...

From the continuing adventures of Si and Shorty, in McElroy's Further Mishaps... (Copyright 1897, The National Tribune)

The last time we saw our heroes, they were sitting on a fence rail cussing everything from Posey County down to the Cumberland River in Tennessee...

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CHAPTER II

SECOND DAY’S MARCH – THE LONG COLUMN CRAWLS THROUGH RAIN AND COLD TO MURFREESBORO.

SI KLEGG was generous with his rail, as he was with all things among his comrades. He selected the softest part, in the center, for himself and Shorty, and then invited the other boys to share its hospitalities. They crowded up close to him and Shorty on either side, and there seemed to come a little warmth and dryness from the close contact of their bodies.

Si was so mortally tired that it seemed a great relief just to sit still and rest, though the rain continued to pour down.

Shorty fished some hardtack and fried pork out of his haversack, and also gave him a handful of ground coffee. Si munched the crackers and meat, with an occasional nip at the coffee. His spirits began to rise just a trifle. He was too healthy in body and mind to be totally downcast for long.

"'Tis n't much of a supper," he said to himself, "but it beats nothin' at all miles and miles. Besides, I was mighty lucky in gettin' the biggest rail. Some that the other boys has are no good at all. They'll let 'em right down in the mud. And most o' the boys has no rails at all. I'm awfully sorry for 'em." Then he began to wonder if they were not over-cautious about the nearness of the enemy. He had been in the army just long enough to have contempt for the stories that were always current with a certain class about the proximity and strength of the enemy. Shorty was not of that kind; but, then, Shorty was as liable to be imposed upon as anybody.

"How do you know there's a rebel battery on the hill out there?" he finally asked Shorty.

"They, belted into the Oshkosh Terrors, out there to our right, killed a mule, scared two teamsters to death, and knocked over three or four kittles of coffee. It was awful unlucky about the coffee," answered Shorty.

"How long ago was that?"

"O, several hours ago. Just after we turned into the field, and long before you come up."

"Mebbe they've gone off now. Mebbe, if they're there yet, their ammynition's so soaked that they can't shoot. What do you say to startin' a little fire? It'd be an immense comfort. Unless we can dry out a little we'll be soaked into such mush before morning that we can't keep our shape, and they'll have to ladle us up with dippers."

"It's strictly against orders."

"You mean it was against orders several hours ago. I can't see nothin' on that hill over there. I've been watchin' for half an hour. There's nothin' movin'. Mebbe the orders has been changed, an' you haint heard about it," persisted Si. "Mebbe the Orderly that was bringing 'em 's stuck in the mud. Mebbe the rain's soaked 'em so's they can't be read. If anybody's got any dry matches I'm goin' to chance it."

Word was passed along the rail, and at length one of the boys was found to have some matches in a tin box which was proof against the rain.

Si got out his knife and whittled down a corner of the rail until he came to the dry part, and got off some shavings. Splinters were contributed by the others, and after several failures a small flame was started.

"Here, what in the world are you men doing there?" came in the stentorian tones of the Colonel, who it startled Si to discover was sitting a short distance behind him. "Put that light out this instant."

Even before the command could be obeyed, four great flashes burned out like lightning in the murky darkness on the hilltop. Four cannon roared, and four shells screeched toward Si and his companions, who instinctively toppled over backward into the mud. One of the shells struck in the mud a few yards in front, burst with a deafening report, and sent over them a deluge of very wet Tennessee real estate.

"The battery's out there yit, Si," said Shorty, as they gathered themselves up and carefully stamped out every spark of fire.

"It's 'tendin' strictly to business," remarked Wes Williams.

"Its ammynition don't seem to be a mite wet," added Jim Hutchinson.

"There, you see, now," said the Colonel sternly. "I'll tie up by the thumbs the next man that dares scratch a match."

"You jest kin if I do," muttered Si, scraping off some of the superabundant mud, and resuming his seat on the rail. "This dog's cured of suckin' eggs."

He set the butt of his gun down in front of him, clasped his hands around the barrel, leaned his head on them, and went to sleep.

He was so tired that he could have slept anywhere and in any position. He was dimly conscious during the night that the rain ceased and that it turned bitter cold. He was not going to wake up for trifles like that. His sleep was one thing that he never allowed any interference with.

But with the first gray streaks of dawn in the east some uneasy, meddlesome spirit in the 200th Ind. happened to be awake, and he awakened the Adjutant, who cuffed and shook the headquarters drummer until he awakened and beat the reveille. This aroused the weary Orderly-Sergeants, who started upon the task of getting up the bone-wracked, aching-muscled men. In 10 minutes there was enough discontent and bitter grumbling in the 200th Indiana to have furnished forth a new political party.

The awakening process finally reached those of Co. Q who had roosted on Si's rail all night.

Si vigorously insisted on being let alone; that he hadn't been asleep five minutes, and that, anyhow, it was not his turn to go on guard. But the Orderly-Sergeant of Co. Q was a persistent fellow, and would not be denied.

When Si finally tried to rise he found that, in addition to the protests of his stiff legs, he was pinned firmly down. Feeling around to ascertain the cause, he discovered that the tail of his overcoat and his shoes had become deeply imbedded in the mud, and frozen solidly there. Shorty was in the same fix.

"Got to shuck yourself out o' your overcoat, and leave them gunboats anchored where they are," remarked Shorty, doing as he said, and falling in for roll-call in his stocking feet.

After roll-call Si got a hatchet from one of the boys and chopped his and Shorty's shoes out. The overcoats were left for subsequent effort, for the first thing was to get some wood and water and cook breakfast.

The morning was bitter cold and the sky overcast, but Si felt that this was a thousand times better than the cheerless rain, which seemed to soak his very life out of him.

He pounded most of the frozen mud off his shoes, picked up the camp-kettle, and started off for wood and water, broke the ice on the creek, took a good wash, and presently came back with a load of dry pine and a kettle full of water.

"My joints feel like I think an old wagon does after it's gone about a year without greasing," he remarked to Shorty, who had a good fire going ; "but I think that after I get about a quart o' hot coffee inside of me, with a few pounds o' pork and crackers, I'll be nearly as good as new again. My, how good that grub does smell! An' did you ever see such a nice fire?"

He chopped his and Shorty's overcoats out while Shorty was cooking breakfast, and when at last he sat down on one end of his rail and ate enough toasted hard bread and crisp fried side-meat to feed a small family for a week, washing it down with something near a quart of black coffee sweetened with coarse brown sugar, life began again to have some charms for him.

"You're sure that dumbed battery's gone that shot at us last night, are you, Shorty?" he said, as he drained his cup, fastened it again to the strap of his haversack, and studied the top of the hill with a critical eye.

"They say it is," said Shorty, between bites. "While you was down at the crick a man come over from the camp o' the Oshkosh Terrors, and said two o' their companies 'd been onto the hill, and the rebels had gone."

"I wish them Oshkosh fellers'd mind their own business," said Si, irritably, as he picked up his gun and began rubbing the mud and rust off. "They're entirely too fresh for a new regiment. That battery was none of theirs. It was ours, right in our front, an' if they'd let it alone till after breakfast we'd gone up and taken it. It was just the right size for the 200th Indiana, and we wanted a chance at it. But now they've had to stick in and run it off."

"Don't worry," said Shorty, fishing out another cracker; "it hasn't gone too far. 'Taint lost. You'll have a chance at it some other time. Mebbe to-day yet."

The army began to move out very promptly, and soon the 200th Indiana was called to take its place in the long column that crawled over the hills and across the valleys toward Murfreesboro, like some gigantic blue serpent moving toward his prey.

Miles ahead of the 200th Indiana's place in the column the rebels were offering annoying disputation of farther progress. Lines as brown as the dried leaves on the oak trees would form on the hilltops, batteries would gallop into position, and there would be sharp bangs by the cannon and a sputter of musketry-fire.

Then the long, blue serpent would wriggle out of the road into the fields, as if coiling to strike. Union batteries would rush on to hilltops and fire across valleys at the rebel cannon, and a sputter of musketry would answer that from the leaf-brown ranks on the hilltops, which would dissolve and march back to the next hilltop, where the thing would be gone over again. The 200th Indiana would occasionally see one of these performances as it marched over and down one of the hills.

As the afternoon was wearing away the 200th Indiana kept nearing the front, where this wars going on. Finally, when the dull day was shading into dusk, and the brigade ahead of it was forming in the field at the foot of a hill to open a bickering fire against the dun line at the top, the 200th Indiana was. taken off the road and marched away over to the left, where it was put into line in front of a dense grove of cedars.

"Capt. McGillicuddy," commanded the Colonel to the Captain of Co. Q, "advance your company as skirmishers to the edge of the cedars, and send a Corporal and five men into the thicket to see if there is anything there?'

"Corporal Klegg," said the Captain, "take five men off the left of the company and go in and see what's in there."

Si was instantly fired with the importance of the duty assigned him. He sent two of his men to the left, two to the right, while he and Shorty, a little distance apart, struck for the heart of the thicket. They made their way with difficulty through the dense chaparral for some minutes, and then stopped, as they heard voices and the crashing of branches in front.

Si's heart thumped against his ribs. He looked over to his left, and saw Shorty standing there peering earnestly into the brush, with his gun cocked and ready to fire. He ran over to him and whispered:

"What do you see, Shorty?"

"Nothin' yit, but I expect to every minute," replied Shorty, without turning his intent eyes. Si's gun was already cocked, and he bent his head for ward eagerly, to get a better view. But he could see nothing, except that the tops of the bushes were shaking.

"Shall we skip back an' report?" asked Si.

"I ain't goin' till I see something," said Shorty, stoutly.

"Nor me," echoed Si, rather ashamed that he had suggested it.

"Steady, there; steady, on the right! Come forward with that left company," called out a stern voice in front.

"Must be a full regiment in there," whispered Si, craning his neck still farther. The tramping and crashing increased.

"Steady, men, I tell you ! Steady ! Dress on the center," commanded the unseen Colonel. "Forward! Forward !"

In spite of his perturbation, Si noticed that the sounds did not seem to be coming any nearer.

"We must get a squint at 'em," he said, desperately, to Shorty. "Let's git down an' crawl forward. There must be an openin' somewhere."

They got down on their hands and knees, so as to avoid as many as possible of the thickly-interlaced branches. Soon they came to a rift which led to an opening of some rods in circumference. Raising their heads cautiously above a moss-covered log, they saw in the opening a stalwart Sergeant with five or six men. The Sergeant was standing there with his eyes fixed on the tops of the trees, apparently thinking of the next series of commands he was to give, while the men were busy breaking limbs off the cedars.

Si and Shorty immediately grasped the situation.

"Forward, Co. Q!" yelled Si at the top of his lungs. "Surrender, you consarned rebels, or we'll blow your heads off," he added, as he and Shorty jumped forward into the opening and leveled their guns on the squad.

"What'n thunder was you fellers makin' all that racket fur," Si asked the Sergeant as he was marching him back to the skirmish-line.

"Ouah Cunnel," explained the Sergeant, "wuz afeared you'ns 'd try to flank us through the thicket, and sent me down to make a rumpus and hold you back , while he fit you in front. But whar's your company?"

"We'll come to it soon," said Si.

(to be continued...)