Served as a private in Company H, 4th New Hampshire Infantry, enlisting on 3 Sept 1861 and mustered in on 8 Sept. He was transferred to Co D, 1st US Artillery on 3 Nov 1862, serving there until his discharge on 8 Sept 1864.
Contributor: BLC (47047357) adds:
This is from "History of Pittsfield NH in the Great Revolution," published 1909. Although it says he was born in Pittsfield, all other records show Barnstead:
In a small house standing at the corner of Depot and Bank streets in Pittsfield, William H. Davis was born. He was a son of William and Shuah (Evans) Davis, and lived with his parents, attending school and working in his father's shop as a boot-maker, until he enlisted in Company H, Fourth New Hampshire volunteers. He was mustered into service, September 18, 1861, and served with his regiment until November 3, 1862, when he was transferred to the First U.S. artillery. Here he served the remainder of his term. It would be needless to say that he was a good soldier, for none but the very best could be transferred from volunteer infantry to the regular artillery. He was killed in a railroad accident in 1866.
One day while in Florida, I think, Davis went to a public house to get dinner. The wash basin was on a shelf in the porch, beside it was a bucket of water with a gourd dipper, over the shelf hung a dirty rag for a towel. Davis called out, “Here, landlord, can't you give us a clean towel?” “I reckon so,” said that individual, as he arose from the bench on which he was reclining, and shuffled across the house floor. He got the desired article, and as he handed it to Davis, remarked, “Yuse 'un is the most mighty particular man I ever seed. I reckon that ar towel has hung there three months, and more than five hundred men have wiped on it, and you are the fust one to find fault with it.”
Contributor: BLC (47047357) adds:
This is from "History of Pittsfield NH in the Great Revolution," published 1909. Although it says he was born in Pittsfield, all other records show Barnstead:
In a small house standing at the corner of Depot and Bank streets in Pittsfield, William H. Davis was born. He was a son of William and Shuah (Evans) Davis, and lived with his parents, attending school and working in his father's shop as a boot-maker, until he enlisted in Company H, Fourth New Hampshire volunteers. He was mustered into service, September 18, 1861, and served with his regiment until November 3, 1862, when he was transferred to the First U.S. artillery. Here he served the remainder of his term. It would be needless to say that he was a good soldier, for none but the very best could be transferred from volunteer infantry to the regular artillery. He was killed in a railroad accident in 1866.
One day while in Florida, I think, Davis went to a public house to get dinner. The wash basin was on a shelf in the porch, beside it was a bucket of water with a gourd dipper, over the shelf hung a dirty rag for a towel. Davis called out, “Here, landlord, can't you give us a clean towel?” “I reckon so,” said that individual, as he arose from the bench on which he was reclining, and shuffled across the house floor. He got the desired article, and as he handed it to Davis, remarked, “Yuse 'un is the most mighty particular man I ever seed. I reckon that ar towel has hung there three months, and more than five hundred men have wiped on it, and you are the fust one to find fault with it.”
Served as a private in Company H, 4th New Hampshire Infantry, enlisting on 3 Sept 1861 and mustered in on 8 Sept. He was transferred to Co D, 1st US Artillery on 3 Nov 1862, serving there until his discharge on 8 Sept 1864.
Contributor: BLC (47047357) adds:
This is from "History of Pittsfield NH in the Great Revolution," published 1909. Although it says he was born in Pittsfield, all other records show Barnstead:
In a small house standing at the corner of Depot and Bank streets in Pittsfield, William H. Davis was born. He was a son of William and Shuah (Evans) Davis, and lived with his parents, attending school and working in his father's shop as a boot-maker, until he enlisted in Company H, Fourth New Hampshire volunteers. He was mustered into service, September 18, 1861, and served with his regiment until November 3, 1862, when he was transferred to the First U.S. artillery. Here he served the remainder of his term. It would be needless to say that he was a good soldier, for none but the very best could be transferred from volunteer infantry to the regular artillery. He was killed in a railroad accident in 1866.
One day while in Florida, I think, Davis went to a public house to get dinner. The wash basin was on a shelf in the porch, beside it was a bucket of water with a gourd dipper, over the shelf hung a dirty rag for a towel. Davis called out, “Here, landlord, can't you give us a clean towel?” “I reckon so,” said that individual, as he arose from the bench on which he was reclining, and shuffled across the house floor. He got the desired article, and as he handed it to Davis, remarked, “Yuse 'un is the most mighty particular man I ever seed. I reckon that ar towel has hung there three months, and more than five hundred men have wiped on it, and you are the fust one to find fault with it.”
Contributor: BLC (47047357) adds:
This is from "History of Pittsfield NH in the Great Revolution," published 1909. Although it says he was born in Pittsfield, all other records show Barnstead:
In a small house standing at the corner of Depot and Bank streets in Pittsfield, William H. Davis was born. He was a son of William and Shuah (Evans) Davis, and lived with his parents, attending school and working in his father's shop as a boot-maker, until he enlisted in Company H, Fourth New Hampshire volunteers. He was mustered into service, September 18, 1861, and served with his regiment until November 3, 1862, when he was transferred to the First U.S. artillery. Here he served the remainder of his term. It would be needless to say that he was a good soldier, for none but the very best could be transferred from volunteer infantry to the regular artillery. He was killed in a railroad accident in 1866.
One day while in Florida, I think, Davis went to a public house to get dinner. The wash basin was on a shelf in the porch, beside it was a bucket of water with a gourd dipper, over the shelf hung a dirty rag for a towel. Davis called out, “Here, landlord, can't you give us a clean towel?” “I reckon so,” said that individual, as he arose from the bench on which he was reclining, and shuffled across the house floor. He got the desired article, and as he handed it to Davis, remarked, “Yuse 'un is the most mighty particular man I ever seed. I reckon that ar towel has hung there three months, and more than five hundred men have wiped on it, and you are the fust one to find fault with it.”
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