Reminiscences of the Military Life and Sufferings of Col. Timothy Bigelow, Commander of the Fifteenth Regiment of the Massachusetts Line in the Continental Army, during — A Reader’s Guide

A Father's Recollections as Source

Hersey repeatedly flags that his information comes from “one of Col. Bigelow's men” or from his own father's lap. The introduction makes this explicit: his father spent eight years in the struggle and taught him Bigelow's name “long before I was able to articulate his name.” This reliance on personal testimony gives the book its emotional weight but also its limits. Hersey does not cite official records or letters; he reports what he heard. For instance, the anecdote of a cowardly Worcester soldier who cried “In the name of God, why don't Col. Bigelow order us to retreat?” is attributed to a veteran who was present. Hersey withholds the man's name because his children still live in the city—a detail that underscores the tight-knit, local nature of his evidence.

Bigelow's Relentless Devotion

The colonel is portrayed as a man who “seemed to feel that the whole responsibility of the struggle rested on him.” Hersey catalogs hardships that failed to cool his ardor: “the deep snows of Quebec,” “the fetid stench of an English prison ship,” “the blood and carnage of Saratoga and of Monmouth,” and “the blood-stained soil of Valley Forge.” The prose accumulates these trials in parallel clauses, building a portrait of unyielding resolve. At Verplanck's Point, when the fort of Lafayette is stormed, Bigelow lays aside his sword, takes a musket from a sick soldier, and fights “more like a tiger than a man.” The language is deliberately heightened, aiming to inspire rather than to document precise tactics.

Local Geography and the Worcester Lens

Hersey repeatedly anchors Bigelow's story to Worcester, Massachusetts. Bigelow left “Worcester and all its pleasant associations” to fight. The cowardly soldier is identified only as a Worcester man whose children “are now living here.” Hersey himself writes from Worcester, and the book was printed there by Henry J. Howland. This local focus means that distant campaigns—Quebec, Pennsylvania, the Carolinas—are filtered through the hometown perspective. When Hersey describes Peekskill as “forty-six miles north of New York, and one hundred and six miles south of Albany,” he is not just giving distances; he is mapping the war for readers who know their own county but may not know the Hudson Valley.

The Emotional Weight of the Wyoming Massacre

One of the most charged moments in the excerpts is Bigelow's reaction to the “bloody butchery at Wyoming.” Hersey reports that upon hearing the news, Bigelow “walked his room for one hour without speaking,” then exclaimed, “Our worst enemies are those of our own household.” The phrase targets Tories, whom Bigelow later confronts at Robinson's Farms, breaking up a “nest” supplying the British. Hersey calls this encounter a “bloodless battle,” but the emotional register is anything but bloodless: Bigelow's “iron nerve” is aroused “to its utmost tension.” The anecdote reveals how Hersey uses a single event to crystallize Bigelow's character—his silence, his delayed outburst, and his subsequent action against internal enemies.

Hersey's Reminiscences is best read as a memorial, not a military history. Its value lies in the texture of inherited memory—the weeping father, the unnamed coward, the colonel who fought with a borrowed musket. Readers interested in the social history of Revolutionary commemoration in mid-nineteenth-century Worcester will find rich material here. Those seeking a balanced campaign narrative should look elsewhere. Approach the book as a document of how one family and one community chose to remember a hero, and you will find its quiet power.