Harvey Peal was the son of Joseph Andrew Peal and Martha Wilson. He was born in Roanoke, Virginia about 1842 and later located to Kanawha County Virginia (now West Virginia) sometime between 1850 and 1860. At the age of 19, Harvey enlisted in the 22nd Virginia Infantry Regiment of the Confederate Army on June 2, 1861. He was later transferred along with his brother George A. Peal, to Company K, 59th Virginia Infantry Regiment on 25 July 1861. While serving in K Company, 59th Virginia Infantry Harvey was captured and was held as a POW at Fort Delaware. He died there after he was shot and killed by a negro guard. My great grandfather, Harvey Jennings Peal, was named after him.
Excerpts From Swann's "Prison Life At Fort Delaware"
Edited by Elizabeth Cometti
Volume 2, Number 2 (January 1941), pp. 120-141 and Number 3(April 1941), pp. 217-230
PRISONERS COOKING
I got the pan, went where they were cooking and found several hundred prisoners, many of them cooking. They had made little holes in the ground, or set up bricks, over which they set their pots and pans. The cut pieces of plank, shingles etc. into shavings with which they kept up a blaze and I was surprised to see how much cooking was done in this way with a very small piece of plank. Some of them were making a sort of soup, by boiling their bread as I had come to do, some who had money or tobacco were making coffee or tea, frying fish, beef etc. or boiling vegetables, some were waiting like myself to get a chance to boil their bread. Some were standing by looking on,tantalized no doubt, but I never knew a prisoner to beg of another, while the great body of them, over 3,000 were in their quarters. I boiled my bread but found it only temporarily allaid(sic) the cravings of hunger. So after a few trials I stopped(sic) it. I will remark that many who had money often gave their rations to others, as well as their old clothes which was a great help to them. I one day enquired of my lieutenants for --Peal from Rush Creek Kanawha, a brave soldier who was captured with them. They said he was shot on the wharf, I forget where, by a negro soldier. That when the prisoners were landed he went aside a step or too (sic), suffering very much with dysentary (sic),that the guard, a negro, ordered him back into the line, but not rising up promptly he was shot and fell over dead. I said poor Peal was a brave soldier. He has left a widowed mother, his brother George was killed at the battle at the White Sulpher(sic). He was the only man, when a volunteer was called for,that would go for a box of cartridges through the storm of bullets. He was returning with a box of cartridges, and in sight of our lines, when he fell and no one dared go to him. I will remark I happened not long since to be talking about the way the Col: was killed, as above stated, and some one in the company said, "I know that man, his name is ---?---- and he lives in a town in Ohio and every body shuns him."