Bio: Stephen Brock, Jr. : Pittsfield, Merrimack County, New Hampshire

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Submitted by: Rick Giirtman rickman@worldpath.net
Date: March 9, 2001
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From the Book
'History of Pittsfield, N. H. in the Rebellion'
by H. L. Robinson, published 1893


STEPHEN   BROCK,   JR.

Stephen was a brother of the preceding. (*Orrin, John & Charles*) He was
born November, 1840, and died in this town September 15, 1872. He enlisted
in the spring of 1864 in the Second regiment, but for certain reasons was
not mustered into service. He afterwards enlisted in Troop D, First New
Hampshire cavalry, and was mustered into service July 25, 1864, and served
with credit until the close of the war.

Some of the officers in the army became petty tyrants and would abuse the
men whenever they could, but the soldiers lost no opportunity to retaliate.
A major of a certain regiment who was noted in this regard, rode out to a
vidette post where Brock was stationed. As he sat on his horse he began to
find fault with everything.. While he was talking to the sergeant in charge,
Brock went to a fire in the ground where the soldiers were roasting some
sweet potatoes. Raking open the coals, he took a potato in the corner of
his blouse, and going behind the major's horse tucked it under his tail. The
way that horse hugged that hot potato with his caudal appendage and started
down the road toward camp, would have surprised any one who saw it. In fact,
the ride was equal to the one made by the famous "John Gilpin of London
town."