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The Hidden Graveyard of Dry Tortugas National Park

The Hidden Graveyard of Dry Tortugas National Park

As members of the 82nd Regiment of the United States Colored Infantry (known colloquially as the 82nd Colored Troop) approached their new duty station on the remote Dry Tortugas islands, magnificent frigatebirds and sooty terns soared overhead. Gradually, the massive red-brick outpost of Fort Jefferson came into view, rising above blue-green waters.

It was September 1865 and just five months earlier the infantrymen had helped take Fort Blakeley, Alabama, in what has since been called “the last stand of the Confederate States of America.” Many of them had been enslaved, and now, after two years at war, they found themselves 70 miles west of Key West at a Union fort-turned-prison. Presumably, and perhaps befittingly, one of their duties here was guarding its most famous convict, Dr. Samuel Mudd, co-conspirator in the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln.

Today, the collection of tiny subtropical islands, which are now a part of Dry Tortugas National Park, look like a paradise. But in the 1800s they were a particularly tough, isolated outpost. Both prisoners and soldiers commonly suffered from intestinal issues, mosquito-borne disease, and other ailments. The 82nd was no exception. In all, 15 members died during their deployment there.

Members of the 82nd Regiment, United States Colored Infantry.
Members of the 82nd Regiment, United States Colored Infantry. Library of Congress / Public Domain

For the next 157 years, their stories remained largely forgotten, until one day in 2023 when maritime archaeologist Joshua Marano found something astonishing—a gravestone, submerged in a few feet of water. Its engraving read: “John Greer, Nov. 5, 1861.”

Greer wasn’t a member of the 82nd. He was a laborer at the fort. But Greer became the catalyst for what would become Marano’s years-long obsession. Marano immediately embarked on a deep dive into historical archives, and into the ocean, to find out more about Greer and anyone else who might be buried in the watery cemetery.

Marano had already known there was a lost cemetery and hospital somewhere near Fort Jefferson. Though hurricanes and rising seas had gradually eroded their island away, he soon found a second grave, plus documents suggesting at least several dozen other people had been buried there. Eventually, personal stories started to emerge, like that of the five-month-old son of the chaplain for the 47th Pennsylvania Volunteers, who died of dysentery.