The war had now assumed proportions altogether vaster than
had been anticipated by either the North or the South. No man at the North,
perhaps no man on either side, had at its beginning a clearer perception of the
probable magnitude of the struggle than General W. T. Sherman. Although he was
regarded even then by his people as an officer of unusual promise, and a
typical representative of the courage and constancy of the stalwart sons of the
great West, yet he called upon himself and his prophecy the criticism of those
whose views did not accord with his predictions. However uncomfortable these
criticisms may have been to his friends, they did not seem to disturb his
equanimity or force him to modify his opinion that it would require a vastly
larger army than was generally supposed necessary to penetrate the heart of the
South. He seemed to have, at that early period, a well-defined idea of the
desperate resistance to be made by the Southern people. Possibly this ability
to look into the future may have been in some measure due to a superior
knowledge of the characteristics of the Southern people acquired during his
former residence among them; but whatever the source of his information,
General Sherman lived to see the correctness of his opinions abundantly
verified. Some years after the war, when General Sherman visited Atlanta, the
brilliant and witty Henry W. Grady, in a speech made to him on his arrival,
playfully referred to the former visit of the general, and to the condition in
which that visit had left the city. Grady said: " And they do say, general,
that you are a little careless about fire." General Sherman must have felt
compensated for any allusions to the marks he had left when "marching through
Georgia" by the courtesies shown him while in Atlanta, as well as by the
people's appreciation of the remarkably generous terms offered by him to
General Johnston's army at the surrender in North Carolina. Those terms were
rejected in Washington because of their liberality.
Like two mighty giants preparing for a test of strength, the
Union and Confederate armies now arrayed themselves for still bloodier
encounters. In this encounter the one went down, and in that the other; but
each rose from its fall, if not with renewed strength, at least with increased
resolve. In the Southwest, as well as in Virginia, the blows between the mighty
contestants came fast and hard. Both were in the field for two and a half years
more of the most herculean struggle the world has ever witnessed.
At Antietam, or Sharpsburg, as the Confederates call it, on
the soil of Maryland, occurred one of the most desperate though indecisive
battles of modern times. The Union forces numbered about 60,000, the
Confederates about 35,000. This battle left its lasting impress upon my body as
well as upon my memory.
General George B. McClellan, after his displacement, had
been again assigned to the command of the Union forces. The restoration of this
brilliant soldier seemed to have imparted new life to that army. Vigorously
following up the success achieved at South Mountain, McClellan, on the 16th day
of September, 1862, marshalled his veteran legions on the eastern hills
bordering the Antietam. On the opposite slopes, near the picturesque village of
Sharpsburg, stood the embattled lines of Lee. As these vast American armies,
the one clad in blue and the other in gray, stood contemplating each other from
the adjacent hills, flaunting their defiant banners, they presented an array of
martial splendor that was not equalled, perhaps, on any other field. It was in
marked contrast with other battle-grounds. On the open plain, where stood these
hostile hosts in long lines, listening in silence for the signal summoning them
to battle, there were no breastworks, no abatis, no intervening woodlands, nor
abrupt hills, nor hiding-places, nor impassable streams. The space over which
the assaulting columns were to march, and on which was soon to occur the
tremendous struggle, consisted of smooth and gentle undulations and a narrow
valley covered with green grass and growing corn. From the position assigned me
near the centre of Lee's lines, both armies and the entire field were in view.
The scene was not only magnificent to look upon, but the realization of what it
meant was deeply impressive. Even in times of peace our sensibilities are
stirred by the sight of a great army passing in review. How infinitely more
thrilling in the dread moments before the battle to look upon two mighty armies
upon the same plain, "beneath spread ensigns and bristling bayonets" waiting
for the impending crash and sickening carnage!
Behind McClellan's army the country was open and traversed
by broad macadamized roads leading to Washington and Baltimore. The defeat,
therefore, or even the total rout of Union forces, meant not necessarily the
destruction of that army, but, more probably, its temporary disorganization and
rapid retreat through a country abounding in supplies, and toward cities rich
in men and means. Behind Lee's Confederates, on the other hand, was the Potomac
River, too deep to be forded by his infantry, except at certain points. Defeat
and total rout of his army meant, therefore, not only its temporary
disorganization, but its possible destruction. And yet that bold leader did not
hesitate to give battle. Such was his confidence in the steadfast courage and
oft-tested prowess of his troops that he threw his lines across McClellan's
front with their backs against the river. Doubtless General Lee would have
preferred, as all prudent commanders would, to have the river in his front
instead of his rear; but he wisely, as the sequel proved, elected to order
Jackson from Harper's Ferry, and, with his entire army, to meet McClellan on
the eastern shore rather than risk the chances of having the Union commander
assail him while engaged in crossing the Potomac.
On the elevated points beyond the narrow valley the Union
batteries were rolled into position, and the Confederate heavy guns unlimbered
to answer them. For one or more seconds, and before the first sounds reached
us, we saw the great volumes of white smoke rolling from the mouths of
McClellan's artillery. The next second brought the roar of the heavy discharges
and the loud explosions of hostile shells in the midst of our lines,
inaugurating the great battle. The Confederate batteries promptly responded;
and while the artillery of both armies thundered, McClellan's compact columns
of infantry fell upon the left of Lee's lines with the crushing weight of a
land-slide. The Confederate battle line was too weak to withstand the momentum
of such a charge. Pressed back, but neither hopelessly broken nor dismayed, the
Southern troops, enthused by Lee's presence, reformed their lines, and, with a
shout as piercing as the blast of a thousand bugles, rushed in counter-charge
upon the exulting Federals, hurled them back in confusion, and recovered all
the ground that had been lost. Again and again, hour after hour, by charges and
counter-charges, this portion of the field was lost and recovered, until the
green corn that grew upon it looked as if it had been struck by a storm of
bloody hail.
Up to this hour not a shot had been fired in my front. There
was an ominous lull on the left. From sheer exhaustion, both sides, like
battered and bleeding athletes, seemed willing to rest. General Lee took
advantage of the respite and rode along his lines on the right and centre. He
was accompanied by Division Commander General D. H. Hill. With that wonderful
power which he possessed of divining the plans and purposes of his antagonist,
General Lee had decided that the Union commander's next heavy blow would fall
upon our centre, and those of us who held that important position were notified
of this conclusion. We were cautioned to be prepared for a determined assault
and urged to hold that centre at any sacrifice, as a break at that point would
endanger his entire army. My troops held the most advanced position on this
part of the field, and there was no supporting line behind us. It was evident,
therefore, that my small force was to receive the first impact of the expected
charge and to be subjected to the deadliest fire. To comfort General Lee and
General Hill, and especially to make, if possible, my men still more resolute
of purpose, I called aloud to these officers as they rode away: "These men are
going to stay here, General, till the sun goes down or victory is won." Alas!
many of the brave fellows are there now.
General Lee had scarcely reached his left before the
predicted assault came. The day was clear and beautiful, with scarcely a cloud
in the sky. The men in blue filed down the opposite slope, crossed the little
stream (Antietam), and formed in my front, an assaulting column four lines
deep. The front line came to a " charge bayonets," the other lines to a "right
shoulder shift." The brave Union commander, superbly mounted, placed himself in
front, while his band in rear cheered them with martial music. It was a
thrilling spectacle. The entire force, I concluded, was composed of fresh
troops from Washington or some camp of instruction. So far as I could see,
every soldier wore white gaiters around his ankles. The banners above them had
apparently never been discolored by the smoke and dust of battle. Their
gleaming bayonets hashed like burnished silver in the sunlight. With the
precision of step and perfect alignment of a holiday parade, this magnificent
array moved to the charge, every step keeping time to the tap of the
deep-sounding drum. As we stood looking upon that brilliant pageant, I thought,
if I did not say, " What a pity to spoil with bullets such a scene of martial
beauty!" But there was nothing else to do. Mars is not an æsthetic god;
and he was directing every part of this game in which giants were the
contestants. On every preceding field where I had been engaged it had been my
fortune to lead or direct charges, and not to receive them ; or else to move as
the tides of battle swayed in the one direction or the other. Now my duty was
to move neither to the front nor to the rear, but to stand fast, holding that
centre under whatever pressure and against any odds.
Every act and movement of the Union commander in my front
clearly indicated his purpose to discard bullets and depend upon bayonets. He
essayed to break through Lee's centre by the crushing weight and momentum of
his solid column. It was my business to prevent this ; and how to do it with my
single line was the tremendous problem which had to be solved, and solved
quickly ; for the column was coming. As I saw this solid mass of men moving
upon me with determined step and front of steel, every conceivable plan of
meeting and repelling it was rapidly considered. To oppose man against man and
strength against strength was impossible ; for there were four lines of blue to
my one of gray. My first impulse was to open fire upon the compact mass as soon
as it came within reach of my rifles, and to pour into its front an incessant
hail-storm of bullets during its entire advance across the broad, open plain;
but after a moment's reflection that plan was also discarded. It was rejected
because, during the few minutes required for the column to reach my line, I
could not hope to kill and disable a sufficient number of the enemy to reduce
his strength to an equality with mine. The only remaining plan was one which I
had never tried but in the efficacy of which I had the utmost faith. It was to
hold my fire until the advancing Federals were almost upon my lines, and then
turn loose a sheet of flame and lead into their faces. I did not believe that
any troops on earth, with empty guns in their hands, could withstand so sudden
a shock and withering a fire. The programme was fixed in my own mind, all
horses were sent to the rear, and my men were at once directed to lie down upon
the grass and clover. They were quickly made to understand, through my aides
and line officers, that the Federals were coming upon them with unloaded guns ;
that not a shot would be fired at them, and that not one of our rifles was to
be discharged until my voice should be heard from the centre commanding " Fire
! " They were carefully instructed in the details. They were notified that I
would stand at the centre, watching the advance, while they were lying upon
their breasts with rifles pressed to their shoulders, and that they were not to
expect my order to fire until the Federals were so close upon us that every
Confederate bullet would take effect.
There was no artillery at this point upon either side, and
not a rifle was discharged. The stillness was literally oppressive, as in close
order, with the commander still riding in front, this column of Union infantry
moved majestically in the charge. In a few minutes they were within easy range
of our rifles, and some of my impatient men asked permission to fire. " Not
yet" I replied. " Wait for the order." Soon they were so close that we might
have seen the eagles on their buttons; but my brave and eager boys still waited
for the order. Now the front rank was within a few rods of where I stood. It
would not do to wait another second, and with all my lung power I shouted "
Fire ! "
My rifles flamed and roared in the Federals' faces like a
blinding blaze of lightning accompanied by the quick and deadly thunderbolt.
The effect was appalling. The entire front line, with few exceptions, went down
in the consuming blast. The gallant commander and his horse fell in a heap near
where I stoodthe horse dead, the rider unhurt. Before his rear lines
could recover from the terrific shock, my exultant men were on their feet,
devouring them with successive volleys. Even then these stubborn blue lines
retreated in fairly good order. My front had been cleared ; Lee's centre had
been saved ; and yet not a drop of blood had been lost by my men. The result,
however, of this first effort to penetrate the Confederate centre did not
satisfy the intrepid Union commander. Beyond the range of my rides he reformed
his men into three lines, and on foot led them to the second charge, still with
unloaded guns. This advance was also repulsed; but again and again did he
advance in four successive charges in the fruitless effort to break through my
lines with the bayonets. Finally his troops were ordered to load. He drew up in
close rank and easy range, and opened a galling fire upon my line.
I must turn aside from my story at this point to express my
regret that I have never been able to ascertain the name of this lion-hearted
Union officer. His indomitable will and great courage have been equalled on
other fields and in both armies; but I do not believe they have ever been
surpassed. Just before I fell and was borne unconscious from the field, I saw
this undaunted commander attempting to lead his men in another charge.
The fire from these hostile American lines at close quarters
now became furious and deadly. The list of the slain was lengthened with each
passing moment. I was not at the front when, near nightfall, the awful carnage
ceased; but one of my officers long afterward assured me that he could have
walked on the dead bodies of my men from one end of the line to the other.
This, perhaps, was not literally true; but the statement did not greatly
exaggerate the shocking slaughter. Before I was wholly disabled and carried to
the rear, I walked along my line and found an old man and his son lying side by
side. The son was dead, the father mortally wounded. The gray-haired hero
called me and said: " Here we are. My boy is dead, and I shall go soon ; but it
is all right." Of such were the early volunteers.
My extraordinary escapes from wounds in all the previous
battles had made a deep impression upon my comrades as well as upon my own
mind. So many had fallen at my side, so often had balls and shells pierced and
torn my clothing, grazing my body without -drawing a drop of blood, that a sort
of blind faith possessed my men that I was not to be killed in battle. This
belief was evidenced by their constantly repeated expressions: " They can't
hurt him." " He's as safe one place as another." " He's got a charmed
life."
If I had allowed these expressions of my men to have any
effect upon my mind the impression was quickly dissipated when the Sharpsburg
storm came and the whizzing Minies, one after another, began to pierce my body.
The first volley from the Union lines in my front sent a
ball through the brain of the chivalric Colonel Tew, of North Carolina, to whom
I was talking, and another ball through the calf of my right leg. On the right
and the left my men were falling under the death-dealing crossfire like trees
in a hurricane. The persistent Federals, who had lost so heavily from repeated
repulses, seemed now determined to kill enough Confederates to make the debits
and credits of the battle's balance-sheet more nearly even. Both sides stood in
the open at short range and without the semblance of breastworks, and the
firing was doing a deadly work. Higher up in the same leg I was again shot; but
still no bone was broken. I was able to walk along the line and give
encouragement to my resolute riflemen, who were firing with the coolness and
steadiness of peace soldiers in target practice. When later in the day the
third ball pierced my left arm, tearing asunder the tendons and mangling the
flesh, they caught sight of the blood running down my fingers, and these
devoted and big-hearted men, while still loading their guns, pleaded with me to
leave them and go to the rear, pledging me that they would stay there and fight
to the last. I could not consent to leave them in such a crisis. The surgeons
were all busy at the fieldhospitals in the rear, and there was no way,
therefore, of stanching the blood, but I had a vigorous constitution, and this
was doing me good service.
A fourth ball ripped through my shoulder, leaving its base
and a wad of clothing in its track. I could still stand and walk, although the
shocks and loss of blood had left but little of my normal strength. I
remembered the pledge to the commander that we would stay there till the battle
ended or night came. I looked at the sun. It moved very slowly; in fact, it
seemed to stand still. I thought I saw some wavering in my line, near the
extreme right, and Private Vickers, of Alabama, volunteered to carry any orders
I might wish to send. I directed him to go quickly and remind the men of the
pledge to General Lee, and to say to them that I was still on the field and
intended to stay there. He bounded away like an Olympic racer ; but he had gone
less than fifty yards when he fell, instantly killed by a ball through his
head. I then attempted to go myself, although I was bloody and faint, and my
legs did not bear me steadily. I had gone but a short distance when I was shot
down by a fifth ball, which struck me squarely in the face, and passed out,
barely missing the jugular vein. I fell forward and lay unconscious with my
face in my cap ; and it would seem that I might have been smothered by the
blood running into my cap from this last wound but for the act of some Yankee,
who, as if to save my life, had at a previous hour during the battle, shot a
hole through the cap, which let the blood out.
I was borne on a litter to the rear, and recall nothing
more till revived by stimulants at a late hour of the night. I found myself
lying on a pile of straw at an old barn, where our badly wounded were gathered.
My faithful surgeon, Dr. Weatherly, who was my devoted friend, was at my side,
with his fingers on my pulse. As I revived, his face was so expressive of
distress that I asked him: "What do you think of my case, Weatherly?" He made a
manly effort to say that he was hopeful. I knew better, and said: "You are not
honest with me. You think I am going to die; but I am going to get well." Long
afterward, when the danger was past, he admitted that this assurance was his
first and only basis of hope.
General George B. Anderson, of North Carolina, whose troops
were on my right, was wounded in the foot, but, it was thought, not severely.
That superb man and soldier was dead in a few weeks, though his wound was
supposed to be slight, while I was mercifully sustained through a long battle
with wounds the combined effect of which was supposed to be fatal. Such are the
mysterious concomitants of cruel war.
Mrs. Gordon was soon with me. When it was known that the
battle was on, she had at once started toward the front. The doctors were
doubtful about the propriety of admitting her to my room ; but I told them to
let her come. I was more apprehensive of the effect of the meeting upon her
nerves than upon mine. My face was black and shapelessso swollen that one
eye was entirely hidden and the other nearly so. My right leg and left arm and
shoulder were bandaged and propped with pillows. I knew she would be greatly
shocked. As she reached the door and looked, I saw at once that I must reassure
her. Summoning all my strength, I said: "Here's your handsome (?) husband; been
to an Irish wedding." Her answer was a suppressed scream, whether of anguish or
relief at finding me-able to speak, I do not know. Thenceforward, for the
period in which my life hung in the balance, she sat at my bedside, trying to
supply concentrated nourishment to sustain me against the constant drainage.
With my jaw immovably set, this was exceedingly difficult and discouraging. My
own confidence in ultimate recovery, however' was never shaken until
erysipelas, that deadly foe of the wounded, attacked my left arm. The doctors
told Mrs. Gordon to paint my arm above the wound three or four times a day with
iodine. She obeyed the doctors by painting it, I think, three or four hundred
times a day. Under God's providence, I owe my life to her incessant
watchfulness night and day, and to her tender nursing through weary weeks and
anxious months. |