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  THE STORY
  OF THE
  THIRTY-SECOND REGIMENT
  MASSACHUSETTS INFANTRY.

  WHENCE IT CAME; WHERE IT WENT; WHAT IT SAW;
  AND WHAT IT DID.

  BY FRANCIS J. PARKER, COLONEL.

  [Illustration]

  BOSTON:
  C. W. CALKINS & CO., PUBLISHERS.
  1880.




  C. W. CALKINS & CO., PRINTERS,
  286 Washington St., Boston.




  TO THE OFFICERS AND SOLDIERS
  OF THE
  THIRTY-SECOND MASSACHUSETTS,
  IN MEMORY OF THE DEAD
  AND
  IN HONOR OF THE LIVING.




ERRATUM.


On page 3, twelfth line, for “Brevet Brigadier-General,” read
“Colonel.” Colonel Prescott was never breveted.




PREFACE.


This book is not a history of the civil war, nor even of the Army
of the Potomac; but merely the story of one of the regiments which
composed that Army. It does not relate the biography of the many
distinguished generals under whose command the battalion served, and
the endeavor has been made to exclude from it not only discussions
as to the merits of individuals, but even favorable or unfavorable
opinions, save when the facts related implied or seemed to require such
reflections.

The book is intended chiefly to collect and present in narrative form,
descriptions of some of the experiences of our Regiment, in order to
preserve them in the memory of those who were actors in the scenes
described, and enable the officers and men of the 32d to place in the
hands of their children and friends vivid pictures of the dangers,
trials, and pleasures which attended the service of our soldiers in the
war for the Union.

In the preparation of the book, I have received, and gratefully
acknowledge, the assistance of many of my old comrades, officers, and
men, not only by way of incidents related verbally, but also--and
this especially concerning events which occurred after my own
resignation--by way of written contributions. Many of these are
embodied in the text almost in the language of the writers, and others
in a more or less condensed form. Among those to whom I am thus
indebted should be particularly named General Luther Stephenson, jr.,
Surgeon Z. B. Adams, Major E. S. Farnsworth, General J. A. Cunningham,
Sergeant S. C. Spaulding, Major Ambrose Bancroft, Captains G. W.
Lauriat and J. C. Fuller; and last, but by no means least, Surgeon
W. L. Faxon and Mrs. Faxon, whose memories have provided stores of
incident. To Colonel I. F. Kingsbury I am indebted for the result of
time-consuming researches in the Adjutant-General’s Department of the
State.

While making these just acknowledgments I absolve all those named from
any responsibility for such literary imperfections as may appear herein
and, assuming to myself all blame for such defects, must ask my readers
to consider in charity to me the difficulties which must attend a work
so composed, and at the last somewhat hastily completed.

  F. J. P.

  _Boston, April 30th, 1880._




CONTENTS.


  PREFACE                                      vii


  I.

  IN GARRISON                                    1


  II.

  ON OUR OWN HOOK                               28


  III.

  ON THE PENINSULA                              43


  IV.

  CAMPAIGNING UNDER POPE                        64


  V.

  OUR THIRD BATTALION                           75


  VI.

  THE ANTIETAM CAMPAIGN                         85


  VII.

  AFTER ANTIETAM                               107


  VIII.

  TO FREDERICKSBURG                            117


  IX.

  BETWEEN CAMPAIGNS                            136


  X.

  CHANCELLORSVILLE                             150


  XI.

  FREDERICKSBURG TO GETTYSBURG                 159


  XII.

  AFTER GETTYSBURG                             175


  XIII.

  A LADY AT WINTER QUARTERS                    183


  XIV.

  AT LIBERTY                                   189


  XV.

  OUT ON PICKET                                196


  XVI.

  ON FURLOUGH                                  204


  XVII.

  THE WILDERNESS CAMPAIGN                      208


  XVIII.

  THE BOMB PROOFS                              223


  XIX.

  OUR CORPS HOSPITAL                           228


  XX.

  ABOUT PETERSBURG                             234


  XXI.

  THE LAST CAMPAIGN                            245




THE STORY OF THE

THIRTY-SECOND REGIMENT

MASSACHUSETTS INFANTRY.




I.

_IN GARRISON._


The story of the 32d Massachusetts Infantry was, of course, in most
respects like that of others, but not in all. The immortal Topsy
thought she was not made, but “‘spect she growed.” So our regiment
was not made a regiment at the start, but it grew to be one. Other
battalions from New England gathered into camps and acquired their
preliminary education among neighbors, and cheered by the presence of
visitors, who looked on and admired their guard-mountings at morning,
and their dress-parades at evening; and these hardened into soldiers
by a rough experience in mud or dust on the line of the Potomac, while
our beginning was in a walled fort, on a bleak island, isolated even
from the visits of friends, and under the most exact discipline of
_ante-bellum_ regular-army rule.

Fort Warren, which was our cradle, is the outpost of Boston, and it
was very nearly, but not entirely, completed when the war broke out.
Until 1861 it had never been occupied as a military post. The 12th
and 14th Massachusetts had been in occupation of the island while the
organization of those battalions was in progress, during the summer of
that year, and when they left, the post was somewhat hurriedly prepared
for the reception of prisoners, a large number having been captured in
North Carolina by the column under General Burnside.

Early in the autumn of the year 1861 Colonel Justin E. Dimmock was
assigned to the command at Fort Warren. At the first outbreak of the
rebellion this patriotic officer, fortunately for the cause of the
Union, was in command at Fort Munroe, and resisting every attempt made
upon his loyalty, he held that important post for the government under
whose flag he had fought, and in whose service he had passed his active
life.

As the war progressed Fort Munroe became a great centre for the
operations of the army, and the duties required of its commandant were
too severe for a man of Colonel Dimmock’s age and infirmities, and he
was transferred to the more quiet scenes in Boston Harbor. A temporary
garrison was detailed from the 24th Massachusetts Infantry, then in
process of formation, but upon the application of Colonel Dimmock,
a new battalion of four companies of infantry was raised to be used
as a garrison until the exigencies of the service required their
presence elsewhere, and this body of men, called the First Battalion
Massachusetts Infantry, relieved the same number of companies of the
24th.

Company A, recruited in Hingham by Captain (afterward
Brevet-Brigadier-General) Luther Stephenson, jr., was mustered into
service November 16th, 1861, and reported for duty at the fort on the
following day. Charles A. Dearborn, jr., was First Lieutenant, and
Nathaniel French, jr., Second Lieutenant.

Company B, recruited in Concord, Massachusetts, by Captain (afterward
Brevet-Brigadier-General) George L. Prescott, was mustered in November
15th, 1861. Cyrus L. Tay, First Lieutenant, and Isaiah F. Hoyt, Second
Lieutenant.

Company C, recruited in Boston by Captain Jonathan Pierce, was mustered
in November 16th, 1861. Joseph Austin, First Lieutenant, and Robert
Hamilton, Second Lieutenant.

Company D was recruited in Gloucester, and was almost entirely composed
of fishermen and sailors. It was commanded by Captain James P. Draper.
The late Adjutant-General James A. Cunningham was First Lieutenant, and
Stephen Rich, Second Lieutenant.

These companies were rapidly recruited, and were immediately despatched
to their post, no time being allowed for drill, and hardly time to say
good-bye. It may be presumed that when they reported, their discipline
was nothing, and their ideas of military order exceedingly crude.

Perhaps this was more particularly the case with Company D, which,
as we have already said, was composed almost entirely of Gloucester
fishermen,--or it may have been the excessive hospitality of the
friends of that company, that led to a little scene immediately upon
its arrival.

The more jovial of the soldiers were weeded out at the landing, and
quietly deposited in the guard-house; the remainder were marched
into the fort, and soon after to the cook house, where an ample
supper of soft bread and tea awaited them. A few months later such
a repast would have been hailed as the height of luxury, but by the
raw sailor-soldiers it was now regarded with contempt. The loaves,
instead of being devoted to their proper use as the staff of life, were
converted into missiles, and the air was alive with them,--the dim
evening light favoring an impartial distribution.

In the midst of the racket, Colonel Dimmock appeared upon the scene,
lantern in hand, and immediately received plump in the head one of
the finest of the loaves, which, with a refinement of ingenuity, had
been dipped in hot tea. The scene which followed was one not easily to
be forgotten. The outraged old soldier dashed in among the turbulent
men, and by his habit of command at once overawed and controlled them.
Ordering them into a line, throwing some into position apparently by
main strength, he passed along the ranks, throwing his light into each
face until he came to the real culprit, six solid feet of man and tar,
whose face declared his guilt. Seizing the burly giant by the arm, the
old colonel fairly dragged him out of the casemate, as if he had been
a child; but when the man had humbled himself sufficiently, protesting
that “he didn’t mean anything,” the commandant dismissed him after a
brief but forcible lecture on discipline, and an injunction to beware
of any second offence.

Late in November the battalion organization was completed by the
appointment of the Field and Staff, Francis J. Parker, Major; Charles
K. Cobb, Adjutant; and George W. Pearson, Quartermaster; and the Major
assumed command December 2d, 1861.

The Post-Commander, Colonel Justin E. Dimmock, was also Colonel of the
First United States Artillery, and the headquarters of the regiment was
with him; but with the exception of the excellent band of the regiment,
there were none other of its officers or men at the post.

Fort Warren at this time was occupied as a depot for Confederate war
and state prisoners--the former consisted mainly of some 800 men,
captured in North Carolina, and included also a number of Confederate
officers, among whom were Commodore Barron and Colonel Pegram; and
among the latter were the Confederate ambassadors, Mason and Slidell,
Mayor Brown, Chief of Police Kane of Baltimore, and others.

The first duty to be taught and learned under such circumstances was
guard duty, and that was no holiday work. The daily detail consisted of
about seventy-five men, and was divided into the interior and exterior
guard. During the daytime a line of sentinels enclosed a space in
front of the prisoners’ quarters, within which they were permitted to
exercise, and these sentinels at retreat were drawn in to the casemate
entrances. Guards were also placed at the sally-port and postern, and
near the staircases leading up to the ramparts. Outside, a picket line
entirely surrounded the fortifications; watch being kept not only to
prevent escape from within, but also to forbid the approach of boats
from the sea or the shore.

Such duty on a bleak island, exposed to the terrible cold and storms of
a New England winter, was no pastime. Occasionally some of the outposts
would be untenable by reason of the dash of waves, and often inspection
and relief of the posts was effected with great difficulty because of
the icy condition of the ground. In the most severe storms the guard
was replaced by patrols, each of two men, who walked the line, one
patrol being despatched every fifteen or twenty minutes.

One dark howling night the sentinel, on post near what was called
the grave-yard, reported to the officer that a white form had twice
passed between him and the fort, and upon close questioning the soldier
admitted that he had not challenged, because he feared it was a
ghost. There was considerable stir, in and outside the fort, until an
inspection had shown that no prisoner had escaped and no intruder could
be found.

The sentinel was allowed two hours of extra guard duty, and an order
was posted at the guard-house denouncing severe punishment in any
future case where ghosts were allowed to pass a beat without challenge
and arrest.

       *       *       *       *       *

Inasmuch as many who will read these pages may never have seen the
inside of a fort, a few words descriptive of Fort Warren, may not be
amiss.

The Fort proper is constructed almost entirely of hewn granite. The
area enclosed is not far from six acres, of which the parade ground
occupies five. The general form of the area is a pentagon, but at
each of its five angles a bastion projects in such manner that every
portion of the ditch which surrounds the walls, can, in case of need,
be reached by musketry and howitzers from the casemates.

This area is surrounded by casemated walls, which are in fact huge
bomb-proof buildings, structures of stone with heavy arches of brick to
support the great mass of earth which is required to protect them from
shells thrown from mortars. In these casemates are quarters for the
officers and men of the garrison, magazines for ammunition, storehouses
for all manner of supplies, a hospital of generous dimensions, a huge
cistern for water, an ice-house, cook, and mess-room, besides space
for a large battery of heavy guns facing towards the sea. Some of
these vaulted chambers are lighted through the outer walls by means
of embrasures calculated for howitzers, or by loop-holes intended for
defence by musketry. Others look out upon the parade ground, and have
upon that face the appearance of stone dwellings of one storey, entered
by ordinary doorways, and lighted through spacious windows. Those which
occupy the northwest side of the parade are of two stories, one being
below the level of the interior grade. These are for use as officers’
quarters, and during the war, those which are entered from the doors
nearest to, and on either side of the entrance arch, were occupied by
the civilians and officers among the prisoners confined in the fort.

The interior depth of the casemates, from the inner to the outer wall,
does not vary much from sixty feet, giving ample space, equal indeed to
the depth of a large city residence. The barracks for the soldiers are
divided into rooms, generally about sixty by twenty feet, and during a
part of the war many of them were assigned to the enlisted men who were
prisoners.

A full garrison for Fort Warren would be not far from twenty-five
hundred men, and that number could be quartered in the casemates.

Above these buildings are the ramparts, on which the chief part of the
armament is placed, and these ramparts are walled in by a parapet of
about five feet in height, of very thick masonry, intended to protect
the men while working the guns, from the fire of an enemy. These
ramparts are now provided with a full armament of ten inch and fifteen
inch guns, placed as near together as convenience in working would
permit, but in our day the greater part of the guns were four inch and
thirty-two pounders, the casemate battery alone, consisting of eight
inch columbiads.

The entire equipment of the Fort comprises over three hundred of these
heavy guns, of which some seventy may always be concentrated upon any
one point of the channel which they defend. Outside, and immediately
surrounding the walls of the casemated fort is a fosse, or ditch, some
fifty feet in width, and outside of this are other defences, (which
outwardly, are earthworks,) including an exterior curtain on the north,
a ravelin on the south, and a water battery on the northwest, the whole
composing in fact a fortress of great strength, even in these days of
iron-clads and great guns.

To one who thoroughly explores the Island there will recur vivid
reminiscences of the mysterious castles of romance and of history.
He will find here a sally-port, a postern, a drawbridge, and a
portcullis. Here, too, are passages under ground and in the walls;
turret staircases, huge vaulted apartments, and safe and dark dungeons,
the ways to and through which may be set down upon the plans of the
engineer corps, but are familiar to no living man. One can be easily
bewildered among the crooks and turns, the ups and downs of the
corridors, and it needs only a dark and windy night to make almost real
the romantic descriptions of the Castle of Udolfo, with its clanging
sounds of chains, its sweeping gusts of air, its strange moanings and
howlings, and the startling noise of some sudden clang of a shutting
door reverberating among the arches.

More than twelve years had passed since the 32d Regiment left Fort
Warren for more stirring scenes, when the writer for the first time
since that day, again visited the Island.

Escaping for a time from the courteous hospitality of the officers of
the post, he started alone through the once accustomed scenes. Grim
visaged war had smoothed his wrinkled front. There were no sentinels
to challenge or salute; no familiar faces in the well-remembered
quarters. Even the uniforms were changed; officers seemed to be wearing
sergeants’ stripes on their trousers, and unknown ornaments on their
shoulders. There were women about the landing, newspapers in the
guard-house (!), and a peaceful fishing pole and tackle leaned quietly
against the sole survivor of all our sentry boxes.

The doorways to the officers’ casemates were shielded from the hot sun
by gaily painted, veranda-like porches, about which shrubs and vines,
with bright foliage and blossoms, glistened in the sunlight, and in the
very room where erstwhile Mason and Slidell pursued the warlike game
of poker, and spat upon the bare flooring, there was a most ladylike
parlor, with carpets, mirrors, and an attractive-looking case of
book-shelves, well loaded with seemly books.

Again was paced the line of our outposts. Every step awakened old
memories--every pebble seemed a friend; but there was no ice upon
the glacis or the “shelf” at post eighteen, and instead of the cold
winds, came grateful breezes from the sea, which no longer leaden in
color dashed against the rock, but blue and smooth basked in the hot
noon-day, and laughingly rippled on the beach. It would have been a
sad walk but for the beauty of the summer scenes--it would have been a
joyous one but for clinging memories.

During the time of our stay in garrison at Fort Warren, the battalion
was increased to six companies by the addition of Companies E and F,
recruited during the winter.

Company E was raised in the Old Colony by Captain Cephas C. Bumpus.
First Lieutenant, Josiah C. Fuller; Second Lieutenant, Lyman B. Whiton.
The Company was mustered into service December 7th, 1861, and joined
immediately.

Company F was enlisted in Boston, also by Captain Bumpus, who was
detailed for the duty, and was mustered in about the first of March,
1861, its officers being, Captain, James A. Cunningham; First
Lieutenant, Charles K. Cobb, (Adjutant); Second Lieutenant, William H.
Gertz.

The breaking in of the men was upon the regular-army system; first
each man was “set up” by himself, then the drill was in squads, in
increasing numbers, and afterward in company and battalion. When the
weather was such as absolutely to forbid out-of-door drill, the men
were taught in the school of artillery, and practiced on the great guns
in the casemate battery.

The most exact discipline was necessarily maintained, and as soldierly
discipline is only to be obtained by close attention to minutiæ--not
even things apparently trifling were neglected. The fact that one
button of a soldier’s overcoat was not fastened, was noted and the
parade was stopped until the defect was remedied. No soldier was
allowed to sit in the presence of an officer. The regulation salutes
proper to each rank were required and paid by officers and men,
sentinels and the guard. Adhering to the letter of the regulations,
our manual was that of Scott, because we were armed with muskets, not
rifles. Every nook and corner of every barrack and bunk, and every
portion of the dress of every officer and man, must at all times be
satisfactory to the keen and critical eye of an “old army” Colonel.

All of this was needed to make perfect soldiers, and all of it was
readily accepted and observed by the men, more than nine-tenths of whom
were American born, in order that they might become good soldiers.
Singularly enough it was more difficult to bring the officers to exact
the honors due to rank, than the soldiers to yield them.

Army officers often expressed their surprise at the rapidity with
which a command so essentially native, was brought to the extreme of
army discipline, and almost without punishment. This result was a
complete proof that intelligent Americans can be brought into a state
of thorough and exact discipline more readily, by reason of their
intelligence, than the uneducated immigrants who were once thought to
make better soldiers because of their comparative ignorance. Of course
there were occasional extra hours of guard duty for men returning from
leave on shore--people on the mainland were so very hospitable--but
rarely was any more serious correction requisite.

There was one case, a second offence perhaps, where the sinner was put
on special log duty, and he has since declared that it was sufficiently
severe to keep him dry for six months. Two or three sticks of four-foot
firewood, not excessively large, but good fair size, were placed in the
bastion near the officers’ quarters, and as many more at the extreme
end of the parade, near the postern. The offender was ordered to
shoulder a billet from one bastion, and to carry it in “common time”
to the other; there to lay it down, and taking up another, to return
over his beat and deposit it at the place of departure--and so on for
several hours. The punishment consisted, not in the laborious character
of his occupation, but in the fact that he knew it was useless labor,
and that everybody else knew it also. The occasional inquiries or
remarks of comrades about the profits of the carrying trade in fuel,
may very likely have aggravated the penalty.

Bearing in mind the fact that Great Britain was wroth at the seizure
of the rebel envoys, and connecting that with the other fact that a
large fleet of British men-of-war was gathering at Halifax, it seemed
possible that a demonstration might be made for the recovery of the
lost plenipos; and it was, perhaps, natural that some interest should
be felt as to our ability to repel attack, or to endure blockade, and,
of course, as to the amount of our stores of food and ammunition.

Perhaps it was just as well for us at this time that no enemy appeared,
for our stock of fixed ammunition consisted of thirty rounds, borrowed
from Fort Independence. We were unable to salute the Governor, on his
visit, for want of powder, and months passed before our magazines
contained shot, shell, or powder in any more respectable quantity.

The duties of our battalion at Fort Warren were of course entirely
military. The affairs of the prisoners were administered by Colonel
Dimmock and his staff,--one of whom inspected the quarters every
day to see that all of the prisoners were present; and all their
correspondence and communications with the outside world passed under
the eye of the post officers.

No prisoners could be better cared for or more considerately treated.
Each was allowed the full ration of a soldier, and was even allowed
to commute the ration and expend the money for other food. A liberal
portion of the lading of the steamer, whose daily visit was our only
tie to the continent, was made up of purchases and gifts for these
guests of the nation, and their messes were always abundantly supplied
both with solids and fluids.

Mr. Mason was a portly gentleman, evidently accustomed to good living;
rather jovial in his appearance, and courteous in his manner. He took
matters very easily, and seemed in no haste to depart. Mr. Slidell,
on the contrary, a lean and dyspeptic looking man, was fretful and
impatient, and evidently chafed much under his confinement.

Mayor Brown, of Baltimore, whose case was one of those which perhaps
could not be entirely avoided, of unjust confinement, was always
easy and bland in manner, and genial and affable to all about him,
contrasting very decidedly with Kane, the Chief of the Baltimore
Police, who was a thoroughly ugly specimen of a Maryland rebel.

Later on we had the pleasure, for a time, to see with us General
Tilghman, a merry, happy-go-lucky officer, and General Buckner, an
excellent specimen of the ramrod soldier.

The two last named were, for a time, by special order from Washington,
kept in solitary confinement,--that is to say, each was assigned to a
separate apartment in the basement of the commandant’s quarters. Their
rooms and their doors were exactly opposite each other, and a sentinel
was posted in the passage to prevent escape or communication between
them. Occasionally, when the weather was warm, they were allowed
to leave their doors open, and on one such occasion the officer on
his rounds at night found the sentinel slumbering on the floor, and
the _solitary_ prisoners having a good time together in one of the
apartments. That soldier was not allowed to sleep a great deal for the
next day or two.

Colonel Dimmock declined an earnest invitation to pass Christmas eve
and day in Boston, because, as he said, he knew that among southern
people it was held to be a Christian duty to be royally drunk at yule
tide, and his presence might be important. It was our impression that
no violence was done to southern principles on that occasion.

The first day of January, 1862, came, bringing with it a brisk gale
of wind from the eastward, thick lead- clouds, and occasional
dashes of rain. It brought also a great excitement to our humdrum
community. A steam tug came to the wharf early in the morning, and
its sole passenger, a civilian, was escorted to the quarters of the
Commandant; then the Colonel went in person to the quarters of our
Major, and there was a conference; then the drum-call sounded for
parade earlier than usual, and by so many extraordinary occurrences our
population was “convulsed with excitement.” Very soon everybody knew
that an order had been received for the release of Mason and Slidell.
There was a great stir among the first circles of the prisoners, and
we afterward learned that they and the envoys imagined that honors and
salutes would be paid upon their departure. But in this expectation
they were destined to disappointment. The precautions of Colonel
Dimmock entirely prevented any semblance of honors, and even suppressed
the exhibition of such curious interest as would naturally have attended
the incident.

Two sections of men, specially detailed, were so posted as to prevent
any person ascending to the ramparts. The battalion was kept under
arms and exercise upon the parade, and the prisoners were notified
that unless they would give their parole not to make any noisy
demonstrations, they would be confined to their casemates. And so it
happened, that, except a noiseless waving of hands and handkerchiefs
from their fellow-prisoners, the envoys received no attention from any
one. As they passed out from the fort, escorted only by the Commandant,
the officer of the day, and the agent of the State Department, the
battalion stood in line of battle, with their backs to the envoys,
with ordered arms and at parade rest. As they passed the guard house,
the guard also stood at parade rest, Colonel Dimmock having waived the
salute due to his rank, for fear that it might be claimed as an honor
to his departing guests.

The prolonged gale had caused the tide to flood the wharf, so that
it was not easy or pleasant to pass over it to the tug boat. When
underweigh not one person, except the sentinels on the outposts, could
be seen on the island, and the driving rain and wind soon forced
the passengers to seek the shelter of the cabin, which they found
profusely decorated with the American flag. It is said that Mason spat
and Slidell swore the whole of the rough voyage to Provincetown, in
which secluded harbor a British man-of-war received them from the tug,
without any demonstration, and at once put to sea.

Among the prisoners at the fort was one Keene (?), who was kept in
close confinement in a small, triangular room in the casemates, the
only light to which came through a loophole in the masonry. He
was a sailor, and it was said that he had attempted to blow up the
frigate _Congress_ with all on board, with which horrible design he
had enlisted in our navy. He was offered greater liberty if he would
promise not to attempt an escape, but the offer was declined. Afterward
he refused to take an oath of allegiance as the only condition for his
release, and he was probably let loose at last without condition.

We had a great desire to ascertain what time would be required for the
formation of the battalion in case of night alarm, but Colonel Dimmock
would not permit the beating of the long-roll for a mere experiment,
because false alarms were forbidden by the regulations. Happily that
invaluable code placed no restriction on the hours for parade, and
when, by the absence of the Colonel, our Major was left in command of
the post, the information was obtained.

Tattoo had been sounded, roll-call was over, lights in the barracks
were all out, and the men in bed and generally asleep. An extra guard
was quietly posted in front of the prisoners’ quarters, and a verbal
message summoned the officers to headquarters.

When all were assembled they were told that it was desirable to know
how soon, under such circumstances, the battalion could be assembled,
properly equipped and ready for duty.

The order was given at eight minutes past ten,--the officers were
obliged to equip themselves and to turn out, form and march their men
on to the parade; but in less than five minutes the line was formed,
with three-fourths of the whole force present. The inspection showed
few deficiencies (one man, to be sure, forgot his trousers), and the
experiment was quite satisfactory.

We were not without occupation, nor even without our amusements through
the long winter. The officers were fully occupied, in the intervals of
duty, in boning over the tactics. To learn and teach both the infantry
and artillery manual, as well as battalion movements, and at the same
time to perform the various duties of the post, implied no great amount
of leisure,--on the part of the officers at least. But time was found
for an occasional evening entertainment, including one or two excellent
concerts.

One evening there was a musical soiree in the quarters of Mr. Buell,
one of the post staff, and two or three of the prisoners were present
by his invitation; among them was Colonel Pegram, of Virginia, who,
being invited to sing, complied, and to the surprise of everybody
selected the disloyal song, “My Maryland,” which he sang well to his
own guitar accompaniment. When he stopped, there ensued for a minute or
two an absolute and ominous silence, which was broken by our Captain
Draper, who, with his ringing voice, began the patriotic song, “Vive
l’America.” The chorus was taken up by all the Union officers present,
singing perhaps with more fervor than accuracy:--

    “United we stand, divided we fall,
    Union forever--freedom to all,
    Throughout the wide land our motto shall be
    Vive l’America, land of the free.”

At the close of the song Colonel Pegram complimented the singing, and
frankly apologized for his discourtesy.

At times the interior of the fort seemed better adapted for use as
a skating rink than as a parade-ground. In the worst of such times
the dress-parades were omitted, and guard-mounting took place in the
casemates; but the marching of the reliefs over glare ice, in a high
wind, did not convey the idea of an exact military movement.

One of the men, engaged on a job of repairs, loaded up a light
hand-cart with five or six boards, and essayed to push the load before
him from the north-west bastion to the opposite side of the fort,
while the ice was as smooth as a mirror, and a northwest gale blowing
furiously. It was a slow process at the start, but when the team
emerged from under the lee of the walls, the gale seized the whole
concern, boards, cart, and man, and sent them in detached parties,
whirling over the ice field.

Our winter was a new experience to the North Carolina men, and no doubt
they have yet great stories to tell of the snow and ice and cold, of
a sea-coast everywhere bounded by rocks, and of a country where the
woods were not all pines. And no doubt their hearers try to look as
though they believed it all, but mutter, possibly, some truisms about
soldiers’ stories.

One day in February, 1862, just after the mail-boat had left the fort
not to return until the next day, we saw all about us on the main land
indications that some joyful incident had occurred. All day long flags
were profusely displayed and salutes were fired up and down the coast,
and at night the horizon sparkled with fireworks and bonfires. For
twenty-four hours we were left to guess at the cause of this rejoicing,
but at last we too heard of the capture of Fort Donelson and had our
celebration.

We always gave Colonel Dimmock credit for an act of kind thoughtfulness
on this occasion. When the news came he remembered that he had an
engagement “on shore,” and announced that he should be absent for a
day. “Of course,” he said, “you will fire a salute, and I don’t like
the sound of great guns.” The fact was, no doubt, that he feared that
his presence might be a restraint upon our joviality, and for that
reason he took himself away. There had been no talk of anything except
the salute, but as he left the fort he turned to the Major and said, in
his absent-minded way, “By the by, Major, when the men are allowed a
little unusual liberty, unusual discretion is needed on the part of the
commanding officer, you know.”

From the time required to prepare for that salute, it was evident that
the _Alabama_ might have steamed up the channel and into Boston harbor
before we could have brought any guns to bear upon her, but at noon the
guns were manned and the salute was fired. While the preparations were
in progress, the band-master of the 1st Artillery presented himself
at headquarters to ask a favor. The last gun he had fired was the last
from Fort Sumter, and he now requested permission to fire the first gun
of the salute for the victory. Of course he was allowed to do so, and
he was cheered as he went to his station.

The Colonel was very chary of that band and we had never had any
benefit from it; but the Post being _pro tempore_ under the command
of our Major, they were turned out and made useful. All drills were
suspended for the day. The men, in small parties, were allowed to
stroll outside the walls. Some luxuries were added to the ration. The
band played and the men danced to its music and skylarked generally.
At night there was an illumination, masquerading, and singing, and for
once tattoo did not sound at the time set down in the orders.

A week later a detachment of prisoners from Fort Donelson was added to
our establishment, mostly long, gaunt men, given to wearing sombrero
hats, and chewing tobacco. With this party came Generals Buckner and
Tilghman.

In February too, the last of the private soldiers, held at the fort as
prisoners of war, were sent south to be exchanged. When the transport
was ready for the embarkation, four <DW64>s, servants to officers who
were about to return home, asked to be allowed to accompany their
masters. Colonel Dimmock, becoming satisfied that they preferred to go
back to North Carolina, consented to allow them to do so, but took the
not unnecessary precaution to have other evidence of the fact that
they returned to slavery on their own motion, sending them with his
orderly to the Major with the request that he would examine the “boys”
and satisfy himself as to whether they went of their own accord--which
they certainly did.

As good-weather days became more frequent, our battalion, now of six
companies, settled down more regularly to its work. At the request of
our commanding officer the full code of discipline, with no abatement
because we were volunteers, was the rule by which we were governed, and
no one was more surprised at the result than Colonel Dimmock.

With the end of April, 1862, we had fairly drilled through the book,
and on the first day of May the battalion was reviewed by Governor
Andrew, and exercised in battalion movements in presence of the
Governor and a staff which had become critical in military movements.
At the close of the parade, Colonel Dimmock, who was not wont to abound
in compliments, publicly congratulated the Major as the commander of a
body of thoroughly-disciplined soldiers.

The Union armies were now everywhere victorious, and at the North we
expected every day to hear that the rebels had come to that “last
ditch.” Wearying of the monotony, and in expectation of an early peace,
the Major resigned, and on the 2d of May was relieved from duty and
returned to his business life. To him the parting was unexpectedly
trying, but people cannot be shut up together for five months without
loving or hating each other.

For weeks the duty went on, the command devolving upon Captain
Stephenson, and the warm spring weather and longer days were improved
to the utmost in keeping away the possibility of rust.

The official acceptance of the Major’s resignation had been received
at the Post, but had not been promulgated, when on the night following
Sunday, May 25th, at an hour or more past midnight, a steam tug landed
him at the Post, and a half hour later everybody was awake, and the
fort was alive with the news that since the last sundown the 1st
Battalion had become the 32d Massachusetts Infantry--that Major Parker
was promoted to the Lieutenant Colonelcy--that marching orders had been
received--that Banks had been driven down the Shenandoah Valley--that
Washington was menaced by the forces under Stonewall Jackson--that the
country had again been summoned to the defence of the capital--that at
last our time had come.

Whoever may read these sketches will pardon so much digression as will
be required to describe one of the critical scenes of those exciting
days. Sunday evening, after ten o’clock, this writer was sitting in
his library, having just finished the last cigar before bed-time, when
there came a ring at the doorbell--one of those rings that tell a story
of haste and excitement.

At the door was a messenger, who informed the Major that the Governor
desired to see him without delay, and that a carriage waited his
convenience.

There was a word to say to the wife above stairs--there were boots and
overcoat to be donned, but in two or three minutes the carriage was
whirling through the empty streets, and soon pulled up at the rear
entrance to the Capitol.

In the office of the Adjutant-General was Governor Andrew, busily
writing at his desk and alone. His Excellency had remembered a parting
request upon the occasion of the review, that the 1st Battalion
should not be allowed to go to the front under a stranger’s command.
The Major was shown the dispatches of the night, and in them read a
story of frantic terror at Washington and earnest pleading for speedy
succor. By them the Governor was, within the limits of Massachusetts,
invested with all of the President’s power to command the United States
forces, to raise troops, to transfer garrisons, to provide supplies and
transportation, and through them all ran the tones of extremest panic
and most earnest entreaty for help--speedy help.

The Governor stated his intention under this authority to order away
the six hundred men of the 1st Battalion and offered to reappoint the
commander. The offer was of course accepted and an hour quickly passed
in drawing orders and requisitions, and completing arrangements for
the earliest possible departure of the command. The company of heavy
artillery at Fort Independence was ordered to remove to Fort Warren,
and the independent companies of Cadets were ordered there for garrison
duty. There were orders, too, for levy _en masse_ of the state
militia for active service, and provision made for their equipment,
subsistence, and rapid transportation.

Officers of the Governor’s and of the army staff came and went. Red
tape broke at every order, and during this hour, as also for one nearer
morning, while everybody strove to do his utmost to accomplish results
which seemed almost impossible, Governor Andrew was the busiest of the
workers, radiant with the joy of one who possesses great powers, and
who knows that he is wielding them effectually. All through the night
came over the wires appeals for help and for haste, and always the
Governor was cheery and full of faith, that, although the end might be
farther away than we had hoped, that end would be our success.

       *       *       *       *       *

It was a night, too, of hard work at Fort Warren--there were rations
to be issued and cooked for the march; there were equipments to
be supplied, knapsacks to be packed, property to be turned over,
unnecessaries to be rid away, and last letters to be written; but
all was done before the relief garrison reported. At noon on Monday
the regiment was relieved, and for the last time passed out of
the sally-port and was on the march--glad to be out of jail, some
said--glad to be moving to the front; all desiring to see that actual
war for which they had passed through long and careful training, and
anxious as new troops can be, for a share in the realities of the
campaign.

And so, embarking on the ferry-boat _Daniel Webster_, we left Fort
Warren, our cradle, with cheers for the good old Colonel, and with all
the verses of the John Brown chorus ringing from six hundred throats to
the accompaniment of our own drum corps.




II.

_ON OUR OWN HOOK._


Sunday, May 25th, 1862, the sun went down on a people rejoicing in
the confident expectation of coming victory and an early peace. That
sun next rose on a population deeply agitated with news of military
disaster, but more warlike and more determined than ever. The appeals
of the War Office at Washington, and the summons of our own Governor,
met with an enthusiastic response; the militia flocked to the
rendezvous in Boston, and the city scenes were almost a repetition of
the Lexington Day of the previous year.

Not knowing that the Regiment was expected to appear on the Common, but
knowing that our orders were urgent, the 32d marched by the most direct
route through the city and to the railway, its wide platoons occupying
the full space in the widest streets, bearing no flag, marching to
its own field music, everywhere cheered by the excited populace, and
drawing attention and applause by its unpretentious but soldierly
appearance.

At the Old Colony station, where a train was waiting, we stacked
for the last time our smooth-bore muskets, and turned them over
to Quartermaster McKim. A long delay, occasioned by the unexpected
celerity of our movements, gave officers and men an opportunity to
exchange greetings with and take leave of their friends, of whom the
vast crowd seemed chiefly to be composed.

There were meetings and partings between parents and children, husbands
and wives, brothers and sisters; there were friends of the men who
desired to enlist and to go with them, and others who asked brief
furloughs for those they loved, that the suddenness of departure might
be a little softened to those at home; but on the part of the soldiers
there were no such applications. There were messages from many a
quivering lip, sent to those who had not heard of the marching orders;
there was grasping of hands, man with man, which meant more than
tongues could say; and wives were folded by husband’s arms so tenderly
as may never be but either in days of early love or at the approach of
final separation.

And yet there was no cloud of sadness in the scene; on every side
were words of cheer and encouragement--of loving hope and patriotic
devotion; and when a light-hearted soldier, whose home was so far away
that none of his kin were there to say good-bye, asked if there was
nobody there to kiss him, he came near being smothered by a crowd of
volunteers ready to officiate, not only for his mother, but for all the
rest of his female ancestry.

At last came the regimental stores, for which we had waited, and with
the call for “all aboard,” the last ties were broken, the last cheers
were given, and the train drew slowly out from the station and from
the city. But not away from tokens of good will. The country, too, was
alive. Flags were streaming from every flag-staff, waving from the
windows of the houses, and drooping from the spires of churches.

Men, women, and children of all ages were at cottage doors and roadway
crossings, and crowded the platforms at every station, to say or wave
good-bye and God-speed to the foremost of the transport trains. We were
soon at Fall River, on the steamer, and weary with excitement, the men
speedily turned in and slept.

For us there was next day no Broadway parade in New York city, but
landing at Jersey City there was a haversack breakfast, and after
some delay, another train, and we were off for Philadelphia, through
a country whose people, in hamlet and in town, cheered the unknown
soldiery, who all day long poured through toward the seat of war. At
Philadelphia we shared the bounteous hospitality of the citizens,
who provided most thoughtfully for all the troops who passed their
gates. There was a long march through wide and straight streets, then
another railway embarkation, and then a long, tedious, hesitating ride,
reaching through the night, and it was early morning when we arrived at
Baltimore and woke the drowsy people with the sound of Yankee Doodle
as we marched through to the Washington railway. Here we found the
7th New York militia waiting in the street for transportation to the
Capital. More successful than they, we secured a train, which, after
several hours, delivered us safely in Washington, where we were glad
to learn that we were the first troops to arrive on the call of the
President, and that again Massachusetts was in the advance.

Then followed a prolonged struggle with red tape, which would have
told us, even if there had been no other source of information, that
the scare was over and Washington safe. Before we could present our
requisitions for camp equipage, the office hours had passed, the
officials were deaf to all our entreaties, and although we arrived
as early as 2 P. M., we were compelled that night to occupy the hard
floors of one of the railway buildings.

When we came to look about us we were surprised to find that ours
was the only infantry regiment at Washington, and we were poor
lone orphans. We wanted tents, supplies, and a wagon train, but
our requisitions were denied, because our Brigadier General had
not endorsed his approval. We attempted to explain that we had no
Brigadier, and all Staff-dom stood aghast,--unable to take in the idea
that there could be such a thing as a regiment with no brigadier.

Verily, we might have died of starvation but for the kindness of
Adjutant General Townsend, who officially made a special order from the
headquarters of the army, to suit our case, and personally suggested
a site near the Washington Navy Yard, known as Camp Alexander, as a
convenient locality for our camp. The site was inspected, approved,
and speedily occupied by us, and here passed four weeks of halcyon
days. Our camp was pitched on a high bluff overlooking the eastern
branch of the Potomac. The air was that of balmy June. No brigadier
worried us--no up-and-away orders disturbed us, and thanks to General
Townsend’s special order, our supplies were ample and regular.

But it was no idle time. A battalion which had always been restricted
to the limits of an island fort, had occasion for much new practice,
and the drills went briskly on. Especially was there need for
practising in the use of legs, before marching orders should come, and
therefore, every other day the drills of the battalion comprised also a
march, growing longer day by day, until an eight-mile march was easily
accomplished.

Our evening parades became quite an attraction for visitors.
Congressmen, senators, and even cabinet secretaries came to be frequent
guests, and the sunshine of ladies’ presence, unknown to our previous
experience, gave brilliancy to our lines and encouragement to our men.

Washington was at this time in a state of siege, or according to our
American phrase, under martial law. The great army, which a few months
earlier had given to the district the appearance of a military camp,
had moved on toward Richmond. One column was wading up the Peninsular,
one was watching in the Shenandoah Valley, one was guarding the
Piedmont Gaps, while McDowell, on the banks of the Rappahannock, was
waiting the turn of events, and hoping for orders to join the force
under McClellan, and so on to Richmond.

The chain of detached forts about the Capital, were, however, fully
garrisoned, and in the city a force of cavalry was doing the work
of a provost guard. Mounted sentinels were stationed at the street
corners, and detachments patrolled the outlying wards. The railway
station was guarded, and passengers leaving town were obliged to pass
the inspection of the soldiery. At the depots of the commissary’s and
the quartermaster’s stores, at the entrances to hospitals, about the
offices of the departments, and at the door of the Executive Mansion,
sentries were posted day and night. One was rarely out of sight and
hearing of officers and orderlies, as they galloped over the rough
pavements or trailed their sabres on the walks, and everywhere came
and went the springless supply-wagons of the army, with their six-mule
teams and postilion drivers.

All this appearance of military rule and ward was no useless show.
The city was full of enemies and spies. A large part of the resident
population was hostile to the North. Very frequently at the approach of
uniformed men, ladies gathered their skirts to prevent contaminating
touch, and children shook their tiny fists and made grimaces of dislike.

If there seemed to be exceptional cases where officers were welcomed
by secessionists, men or women, the attentions were apt to end in
a request for aid to procure passes through our lines, or in wily
cross-examination about posts or movements of the troops. There was but
little tinsel; except at the barracks of the marine corps, where old
traditions were preserved, there were no epaulettes, no chapeaux, no
plumes, but everything spoke of real war service.

He who visits Washington now will find it hard to realize that that
beautiful capital is the same as the dust and mud-covered town of 1862.
He who has known it only as the beleaguered city of the war, would
almost fail to recognize it in its changed condition.

It seemed at times as if we had been lost or forgotten by the war
department; but an occasional order, or the call for some report,
betrayed a semi-consciousness of our existence. None of the authorities
could take in the idea that we had only six companies, and when a
funeral escort was wanted for the body of Lieutenant-Colonel Palmer,
of the engineers, the order came to detail six companies, under a
Lieutenant-Colonel, for that duty, and our commanding officer thereupon
detailed himself and his full command.

This escort was, in all our history, the only instance of show duty.
Our newly-joined Assistant-Surgeon Faxon, with such daring as could
come only from raw ignorance, volunteered to take the compliments of
our commander to the General commanding the Marine Corps, and to ask
for the loan of his celebrated band. Whether the General was stunned
by our impudence or flattered by the Doctor’s blandishments, may never
be known, but the request was complied with, and our march through the
crowded city was made dazzling by the great band, with their plumed
caps, scarlet coats, white trowsers, and gorgeous equipments.

Every point of military etiquette was observed in the ceremonial;
the command was in the best of condition, and we heard with great
satisfaction the favorable comments from the crowds that thronged our
way. “It takes the regulars,” “volunteers never could do that,” etc.
And no doubt as we marched back to our camp of spacious tents, with the
full assurance of ample rations prepared by company cooks awaiting our
arrival, our breasts swelled with undue pride, for we saw in the future
no premonitions of the tattered and hungry crew, who bearing our name
and number, were to assist in puddling down the sacred soil of Virginia.

Within the limits of our camp was a small and old cottage house, which
being entirely unoccupied, we took for our hospital use. Although
nearly worthless for any purpose, the owner was hunted up and the
endeavor was made to come to a settlement with him and pay rent during
its occupancy, but the proprietor declined even to name a price, giving
as his reason that he could get more by making a claim for it before
the department, after we were gone.

At this hospital we first lost a man from our ranks by death. Hiram
Varney of Gloucester, a plucky fellow, although too ill to have left
the Fort, prevailed upon the post surgeon to allow him to go with the
Regiment, but worn with the excitement and fatigue of the march, he
fell into typhus fever and died. He was a soldier to the last. So long
as he could raise his hand, he endeavored to salute his officers who
came to the cotside, and when told of approaching death, he regretted
that it had not been his fate to meet it in battle.

There were other incidents not so lugubrious. The waters of the Branch
washed the foot of the bluff on which our camp was pitched, and when
the days grew exceeding hot, Surgeon Adams advised that bathing should
be prohibited through the heat of the day. Accordingly an order was
published, appointing the hours for morning and evening bathing, and
forbidding it at other times.

At noon one blistering hot day, two men being overtempted by the cool
waters, were in the act of enjoying a stolen bath, when the sergeant
with a file of the guard appeared and ordered the bathers to the shore.
Upon coming to land, they found to their disgust that their clothing
had preceded them to the guard tent. Attended by the sergeant and his
men, the culprits were marched _in puris_ up the bluff and through the
whole length of the parade ground, running the gauntlet of the jokes
and gibes of their comrades, who turned out in force to enjoy the
exhibition.

For a day or two after our arrival the cows of our secession neighbors
were very troublesome. Turned out by their owners after milking in the
morning, a herd of some twenty-five or thirty head fed through the day
along the waste grounds of that part of Washington City, and returned
at evening to their cribs. Both going and coming they habitually passed
through our lines, and about among the tents, causing some trouble to
the police guard, and much annoyance to the men. Sentinels could not
leave their posts to chase cows, and no provision was to be found in
the tactics or regulations applicable to this case. A provision was
therefore invented. At noon a notice was posted at the guard tent,
stating that thereafter it might be presumed that any cows found within
the limits of the camp were sent thither by their owners, in order that
the men should supply themselves with fresh milk.

When the herd returned that evening there was exhibited a scene which
defies description. Upon each cow there attended upon the average about
five men, who with soothing words and quieting gestures, sought an
opportunity to drain the happy beeves! A view of the camp was one of a
confusing medley of cows, and of men with tin cups, slowly and quietly
but almost continually waltzing about in every direction. All their
exertions must have resulted in a considerable success, for the herd
troubled us no more.

The guard served with loaded rifles, and when relieved were marched
to a convenient spot by the waterside, where they emptied their guns
one by one, firing at a target; and to encourage careful practice,
he who made the best shot was allowed a furlough for the rest of the
day. It was of course a matter of interest to the officers to watch
the practice and the improvement of the men. On one occasion after
the guard practice was ended, the Colonel desiring to test the new
pieces, took a rifle from the sergeant, and by some accident his bullet
hit the bull’s eye of the target. He was complimented and perhaps a
little surprised by the unanimous shout from the old guard, “give him a
furlough.”

The East Branch here must have been not far from a quarter of a mile
wide. Our shore, as has been stated, was a high bluff, but the opposite
bank was a low interval, cultivated as a market garden, and near the
river stood the unpretentious cottage of the cultivator. As the colonel
sat one day at his tent door, in such position that the edge of the
bluff showed in sharp relief against the blue waters of the branch,
there appeared coming up over the cliff, escorted by a corporal, a
semblance of Neptune arising from the Sea. It was after all only the
garden farmer from over the river. He had crossed in his punt, and his
resemblance to Neptune was owing in part to his sailor-like form and
hat, but more to the precaution he had taken to bring his paddle along
with him.

His errand at headquarters was to complain that the rifle balls at the
time of target practice had a disagreeable way of glancing over the
water and whistling about his premises, and he asked meekly if this
could not be avoided, as it “made the women-folks nervous.” Of course
his wish was granted, and thereafter the guard discharged their rifles
at a target in the bank on our side of the water. This compliance with
his request resulted in a second appearance of our Neptune, who at
this time brought two boxes of choice strawberries as a present to the
commanding officer, and an expression of his thanks, to which he added
the statement that there never had been such a regiment encamped near
him,--“they were all gentlemen.” We wondered what kind of troops had
preceded us, that we rose so high in his good graces merely because
we refrained from shooting at his women-folks,--but the berries were
thankfully accepted and warmly appreciated in the mess.

It was about this time that this delicious berry became so plentiful
that three hundred quarts were issued as a special ration to the men.

June 24, 1862. Orders were received to move over to Alexandria, where
a new brigade comprising the 32d was to be organized; the order stated
that the Regiment would be met at Alexandria by a staff officer who
would conduct us to our camping ground.

Alexandria being a township about ten miles in length, the order
was rather indefinite, but we marched to the town where we found no
brigadier, no brigade, and no staff officer, and thereupon we proceeded
to make an excursion through the township in search of one of them. We
soon found an aide-de-camp who conducted us to the locality intended,
and pointed out the ground assigned to us, which was half a mile from
any water.

This, our first real march, is worthy of notice, as being almost the
only one which was made without loss by straggling, and the only one
made in accordance with army regulations.

Six months afterward, when the allowance of wagons was only three to
each regiment, we laughed as we remembered the twenty-three wagons
which were required for this first movement of ours. Our route covered
sixteen miles, when, if the order had been decently explicit, only
eight miles would have been required, but we soon learned that it
was one of the customs of the service to make the orders as blind as
possible.

Before nightfall our camp was made and our guards posted. No military
authority had ever notified us of a countersign, we therefore as usual
made our own, and consequently before morning bagged a half dozen of
the officers from the neighboring forts, who were ignorant of it.

A Rhode Island Regiment, (Colonel Bliss’,) and one from Pennsylvania
arrived the next day, and for several days we were in constant
expectation of a brigadier, but before he turned up, June 29th,
an order came for the 32d to be mustered early on the 30th by its
commanding officer, and thereafter to proceed forthwith to Alexandria,
where transportation would be in readiness to take the command to Fort
Monroe. At 11 A. M., we were in the street at Alexandria with all our
baggage train, but the General commanding there was drunk, the Post
Quartermaster insolent, and nobody had ever heard anything about us or
our transportation. After waiting until 4 P. M., receiving no orders
nor even replies from Washington to our telegrams, we concluded to
operate on our own hook, and when the Steamer _Hero_ came to a landing
near by, we took possession of her as a “military necessity,” coaled
her and started for our destination.

We found the aforesaid “military necessity” to be a poor shattered
concern, already deeply laden with ammunition. The captain and crew
were not in an amiable frame of mind at being so unceremoniously
gobbled up. They refused to allow the men to make coffee at the boiler
fires, and when ordered to do so, the engineers and firemen left their
posts in high dudgeon; but when they found that we had a plenty of men
competent to run the boat, and that it was their rations, not ours,
that were stopped, they very submissively returned to their duty.

We arrived at Fort Monroe early on the 2d of July, and reported to
General Dix, commanding that post. Here we heard of the seven days
fighting across the Peninsula, and found the air full of exciting and
contradictory rumors as to the incidents and result of the battles.
Even General Dix had no precise information as to the whereabouts of
General McClellan, but he knew that he wanted more men and wanted them
quick, and we were directed without disembarking to proceed up the
river until we found the army. Facilities were provided for cooking
the necessary rations, and early in the afternoon, after receiving
repeated injunctions to take every precaution against falling into the
hands of the enemy, we weighed anchor and steamed away up the James.
Our heavily-laden boat could not make the distance by daylight, and
we passed the night at anchor in the river, with steam up and a large
guard on duty, and with the early dawn were again underweigh, in search
of the army.

To this time the Regiment had practically lived by itself; it had known
nothing of generals, and not much of army men, but the time had come
when it was to be absorbed into the army as a drop into the ocean.




III.

_ON THE PENINSULA._


It was yet early morning when we steamed over Harrison Bar, and saw
evidences of the vicinity of the Army of the Potomac. We had previously
met quite a number of steamboats bound down the river, apparently
heavily loaded with passengers; and now, as the river widened out into
a lake or bay, we came upon a large fleet of various kinds of crafts,
freighted with ordnance, quartermaster’s and commissary stores, some
at anchor in the river, and some hauled up to the left bank unloading
their freight. The river banks were too high to enable us to see
beyond, but all along them were men sitting or lying on the <DW72>s, or
bathing in the water. There were teams of mules driven down to drink,
and wagoners using heavy whips and great oaths to persuade their beasts
to draw the loaded wains up the rough tracks, cut diagonally into the
faces of the bank.

As our steamer entered upon this stirring scene the musicians were
ordered to the bows of the boat, and we moved on with our drums beating
cheerily. We passed one long wharf, reaching out into the river, and
thereabout saw a few tents and great piles of stores on the shore;
then pushing our reconnoissance up the river, saw the army signs
gradually disappear from the banks, until at length opening a reach of
the river we could see the gunboats, the slow booming of whose guns had
been heard long before; and here a guard-boat hailed to warn us to go
no farther.

Satisfied that the wharf, which we had passed, was the proper place for
our landing, we turned and steamed slowly in that direction. Presently
a boat put off from the bank with an officer who signalled for the
steamer to stop, came alongside, and delivered to our Colonel a torn
fragment of a second-hand and soiled envelope, on which, in pencil, was
scrawled the following order, our first from the headquarters of the
Army of the Potomac:--

_“To commanding officer of troops on steamer. Land your men at once and
move direct up the road, and report to me at my headquarters, where you
will be stopped. Come up with arms and ammunition (40 or 60 cartridges
each man)._

  _“This order is from General McClellan._

  _“F. J. PORTER, Brig. Gen.”_

In obedience to the order we hauled up to the wharf, and the men being
already supplied with ammunition, but little time was lost in forming
upon the pier. Leaving there a few men to unload and guard the baggage,
we moved up to the shore.

It is General Trochu who writes, that upon approaching an army from the
rear in time of battle, one always sees the same sights, conveying
to one’s mind the idea of a disorderly mob, and the fear of a great
disaster. Our approach to the Army of the Potomac was from the rear in
time of battle, and our experience confirms Trochu.

At the head of the wharf a mass of men were striving to pass the guard,
hoping to get away on the steamer which had brought us. Passing them,
we looked for the road up which we were ordered to move “direct.” In
every direction, and as far as we could see, the soil which twenty-four
hours before had been covered with promising crops of almost ripened
grain, was trodden into a deep clay mud,--so deep and so adhesive as,
in several cases, to pull the boots and stockings from the soldiers’
feet, and so universal as to have obliterated every sign of the
original road. Everywhere were swarms of men in uniform, tattered
and spattered with mud, but with no perceptible organization, wading
through the pasty ground. On and near the river bank were open boxes,
barrels, casks, and bags of provision and forage, from which each man
supplied himself without the forms of requisition, issue, or receipt.
Everywhere too were mule-wagon teams struggling in the mire, and the
air resounded with the oaths of the drivers, the creaking of the
wagons, the voices of men shouting to each other, the bray of hungry
mules, and the noise of bugle and drum calls, with an accompaniment of
artillery firing on land and water.

To all these were added, when we appeared, shouts, not of hearty
welcome and encouragement, such as we might naturally have expected
from an overtasked army to its first reinforcement, but in derision
of our clean dress and exact movements--warnings of terrible things
awaiting us close at hand--questions as to how our patriotism was
now--not one generous cheer.

Officers and men alike joined in this unseemly behavior, and even now
when we know, as we did not then, the story of the terrible days of
battle through which they had passed, and the sufferings that they had
patiently endured, we cannot quite forgive their unmannerly reception
of a recruiting force.

Through all this we succeeded in finding General Porter’s headquarters,
and by his direction were guided to a position a mile or more distant,
and placed in line of battle with other troops in face of a thick
wood, and then learned that we were assigned to the brigade of General
Charles Griffin, division of General Morell, in Fitz John Porter’s,
afterward known as the Fifth army corps.

As soon as we were fairly in position our Colonel sought for the
brigadier. The result was not exactly what his fancy may have painted.
On a small heap of tolerably clean straw he found three or four
officers stretched at full length, not very clean in appearance and
evidently well nigh exhausted in condition. One of them, rather more
piratical looking than the others, owned that he was General Griffin,
and endeavored to exhibit some interest in the addition to his command,
but it was very reluctantly that he acceded to the request that he
would show himself to the Regiment, in order that they might be able to
recognize their brigade commander.

After a time however, the General mounted and rode to the head of our
column of divisions. The Colonel ordered “attention” and the proper
salute, and said: “Men, I want you to know and remember General
Griffin, our Brigadier General.” Griffin’s address was perhaps the most
elaborate he had ever made in public. “We’ve had a tough time men, and
it is not over yet, but we have whaled them every time and can whale
them again.”

Our men, too well disciplined to cheer in the ranks, received the
introduction and the speech, so far as was observed, in soldierly
silence, but months afterward the General told that he heard a response
from one man in the ranks who said, “Good God! is that fellow a
general.” We all came to know him pretty well in time, and to like him
too, and some of us to mourn deeply when he died of the fever in Texas,
after the surrender.

The officers of our Field and Staff found in the edge of the wood just
in front of the Regiment, a spot somewhat drier than the average, and
occupied it, but not without opposition. A long and very muddy corporal
was gently slumbering there, and on waking, recognized his disturbers
by their clean apparel as new comers, and thought they might be raw.
Pointing to an unexploded shell which lay near him on the ground, he
calmly advised the officers not to stop there, as “a good many of
them things had been dropping in all the morning.” His strategy proved
unsuccessful, for he was ranked out of his comfortable quarters and
told to join his regiment.

After all, the day passed without an engagement, and the sound of guns
gradually died away, until near evening, when the Brigade was moved
about two miles away and bivouacked in a wood of holly trees, the
men making beds of green corn-stalks, and going to them singing and
laughing.

After the excitement of the day all slept soundly, but before midnight
the Colonel was aroused by an orderly to receive a circular order
which stated that owing to certain movements of the enemy, commanding
officers were to hold their commands on the alert. Not knowing what
commanding officers were expected to do when they “held their commands
on the alert,” the Colonel accompanied the General’s orderly to the
headquarters of the 9th Massachusetts near by, and waited while its
commander was aroused, and until he had perused the same order.
Observing that after reading it the veteran quietly turned over and
settled himself for a fresh nap, our Colonel returned to his repose,
merely taking the precaution to have the horses saddled and bridled,
by which bit of innocent faith in orders for alert, he lost the use of
his saddle which had made an excellent pillow. The next day we received
our baggage and moved out of the wood, pitching our camp in regulation
shape.

I fear that the display of a full allowance of round Fremont tents may
have caused some heart burnings among our neighbors, who had nothing
but shelter tents. It is certain that they were still inclined to
scoff at our peculiarities, and already the demoralizing effect of the
prevalent negligence was felt in our ranks, for one of our captains,
always before rather distinguished for the nicety of his dress, soon
appeared splashed with mud from head to foot, and when asked why he did
not remove it, he pleaded that it was the uniform of the Army of the
Potomac.

       *       *       *       *       *

Whoever, without a vast preponderance of forces, makes war to capture
Richmond, must have the James River for his base of supply and must be
able to control Harrison Landing.

When the campaign of the Army of the Potomac began, the iron-clad
Merrimac barred access to the James, and the Army, which by way
of that River might, without delay or loss, have flanked Magruder
back to Malvern Hill, landed at Harrison’s and operated on Richmond
over a healthy and dry country, comparatively free from natural
obstacles,--was compelled to resort to the narrow and tortuous
Pamunkey, and to flounder among swamps and river crossings, always
exposed to fight at disadvantage, and always weakened physically and
mentally by the malaria of the marshes.

When, by the destruction of the Merrimac, the James was made available,
the mind of General McClellan reverted to his original preference. For
a long time he waited and stretched out his right wing to facilitate
junction with McDowell, but when the last hope of that aid had
disappeared, he hastened to abandon the Pamunkey for the broader and
safer James. The movement was actually in progress when Johnston
attacked what was already the rear of McClellan’s column. During each
day of that battle-week, the trains moved and the army fought, and
every night the army abandoned the scene of a successful defence to
close in upon the banks of the river, where alone they could hope for
the supplies which they needed and the repose they had won.

The day before we joined, these rough and grimy troops had fought
at Malvern perhaps the hardest of their fights, and had won the
most complete of all their victories. And now they were again in
communication with the North--in possessions of the very key to
Richmond--holding Lee as it were by a cord from any movement North,
and needing only the assistance of a tithe of the new levies to drive
or flank him further south. But it pleased God that this should not be
until years had passed away.

If there be on the face of the earth a place intended for breeding
pestilence, the country about Harrison’s and Westover was ordained
to that use. One of our officers who had travelled the wide world
all over, declared that the climate resembled no place except Sierra
Leone on the African coast. Its reputation as an unwholesome spot is
established even among the natives of Virginia, and whoever desires any
additional testimony, need only to apply to one who has sweltered there
through July and August.

To the natural disadvantages of the locality, were now added those many
sources of sickness which always accompany an army. The effect of the
climate was not only debilitating to the body, but was enervating to
the will, and negligence of proper precautions against camp diseases
was added to all other predisposing causes in reducing the strength of
the army.

The 32d, almost fresh from the sea air of New England, suffered
undoubtedly more than those regiments which had been in some degree
acclimated. Almost every officer and man was affected. For weeks over
one-third of the command was on the sick list, and not less than a
hundred and fifty men who then left the Regiment for hospital or on
sick leave, never returned to our colors.

Such a mixture of moisture and drouth, of mud and dust, cannot be
conceived. The air was filled at times with an impalpable dust which
was actually a visible malaria. The marsh near our camp was beautiful
to see, white with its vast numbers of plants like lilies which threw
up great spikes of flowers, but the excess of perfume was so sickening
as but little to be preferred to the odor of carrion, which came to us
when the wind changed to the westward.

Men sickened and died in a day, and the whole Regiment lost its brisk
military ways and degenerated very nearly to the shiftless, listless
level of the rest of the army. Drills could not be kept up, parades
were discontinued, and the attention of the officers was concentrated
upon the preservation of cleanliness in the camp, the improvement of
the food, and the necessary duties. Here occurred the first death among
our officers, for Lieutenant Nathaniel French, jr., died August 9th of
the malarial fever.

Large details were made from the Regiment for guards, our reputation
for that duty having become unpleasantly good. Eighty men and three
officers were at one time serving as guards over the quartermaster’s
stores, on the river bank. It was while they were there, that
enterprising John Reb. brought some field pieces down to Coggins’
Point, just opposite to us on the James, and opened fire about
midnight, first upon the shipping in the river, and afterward upon our
camps.

Two of the officers of our detached party, after the freshness of the
alarm had passed, were sitting in their shelter tent with their feet
to the foe, watching as they would any pyrotechnic display, the flash
of the guns, and the curves described by the burning fuses, when one
of the guns was turned and discharged, as it seemed, directly at our
friends, who, dodging at the same moment, struck their heads together
and fell, each under the impression that the enemy’s shell had struck
him.

It was on this occasion that Colonel Sawtelle, the officer in charge
of the transportation--our quartermaster said he was the only regular
officer within his experience who could do his duty and be civil
too--emerged from his tent at the sound of firing and stood upon the
bank gazing silently and sorrowfully upon his defenceless fleet, among
which the shells were exploding merrily. Soon his silence broke into a
shout to his superior, “Look here Ingalls, if this thing isn’t stopped
pretty quick, the A. P. is a busted concern.”

In the regimental camp a half mile away, the shelling did no serious
damage, but produced some commotion. One of the officers complained
that every time that he got comfortably settled for sleep, a shell
would knock the pillow out from under his head; in emulation of which
story, a sailor in D Company declared that he slept through the whole
affair, but in the morning counted twenty-three solid shot piled up
against his back, that hit but had not waked him.

Nearly two months had elapsed since we left Massachusetts with the
promise that the four Companies required to complete our Regiment
should be speedily recruited and forwarded, but we heard nothing of
them. The home newspapers told of the 33d Regiment as being full, and
of the 34th and 35th as in process of formation, but the 32d seemed
to have been forgotten. The Lieutenant Colonel addressed a letter to
the Governor upon the subject, and forwarded a copy of his letter
to the headquarters of the Army of the Potomac. Within twenty-four
hours an order was published in which, among others, was the name
of our commanding officer as detailed on recruiting service. Upon
application to Adjutant General Williams for an explanation of the
detail, he learned that the order meant that he was to go for those
four companies, and leaving Captain Stephenson, who for a long time had
been Acting Major, in command, the Colonel went to Massachusetts on
recruiting duty, from which duty, to the best of his knowledge, he has
to this day never been relieved.

He was barely gone before Company G reported, commanded by Captain
Charles Bowers--Charles O. Shepard being First Lieutenant, and Edward
T. Bouvé, Second Lieutenant. When we got far enough away from the
depressing effect of that infamous climate, and attained sufficient
animation to joke, we used to call this Company our second battalion.

There may occur no better place than this for a brief dissertation
concerning the high and deep mysteries which hung about
quartermastering.

When we were at the Fort, the officers--who, by regulation, were
allowed a certain number of candles per month--expressed a very
unanimous preference for kerosene lamps, which had then recently come
in vogue. Lamps, wicks, and oil were benignantly supplied by the
quartermaster at the Post, but at the end of a month that officer
presented for approval and signature, requisitions and receipts for
many candles. We dreamed of a nice job at court-martial on the Q. M.,
but soon learned that by a fiction of the department, no light was
recognized other than that of candles, and receipts given for candles
covered lamps, wicks, chimneys, and oil.

Whether the Quartermasters’ Department has yet discovered the use of
petroleum, who can tell? Our Quartermaster Pearson never joined the
Regiment after it left Massachusetts, but was detailed principally
in charge of matters at the recruiting post and camp at Readville.
Lieutenant Hoyt of B Company was detailed and served for several years
as acting quartermaster. When he was detailed the term of his detail
was of course problematical, and there was too much uncertainty, as
he thought, to justify the investment required for the purchase of a
horse; but he must ride. With that straightforwardness which comes from
innocence and ignorance alike, a requisition was made upon the proper
officer for a saddle and horse for the use of the quartermaster.

If we had stolen the military chest of the army no greater outcry
could have been made; the application was rejected with contumely. For
the next day or two Quartermaster Hoyt appeared to be absorbed in the
study of the rules and regulations, articles of war, and circulars of
his department. From this course of reading he emerged with unclouded
brow and a new requisition. This time it was for an ambulance, a
horse, and a harness, to which every battalion was entitled, and the
articles required were promptly delivered. Two days later he returned
the ambulance and harness as not wanted, and kept the horse, which
was always ridden by the quartermaster; but was always known as the
ambulance horse.

It is a little in advance of our main story, but it may as well be told
here how Hoyt flanked the Division Quartermaster. When the regimental
property was unloaded from the transport at Acquia Creek, and only
the afternoon before we marched, it was found that one of our wagons
was sick in a hind wheel, and as it was almost sure to break down if
the wagon was loaded, our quartermaster endeavored to turn it in to
the Division Quartermaster, and to obtain a sound wagon in its place.
There were plenty of new wagons in the Division depot, but the officer
was ugly and refused the exchange; when it was persistently urged, the
superior grew wroth and vowed vows, and told our quartermaster that he
wouldn’t get any wagon out of him, and that he might help himself if he
could.

Hoyt did help himself that night by taking, under cover of the
darkness, a sound wheel from a wagon in the Division train, and putting
our rotten one in its place. There was a great row after we started
next morning about the breaking down of a wagon, but our train was all
right.

Not many days after our arrival at Harrison’s Landing, July 8th,
President Lincoln visited and reviewed the army. Having faith--in some
respects resembling a mustard seed--we believe that he reviewed the
32d. What we know is, that after waiting in position with the whole of
our division, from four o’clock in the afternoon until nine o’clock in
the evening, during the last three hours of which time we mourned our
delayed suppers, and possibly spoke evil of dignities, we saw in the
uncertain moonlight a party of horsemen ride along our front, one of
whom sat his horse like Andrew Jackson, and wore a stove-pipe hat, and
then we were allowed to go to our camp and our rations.

Where there are no newspapers, rumors are always plenty, and the army
abounded in rumors. One day it was reported that our corps was to
cross the river and march on Petersburg; another day we were told the
army was about to move on Richmond, and that we were to assault Fort
Darling. General Hooker made a reconnoissance in the direction of
Malvern, and it was immediately reported that he had penetrated the
defences of Richmond.

For two weeks orders were received almost daily with regard to the
removal of the sick, and the disposal of camp equipage and all extra
baggage, and rumors grew more and more wild and contradictory. After
the fearful ordeal of the malarial sickness, it is not surprising that
the intimation that the army was about to enter upon a new campaign was
hailed with something akin to delight, even by those who realized the
dangers of battle, and the toil of more active service. At last the
orders came for the movement, and it was not upon Petersburg, or Fort
Darling, or Richmond, but toward Fort Monroe.

The orders found us ready and exceedingly willing to leave a spot
crowded with sad and bitter experience, such as we can not even now
recall without a thrill almost of horror.

The marches of the 32d Regiment might claim quite as much place, if
not more, in its history, than the battles in which it took part, but
they would hardly be as attractive to the reader. At all events the
incidents of a march, exciting or not, stand a much better chance of
accurate narration than those of a battle where haste may obscure the
memory, and passion confuse the description.

In military campaigns as in civil life, patience and endurance will win
as against courage and _elan_. The first are the qualities of highest
value in marches, the second are those conspicuous in battle. And it
may be safely said, that the qualities in soldiers which make good
marching, are rarer than those which make good fighting. At least the
troops which the General will prize the most are those which march the
best: _i. e._, those in whom either _esprit-du-corps_ or discipline
is strong enough to prevent straggling on toilsome marches. Those
who marched in good form, and came into bivouac at night with full
ranks were sure to be ready and available at the moment of battle,
whether they fought well or not; and per contra, it was frequently
observed that those regiments that straggled most upon the march, were
conspicuous among the great army of “<DW15>s” at the rear in the time
of battle, and, if engaged with the enemy, were the first to break into
rout and dismay.

Now as the 32d Massachusetts was on many occasions rather conspicuous
for good solid marching, that fact should not be forgotten in its
history.

On the morning of a march the question usually was, “Who has the
advance to-day?” In a succession of days’ marching, the regiments took
turns in leading, according to an established rule. Breakfast over,
the bugle sounded, first at Division-headquarters, then at brigade,
and last at each regiment, everybody fell into his place, and the
bugle sounded again “forward.” After many halts and hitches, unless we
happened to be at the head of the column, we finally swung into the
regular marching gait. This was not fast, rarely exceeding three miles
an hour and oftener two miles or thereabouts, including halts.

The manner and method of the march,--with its object there was seldom
any disposition to meddle,--were often severely criticised both by
men and officers. For instance, a day’s march of which the objective
point might be quite distant, say 25 or 30 miles, would be begun
before daylight, and then conducted in great part as though there was
no fixed intention of going any where at all. This would be a ground
for grumbling. Marching out of a comfortable camp at midnight, moving
only a little way, and then halting and lying round without orders for
hours, then moving again at day-break at a snail’s pace, without having
broken our fast, and keeping on in this way until near noon, with no
orders for halt and breakfast; and thus on through a whole livelong
day of heat or dust, or it might be of snow or rains or chilling
winds, until late in the afternoon; horses not fed or unsaddled, men
with blankets and equipments on, flinging themselves on the ground
at every wait as if in disgust. Here was more ground for grumbling.
At length late in the afternoon, when patience and strength were all
but exhausted, we would strike into a pace of three miles or more an
hour, which would be kept up hour after hour without a moment’s rest.
Then would begin the straggling, men would throw away their overcoats
and blankets as too burdensome to carry, although the loss might be
bitterly regretted at the next bivouac, and would make their fires,
rest and cook their coffee, under the very guns of the enemy, in
defiance of danger of death or capture, and in spite of command or
threats of court-martial. The regimental column would be reduced to
the size of a company, and the men would be found strewed along the
roadside, sick or used up, many not rejoining their companies until the
bugles sounded “forward” on the following day. This style of marching
was frequent in the earlier campaigns of the Army of the Potomac,
but was afterwards much amended and improved upon. An excellent rule
adopted at a later period was to march the column steadily for one
hour, and then call a halt on the bugle for ten or fifteen minutes.
But the important point of so ordering a march that the column should
move rapidly during the cool hours of the morning and evening, halting
for an hour or two at noon, was seldom reached. It is presumable
that in many, perhaps in most cases, marches were made loitering and
toilsome, (as above described,) by unavoidable and obvious causes.
The insufficiency of the roads, there being but one, or their bad
condition, crowding the way with cattle sometimes driven in the line
of march; troops going to the rear with prisoners, or passing to the
front; skirmishing with the enemy; difficult fords, or broken bridges,
or the laying of pontoons; all these, or any of them, might cause
delay. Or orders might require the troops to be hurried forward, and
the march, too hastily begun, would be impeded by crowding or by the
necessity of cavalry, artillery, or ammunition being sent forward.

To sketch a march is an exceedingly difficult thing because there is
presented to the observer such a multitude of features, none of which
can be slighted or left out; and these features are so varied, and
present themselves in such endless succession and constantly changing
interest, that the mind becomes confused.

On the occasion of our first march with the Army of the Potomac, the
men, in the worst possible condition to support fatigue, weakened
by sickness, softened by six weeks of inaction, and enervated by a
debilitating climate, were marched out of camp at about midnight, then
halted and kept in expectation of immediate departure for seven hours,
then when the mid-summer sun had attained nearly its full heat, were
put upon the route, and with no formal halt, but with much hesitation
and frequent delay, were kept in the column fourteen weary hours.

At eleven o’clock at night, on the 15th, the Captain commanding reached
the end of the day’s march on the left bank of the Chickahominy, and
encamped with less than thirty men, who alone had been able to keep
up with the column. All night long the men came toiling in, and by the
next daylight nearly all had again joined the command.

From this by easier marches, passing Williamsburg, Yorktown, and Big
Bethel, we arrived August 19th at Newport News. Each day’s march showed
better results--officers and men gaining in health and strength as they
increased their distance from Westover, and when the first breeze came
to them over the salt water, the refreshing sensation was quaintly
declared to be like breathing ice cream.

An amusing incident is recalled of our start from Yorktown. We broke
camp at 7 A. M., 18th August. The headquarters officers’ mess of our
Regiment had been fortunate enough to confiscate a “muell” on the
previous day; his temper proved to be not child-like nor yet bland.
Upon this creature’s back was loaded the kit, consisting of pots, pans,
kettles, plates, etc., etc., with whatever bread, sugar, and other
rations were in stock. The whole affair was in charge of a darkey. The
kit was packed in two large sacks, to be hung across the mule’s back,
like panniers, and on top of these were piled a few bulky articles,
camp-chairs, and such like nick-nacks. When fully loaded little was to
be seen of “the insect,” except his ears and his legs. The darkey being
discouraged in the legs had made up his mind, as soon as it could be
done without being seen by the officers, to mount upon the top of this
pyramid of pots and pans, and to have a ride. The mule, however, had
other views. As the column filed off down the hill, rough with stumps,
and ending in a morass, we looked back and saw Mr. Mule arguing and
expostulating, mule-fashion, with Mr. Cuffy. At length, however, he
apparently yielded to the superior forensic skill of the latter, and
allowed himself to be mounted. Yet, as the sequel showed, there was a
mental reservation. After wheeling round and round several times, as if
to look the ground over thoroughly and examine this new question on all
sides, the mule laid back his long ears, stretched his neck, and bolted
straight down the hill. He stopped suddenly at the edge of the swamp,
planted his fore-feet, raised his hindquarters, and sent the other
contraband-of-war some distance into the swamp, while the kettles,
and coffee, etc., of the headquarters mess strewed the ground in all
directions. Thereafter it was remarked that that darkey invariably
led that mule; also, that several little utensils, such as cups and
saucers, were missing from the table of the mess.




IV.

_CAMPAIGNING UNDER POPE._


At Newport News the Regiment immediately embarked on the transport
steamer _Belvidere_ for Acquia Creek, thence by railroad it was
forwarded to Stafford Court House, near Fredericksburg, and on the 22d
of August encamped in a pleasant grove not far from Barnett’s Ford, on
the upper Rappahannock, in which agreeable and comparatively salubrious
locality we enjoyed a welcome rest of several days, but we were very
hungry. Our position was at too great distance to receive regular
supplies from Burnside at Acquia, and General Pope did not consider
bases of supplies of any importance.

On Saturday, the 23d, distant firing was heard in the direction of the
upper fords of the Rappahannock. On Tuesday, the 26th, one wagon came
up for each regiment, and early on the 27th we moved along the river,
past roads leading to Kemper’s and Kelly’s Fords, as far as Bealton, on
the Orange and Alexandria Railroad, then up the railroad track towards
Manassas. The sound of artillery was often audible in advance.

This march was made through a country parched by the heat of a Southern
mid-summer, the troops always enveloped in clouds of dust, the few
wells and watering-places constantly in possession of a struggling
crowd which barred out the weak who needed water most, and it cannot
be a matter for surprise, but indeed it was a matter for grief, that
hundreds of the soldiers fell exhausted by the wayside, to die in the
fields, or in prison to suffer what was worse than death.

That evening we bivouacked near Warrenton Junction, in a large wood,
the men as they came in throwing themselves upon the ground, hastening
to get their needed sleep. The officers (who could not draw rations)
felt the want of food even more than the men. The field and staff mess
could offer only some wretched cakes of corn bread.

On the morning of the 28th, before many of us had fairly tasted sleep,
we were aroused with orders to prepare for the march. The night was
yet intensely dark and it was difficult to find the way out from the
wood. The staff officers who, guided by our camp-fires, came to lead
us out upon the road, a distance of three hundred yards--were obliged
to acknowledge their inability to do so. At last a <DW64> servant
of the Surgeon, escorted by soldiers having lighted candles in the
muzzles of their rifles, guided the Regiment and the brigade out of
the wood to the roadway. Here we found the way blocked by a battery,
and resort was had to torches, by whose light the men, in single file,
picked their way through the obstructions. Then there was a long
wait for Sykes’ division, and after his files had flitted by like
shadows in the darkness, there came a grey daylight through the fog,
by which, with great trouble we were able to move slowly on our route,
winding in and out among the wagons which also had been impeded by
thick darkness. At length we moved pretty rapidly in the direction of
Manassas, following the line of the railway. At Catlett’s a train of
cars was seen which had been fired and partially destroyed; near by we
passed a headquarters camp, said to have been General Pope’s, which
had evidently been raided by the enemy. At intervals we could hear the
sound of fighting, at the north and northeast, sometimes pretty near,
and we were hurried forward as rapidly as possible. At Kettle Run we
saw evidences of the battle which Hooker had fought there with Ewell’s
corps, and saw many prisoners and wounded men. Here the fighting seemed
to be northwest from us; as we crossed Broad Run, about sundown, it was
nearly due north.

A day of hot sun and stifling dust was this 28th day of August; on
every side were evidences that there had been heavy fighting. The
railroad track had been torn up and its bridges destroyed, clearly by
the rebels. The trains of wagons, the batteries, the troops of all arms
that we passed or that passed us this day, were wonderful for number.

We encamped upon a large plain, a half mile beyond the Run, while the
sound of artillery and musketry on our left was very distinctly heard.

At dawn next morning, Friday, August 29th, we marched toward Manassas
Junction. Rapid and fierce fighting on our left, in the direction of
Bull Run. At the Junction, what had been a long train of luggage cars,
loaded with army equipments, clothing, and supplies, was found a heap
of smouldering ruins, and the track and bridges had been destroyed and
were yet burning. Looking to the north the smoke of battle could be
plainly discerned, marked by white puffs of bursting shells, and the
sound of artillery was faintly heard; a long line of dust extended from
Thoroughfare Gap into and apparently beyond the field of battle.

After a brief halt on the heights of Manassas, we countermarched and
took the road to Gainesville, which here is nearly parallel to the
Manassas Gap Railroad; we passed McDowell’s corps, lying along the
roadside a mile or so from the Junction. They cheered and told us to
“go in” and said that they had enough of it, etc. All this time we
had had no chance to eat or drink, and nobody seemed to understand
our movements. The wildest rumors were afloat; now that Pope was cut
off and captured--now that Jackson was surrounded, pressed by Siegel,
and trying to escape by Aldie--now that there was a large force in
our rear, and that we were cut off from Washington. Then, and this
seemed true, that Lee or Longstreet was bringing up reinforcements to
Jackson by Thoroughfare Gap, and that Siegel, or McDowell, or Banks, or
somebody unknown, was trying to prevent this movement.

After passing McDowell’s men we marched rapidly, and when five and a
half or six miles out from Manassas Junction, came to a bold elevation
of cleared land, extending from the road to the railway, and on a line
nearly parallel could see a long line of dust marking the line upon
which the enemy was moving; and when there were openings in the wood,
which for the most part masked the moving column, we could with a good
glass see their artillery, infantry, and trains.

The cloud of dust which revealed the march of the enemy along our front
was lost on the right, where it passed over a low wooded ridge, beyond
which was seen the battle smoke. The guns could be heard only faintly
by us in our high position, and must have been inaudible in the woods
of the valley below.

Upon this hill we were deployed, and guns were brought up and placed
in position. Our brigade (Griffin’s) started out on the right flank,
moved over the railroad track and for some distance into the woods,
with skirmishers thrown out in the front and on the flank, but finding
no practicable way through the woods returned and drew up on the hill.
Two or three regiments were deployed to the front as skirmishers and
sent down the hill and across the valley, as if to feel of the enemy,
whose column continued to pour down from Thoroughfare, turning to the
northeast at a point about two miles away--at or near Gainesville.

Generals Porter and McDowell, with other generals and their staff,
stood in a group; the infantry was closed in mass and the batteries
ready for action when, from a corn-field in the flank of the marching
column in the valley, there suddenly curled a wreath of smoke, and
then another and another. A round shot buried itself in the face of
the hill, throwing up a cloud of dust; then one after the other two
shells burst close to the general officers, killing two men of our
brigade. Our own batteries promptly replied and silenced the guns in
front, but they opened again further to the right with such a rake upon
our infantry as to make it prudent to withdraw them to the cover of
the ground. Evidently our General intended an attack, and everything
was ready; but the remonstrances of Morell and Marshall prevailed upon
Porter to countermand the order, and we finally bivouacked upon the
hill.

On the 30th, before day-break, we took the road with orders to proceed
to Centreville. Our brigade was to cover the rear in this movement, and
of course was preceded in the march by the supply train of the corps.
Before breakfast we had crossed Bull Run at Blackburn’s Ford. It seems
that orders had been sent to change the destination of our corps,
but the officer charged with their delivery having followed back the
column until he reached the trains, gave orders to the quartermaster
in charge of them to continue on to Centreville, and either did not
know or entirely forgot that our Brigade was beyond the wagons; whence
it happened that while the rest of our corps was in battle on the
Gainesville road, we were waiting at Centreville, wondering where they
were, hearing the roar of battle as it drew nearer and nearer to our
hillside, and constantly expecting orders.

At about four o’clock we started for the field of battle. Almost
immediately we came upon swarms of stragglers, who had left their
ranks, and who were full of stories of regiments all cut up, as
well as of their individual prowess. Then came crowds of wounded
men, ambulances, wagons, empty caissons, until at last the road was
fairly blocked with officers and men in no order, horses, wagons, and
batteries. Men were running, panting, cursing, and some worn out and
exhausted had thrown themselves upon the ground by the roadside utterly
indifferent to their fate; and now we knew that this was the route of
an exhausted army, and that our duty was to guard their rear.

Forcing our way through all, just as we came to the well-ordered but
retreating lines, night came on; and although there were yet sounds of
desultory firing, and occasional shot or shells plunging and exploding
about us, the fight was over, and in the gloom of night we marched
slowly back with the throng of troops to the heights of Centreville.

Next morning, Sunday, August 31st, 1862, it was raining hard. The scene
of confusion about us beggars description, and everybody was hungry,
wet, and dispirited. Before noon, however, order began to come out
of chaos. Men found their colors, and regiments and brigades their
appointed stations, and our Brigade moved out upon the Gainesville Pike
to receive the first onset of the enemy. Our position was on the right
of the turnpike, and the line extended north and east toward Fairfax,
with a strong picket two or three hundred yards in front, and here we
passed the afternoon in quiet.

All day Monday, September 1st, trains of ambulances, under flags of
truce, were going out to the field of battle and returning loaded with
wounded men. The weather continued cold and rainy, with a northeast
wind. Toward evening the sound of fighting was heard in the direction
of Chantilly. The men were wet to the skin, rations exhausted, no fires
allowed. Surgeons coming in from the battle-field reported the enemy
in great force a very short distance out on the turnpike, and on the
old Warrenton Road, waiting the order to attack. The night was passed
in misery; the hazard of our position forbade sleep, and comfort was
impossible. The army had moved from Centreville, in our rear, and at 3
A. M. we drew in our pickets and moved quietly away.

Looking back as we left Centreville, we saw the enemy coming into the
town in great numbers, but they made no attack. At Fairfax Court House
we met large bodies of troops; thence, taking a northeast course, we
passed Vienna, and toward evening struck the Leesburg Turnpike. Beyond
Levinsville we were met by General McClellan, who was enthusiastically
greeted by the troops, and at 11 P. M. we bivouacked at Langley’s,
after a march of twenty-eight miles.

Wednesday, September 3d, we encamped on Miners Hill, near Falls Church,
which was the locality of Porter’s command previous to the Peninsula
campaign.

Our active campaign with the army of Virginia comprised only ten days
as almanacs count time, but these were days so full of excitement and
of incident that memory recalls a whirl of occurrences and events,
succeeding so rapidly one to another that it is with difficulty one
can separate them. There are pictures, but they are changing with the
rapidity of those of the kaleidoscope.

One scene constantly recurring, not only on this, but on many another
march, presents to us again the array of sick or exhausted men, who
strewed the route of the hurried columns--their pinched and worn
faces--their eyes half closed, gazing into space--their bodies crouched
or cramped with pain, supported against trees or fences, or lying prone
upon the ground; the men almost always clinging to their rifles. “If
one had told me yesterday,” said an officer on his first march with
the army, “that I could pass one man so stricken, and not stop to aid
or console him, I should have resented the charge as a slander, and
already I have passed hundreds.” Many, many such, necessarily abandoned
to their fate, crept into the woods and died. Under repeated orders,
all men absent and not accounted for, should have been reported as
deserters, but Captains were more merciful than the orders, and few
were found to brand as ignominious the names of men who deserved rather
to be canonized as martyrs.

Another memory is of a gallant Captain of artillery, whose battery
marched just in advance of our Regiment--of an aide galloping back
and wheeling to the Captain’s side to communicate an order--the quick
question, “where?” a short answer, a note of a bugle, and the Captain
dashes off to our left, followed by his battery--the thunderous rumble
of caissons and gun-carriages dying away as they pass out of our sight
over a swell of land. It is strange that as this scene is recalled
where a fellow-soldier rushed to immediate death, a prominent feature
of the picture is the vivid color of the mass of blue flowers which
clothed the entire field through which his battery dashed away from our
column.

Another turn of the mnemonic glass, and we see the country about
Manassas trodden into a vast highway. Just there Stuart had captured
a train laden with quartermaster’s stores, and the ground all about
was strewn with broken cases and what had been their contents--new
uniforms, underclothing, hats and shoes, from which men helped
themselves at will, leaving the old where they found the new. Near
by, on the railroad track, waited a long train loaded with sick and
wounded--the cars packed full, and many lying on the top unsheltered in
the sun.

Yet again, and we are in sight of Thoroughfare, and see the long lines
of dust revealing the march of Lee’s army down towards us from the
Gap, and we remember the applause we gave when the first shell from
Hazlitt’s parrot guns exploded exactly in a line of rebel infantry
(scattering them as is rarely done except in cheap engravings), and how
little we appreciated the like accuracy of aim by which an enemy’s shot
killed two men in one of our own regiments.

And again there comes a mental photograph, date and locality
indistinct, which represents nineteen officers gathered about a
sumptuous repast, comprising three loaves of old bread, a fragment of
cheese and a half canteen of water, almost as stale as the bread, and
the careful watch of Field upon Staff and Staff upon Line, to see that
only one swallow of water is taken by each in his turn.

And finally, we stand blocking the way to gaze upon a wrecked omnibus,
inscribed--“Georgetown and Navy Yard”--one of many vehicles impressed
in Washington and sent out as ambulances, and which, after reviving in
us memories of civilization, was to become a trophy in the hands of the
enemy.




V.

_OUR THIRD BATTALION._


When the 32d Regiment left Massachusetts in May, the war fever was
raging, and it was supposed that it would be the work but of a few days
to recruit the four companies required to complete the Regiment, and it
was clearly understood that the first recruits were to be assigned to
us. But being out of sight we were indeed out of mind, and the pressure
of officers interested in constructing new regiments constantly delayed
our claims to consideration.

In two months over three thousand volunteers had been accepted, of
whom only one hundred (our Company G) had been assigned to us. The
rendezvous for the Eastern part of the State was the camp at Lynnfield,
which was placed under the command of Colonel Maggi, of the 33d. His
own regiment occupied the chief part of the camp, and the only entrance
to it was through his regimental guard. Both he and his Lieutenant
Colonel, a young and handsome officer named Underwood, had a quick eye
for a promising recruit, and as the constantly arriving volunteers
passed within the lines, the best were drafted into the 33d, and the
remainder were passed into the command of Major Wilde, whose camp was
just beyond.

Dr. Edward A. Wilde, afterward Colonel of the 35th Massachusetts, and
yet later Brigadier General of Volunteers, was commissioned, July
24th, 1862, to fill the then vacant majority in the 32d, and had been
temporarily placed in charge of the unattached volunteers at Lynnfield,
three hundred of whom had been roughly fashioned into companies, and
were to be assigned to us.

Upon Colonel Parker’s return to Massachusetts, Governor Andrew gave
to our matters his willing attention. Upon inspection of the three
companies, the Colonel thought that he could do better than to
take Colonel Maggi’s rejected recruits, and they were accordingly
transferred to the 35th.

At the urgent request of the authorities of Newton, supported by the
Honorable J. Wiley Edmands, a company raised entirely in that town was
regimented in the 32d. A company from Charlestown was made the basis
of Company I, and taking a lesson from Colonel Maggi, whose regiment
happily was now filled, a third company was organized at the camp by
selecting from the town quotas the choicest material, and passing
over the remainder to the 35th. We were able to accomplish this by
the active aid of our Major Wilde. If the Major had known that he was
to be the first Colonel of the 35th, that regiment might perhaps have
been benefited, but the 32d undoubtedly owed to his want of prophetic
vision the fact that its 3d Battalion was composed of men in every
respect equal to those of its First.

On the 2d of August the companies were detached from Major Wilde’s
recruits and ordered to report to Colonel Parker, who at once moved
them some eight hundred yards away, where they encamped in a charming
spot, between the pond and the highway, until they should be provided
with clothing, arms, and equipments.

The beauty and convenience of that camp has impressed its memory upon
every soldier of the Battalion; but the proprietor of the land did not
seem to be equally pleased with an arrangement to which very possibly
his previous consent was not obtained; but if he expected to drive us
away by removing the rope and bucket from the well near by, he was
sadly disappointed. He presented to the Colonel a huge bill for the
use of the premises, and for damages caused by the cutting down of a
sapling elm, and the removal of a rod or two of stone wall. If he never
collected it he should have been comforted by the fact that we never
charged him for the construction of two good wells on the ground, and
the stones of his fence may yet be found in the walls of those wells.

On the 6th Colonel Parker left to rejoin the regiment, leaving the
Battalion to follow under Major Wilde, but the Major was promoted to
the 35th, and it was not until the 20th that the three companies,
commanded by the senior Captain (Moulton), left Lynnfield by railroad
to Somerville, thence marching to Charlestown, where a generous
entertainment had been provided for them by the citizens. That evening
they left by the Providence Railroad--the entire route through the
cities of Charlestown and Boston being one ovation. At Stonington they
took the steamer, landing the next morning at Jersey City, and taking
a train for Philadelphia. Through that good city they marched to the
Cooper Refreshment Rooms, and being well fed and otherwise refreshed,
moved thence to the Baltimore Station. It was well into the next day
before they arrived in that town of doubtful loyalty, and it was
morning on the 22d when they landed in Washington, and took up quarters
at the railroad barracks.

While the commanding officer was endeavoring to find somebody to
give him orders, several hours of liberty were allowed to the men,
few of whom had ever seen Washington. It was not the quiet place
that it had been when the right wing arrived there months before,
but was again astir with signs of active war. The movement to effect
a junction between the armies of Generals McClellan and Pope was in
progress, and long trains of wagons were moving between Alexandria and
the various depots of supplies, and ambulances loaded with sick and
wounded streamed to and from the hospitals, while on the walks, men in
uniforms, some brand new and some ragged and dirty, jostled each other;
new recruits from the North--garrison men from the forts--stragglers
and convalescents from the armies in the field.

If at the word hospital there is presented to the mind’s eye of the
reader a spacious structure in stone or brick, covered with a dome and
expanding into wings, all embosomed in a park-like enclosure, with
verdant lawns shaded by trees and mottled with shrubbery, that reader
did not go to muster in Virginia in ‘62. Provision thought to be ample
had been made in Washington, by the construction in several unoccupied
squares, of rows of detached wooden sheds, each of which was the ward
of a hospital. Rough and unattractive as these appeared set down among
the dusty streets, upon a plot of land from which every green thing was
trodden out, their interiors were in fact models of neatness, and in
some sort, of comfort. But the battles of the Peninsula had soon filled
these, and when there were added to them the sick from McClellan’s
army and the invalids from Pope’s, every available building was taken,
and finally when within ten days, eight thousand patients were added
from the James River, vacant house-lots were occupied, and for want of
tents, awnings of sails or boards were laid over rough frames, and the
passer-by could see the patients stretched upon the straw. The happy
result of this, and other enforced experiments, was to prove that even
these wretched makeshifts were better than close-walled houses, for
hospital purposes.

On the 23d the Battalion marched over Long Bridge to the town of
Alexandria--preferring at night the outside of the building designated
to shelter them. The next day tents and wagons were obtained, and on
the 25th their first camp was made on the hillside, near the Seminary.

Everything in that neighborhood was in confusion. During the week that
the command remained encamped, Franklin’s and Sumner’s corps arrived at
Alexandria, and not only was the town crowded with soldiers, but the
woods were full of them, and all the energies of the authorities were
devoted to endeavors to supply them, and push them out to the rescue of
General Pope’s army.

Considering that nobody, not even the General-in-chief, knew where
Pope’s army was, it is not surprising that all the efforts made by
officers to find our Regiment were fruitless; indeed it mattered
little that they were, for the wagons were taken away for the pressing
service of more experienced troops, who were unable to move for want of
transportation.

At last, on the 3d of September, the locality of Porter’s Corps was
ascertained, and the Battalion joined the rest of the Regiment. There
was a striking contrast in the appearance of the old and new companies.
The three new companies outnumbered all the other seven. The veterans
looked with wonder upon the fresh northern faces and the bright new
uniforms, while the recruits scanned with at least equal surprise the
mud-stained, worn, and weary men who were to be their comrades. So long
were the new platoons, that the detachment was christened “Moulton’s
Brigade,” but the superiority of numbers was not long with them, and
two weeks of campaigning amalgamated the command.

The three companies comprising our “3d Battalion” were--

Company H, recruited at the Lynnfield Camp, commanded by Captain
Henry W. Moulton; its Lieutenants were John H. Whidden and Joseph W.
Wheelwright.

Company I, recruited in Charlestown, Captain Hannibal D. Norton;
Lieutenants, Chas. H. Hurd and Lucius H. Warren, since Brevet
Brigadier-General.

Company K, recruited in Newton, Captain J. Cushing Edmands, afterwards
Colonel and Brevet Brigadier-General; Lieutenants, Ambrose Bancroft and
John F. Boyd.

At Upton’s Hill the complete organization of the Regiment was published
in the orders. The Lieutenant Colonel was promoted to be Colonel,
Captain Prescott to be Lieutenant Colonel, and Captain Stephenson to be
Major. The medical staff consisted of Z. Boylston Adams, Surgeon, with
the rank of Major; William Lyman Faxon and W. H. Bigelow, Assistant
Surgeons, ranking as First Lieutenants; W. T. M. Odiorne, Hospital
Steward. The non-commissioned staff consisted of James P. Wade,
Sergeant Major; James A. White, Quartermaster Sergeant; Charles E.
Madden, Commissary Sergeant; and Freeman Field, Principal Musician.

Dr. Bigelow, Steward Odiorne, and Sergeant Madden, were new
appointments. All the rest had been with the Regiment through all its
experience in the field.

No chaplain was ever commissioned in the 32d, no application having
ever been made on the part of the line officers, to whom belonged the
initiative, and none being desired, so far as was known by any officer
or man.

In an army composed of men of many different religious beliefs, as was
the case in ours, the chaplains should constitute a staff corps, its
members proportioned as to faith, in some degree to the requirements
of the army, so that from the headquarters of an army or corps details
might be made of the proper men for any required duty. Attached to
regimental headquarters, they were very generally utterly inefficient
for good professionally. It was the rule with us that, when any of the
sick were near death, the fact should be reported to the commanding
officer, who was often the first to communicate the tidings, and
who invariably enquired of the dying man if he desired the service
of a chaplain. When this was desired, an orderly was sent with the
compliments of the Colonel, to some chaplain near by, to ask his
attendance. With only rare exceptions such services were cheerfully and
promptly rendered.

The burial service was usually read by the commanding officer over the
bodies of our dead; but in one case, where the man had been a Roman
Catholic, it was thought better to ask the attendance of a chaplain of
that faith. It happened that the orderly could not readily find one,
and could find only one, and returned with the unusual reply that the
chaplain could not come.

Upon further inquiry it appeared that the orderly had presented the
message, with the compliments of the Colonel, to the chaplain, who was
reposing after dinner. “Was he a good Catholic?” enquired the priest.
The orderly assured him that he was. “My compliments to the Colonel,
then, and tell him he can bury him. It is all right.” With which reply
the messenger was compelled to return. Failing the orderly’s assurance
of the man’s good and regular standing, of course the chaplain would
have escaped the duty too.

In November, 1862, our camp hospital offered merely a canvas tent for
shelter, and some straw spread upon the frosty ground for bedding.
One of the patients, in view of approaching death, expressed to the
Adjutant his wish to be baptized, and of course a messenger was sent
forth to seek a chaplain, with the customary compliments, and to ask
his attendance on a dying man.

A chaplain promptly appeared at our headquarters, was escorted to the
hospital tent and left at the side of the sick man. Very soon after,
the Colonel, meeting the reverend officer pacing thoughtfully in the
open air, stopped and enquired as to the patient’s condition. Evidently
considerably embarrassed, the chaplain said “you did not tell me that
the man wanted baptism.” “Very true,” was the reply, “but why is that
any difficulty?” “Because,” rejoined the clergyman, hesitatingly, “I
am of the Baptist persuasion, and this is no case for immersion.”

It was very awkward, but the Colonel, who had thought only of a
chaplain as the proper officer for a present duty, apologized for his
want of thought, thanked the gentleman, and said that he would try
again, or if it became necessary, would himself administer the holy
rite. The chaplain, however, requested a few minutes for reflection,
at the end of which he decided to officiate himself and did so, first
taking the precaution to enquire of the soldier whether he preferred
immersion or sprinkling, the latter of which very naturally was
elected.




VI.

_THE ANTIETAM CAMPAIGN._


Until September 12th, our Division remained at Upton’s Hill, while the
rest of the Army of the Potomac drew off into Maryland in observation
of General Lee, concerning whose movements no definite information
could for a time be obtained.

It was a favorite theory among the authorities in Washington that
General Lee would lead McClellan off into Western Maryland, and then
slip round into his rear and capture the aforesaid authorities. Of
course 80,000 men do not slip about such a country very easily, and of
course General Lee would never have dared to place his army between
the forts of Washington and the Army of the Potomac; but even such
absurd fears required consideration, and in addition to the artillery
garrisons in the forts and the new levies inside the defences, Morell’s
division was left for a time to watch the approaches to the Chain
Bridge, which was the weakest point in the defences of the city.

During these days the various corps of the army whose organization a
week before had been almost destroyed, were marching through the town
in columns of platoons, with their drums beating and colors flying,
their array as fine as it would have been on parade before they had
ever seen the enemy, and inspiring all who saw them to a happy augury
of the result of the first Maryland campaign.

On the 11th, our Division received orders to join the army in the field
with all possible speed, and on the 12th we folded our tents, and
took the route in the track of our comrades. As usual the start was
delayed until the sun was well up in the sky, and before we were out
of the District of Columbia the heat had become oppressive, and the
men, especially those of the new companies, were suffering greatly. Our
route was from Upton’s Hill past Fort Corcoran, through Georgetown and
Washington, and out by 7th street.

Early in the day came a circular order to be read at the head of
each company denouncing the penalty of death, without trial, as the
punishment for straggling, the utter absurdity of which was shown
by the fact that before nightfall one-third of the men had fallen
out of their ranks, the order to the contrary notwithstanding. The
old soldiers, happily, (or unhappily) had learned that the bark of
the orders was worse than their bite, but the new recruits had the
impression, as yet, that orders meant what they said, and believed that
the officers would shoot down all those who faltered; consequently,
what between soldierly ambition and personal fear, the new men would
struggle on until they could do so no longer. The day was burning hot,
and the last hour before noon was chosen to give the command one pull
of three miles without rest; and when at last the bugle sounded “halt,”
not less than fifty of our men fell exhausted, fainting or sunstruck,
several of them raving with insane imaginings.

Although we tarried at this place for an hour or more, the Colonel
assuming the responsibility to fall out with his entire command, it was
found necessary at last to leave some twenty men who needed rest and
care, the greater part of whom were finally discharged from hospitals
disabled for service. Here, too, in order to lighten the march, a
quantity of knapsacks and blankets were left stored in a barn, but
before our teams could return for them the whole had been gobbled by
stragglers.

It was after dark when at last we halted for the night, and the
Adjutant’s returns showed that one of the new companies then numbered
three officers and seven men, and another no officers and one man[1]
present for duty. We bivouacked in columns of companies, and that one
man executed under his own command the company right wheel, dressed
his ranks, stacked his arm (by plunging the bayonet into the ground),
called the roll, broke ranks, supped, and slept the sleep of the just.

[1] Private Isaac W. Thurlow, of Methuen, afterward promoted to be
Lieutenant C. T.

The next two days’ march brought us, via Middlebrook, Clarksville, and
Hyattstown to Frederick; the weather, though clear, was not so hot as
on the 12th, the men were in better condition and, on the whole, we
gained in numbers. Many will remember our bivouac that Sunday evening
as the place where they indulged in a welcome bath in the clear waters
of the Monocacy river. All day on the 14th (Sunday), we heard heavy
firing, and on the 15th the sound of heavy guns at Harper’s Ferry
continued to assure us that our flag still was there, but its sudden
cessation at last told as plainly of the surrender.

Our march of the 15th and 16th, although rapid, was not exhausting;
the air was more autumnal, and we were cheered by the evidence of
the fact that we were the pursuers. Large numbers of rebel prisoners
passed us going to our rear. As we marched through Frederick we were
greeted with hearty cheers from civilians and the waving kerchiefs of
ladies, and children distributed ripe fruits, which were most welcome
to the bilious soldiers. On the South Mountain battle-field a detail
was burying the dead, and we saw many bodies in grey uniforms awaiting
burial. We had previously met and saluted the dead General Reno, borne
to the rear in an ambulance draped with the national colors.

As we passed over one of the mountain ridges, there broke upon our
sight a view such as New England cannot offer. A valley stretching
far away on either hand, everywhere divided into large fields of rich
farming lands, among which the homes of well-to-do farmers stood, with
groups of barns and granges and hay ricks gathered about them, the
whole testifying to the comfort and wealth of the inhabitants. At every
house there were words of welcome and cheer. The entire population
evidently was in sympathy with our cause, and their recent sight of
the retreating army of the enemy had evidently strengthened their
enthusiasm for his pursuers.

It was almost sundown on the 16th when we came up with the main body of
our army between Keedysville and Antietam Creek. The air was full of
smoke from the camp-fires, and the hillsides alive with the men, who
were making ready for their supper and their sleep. Our Division was
guided into the field assigned to us, and our men were soon deep in
similar preparations.

We knew that the hostile armies were now face to face, and that a great
battle was imminent. Curiosity led many to gather on the hilltops and
to look over what was to be the battlefield, to the crests of the low
hills on the opposite bank of the stream, where we could see the spires
of the little town of Sharpsburg sharply defined against the warm sky,
and the smoke from the rebel camp-fires glowing in the light of the
setting sun. A few well-directed shells from the enemy’s batteries
however, dulled our curiosity in that direction, and we turned to our
camps to see how an army looks upon the eve of a pitched battle.

The eastward <DW72>s of the hills on the left branch of the Antietam
were occupied by the infantry of the army of McClellan, extending some
four miles from right to left. Near the tops of these hills a few
batteries of artillery were ready for use at a moment’s notice, but
more of them were below us, their horses feeding at the picket ropes,
the men busy about their supper.

Farther away to the rear the ammunition wagons were parked, those of
each division by themselves, and yet farther back the supply trains of
the different corps, and the reserve divisions of artillery and cavalry.

There was every show of complete readiness for the morrow, in the array
of the troops and the provision for the fight--but everything was busy
and cheery. As night fell the smoke became less dense, and the bright
light of a thousand glowing fires enlivened the scene. There was no
sign of haste or of anxiety; occasionally a mule sounded his trumpet
as a signal for more feed, and often the sound of horses’ feet was
heard as some officer or orderly galloped leisurely by; there was some
singing and much laughter heard from the various camps, and at last the
stirring but confused sound of the tattoo along the whole line from the
bugles of the distant cavalry and the neighboring artillery, and the
drums and fifes of the infantry of the line.

Then came gentle sleep, nowhere more grateful and welcome than in the
bivouac of the soldier on the night before the battle.

From dawn to dark no fairer sky was ever seen than that beneath which,
on the 17th day of September, 1862, was fought the battle of the
Antietam. It may be doubted whether there was in the history of our
civil war, any instance of a battle for which the preparation was on
both sides so complete, of which the field was more free and open to
the movements of the troops and the oversight of the commanders, or in
which the result depended so directly upon the ability of the generals
and the conduct of the troops, and so little upon purely accidental
occurrences.

The Confederate army occupied the crest of the rising ground which lies
immediately west of the Antietam, and between it and the Potomac. That
portion of this crest in which lay the left and the centre of their
army, was for the most part wooded and broken by outcropping ledges,
and through it ran roads whose fences and cuts afforded frequent
vantage ground for a defensive force. Their right was in an open
country, but one intersected by stone walls, and presenting on the side
toward the Union lines very abrupt declivities.

The left of our army (directly opposite the rebel right), were posted
on low hills, whose western sides were also steep and rough. Between
the two positions the gap was just sufficient for the passage of the
little river and for a narrow country road on either bank, and here the
stream was spanned by a stone bridge of three arches, since known as
Burnside’s bridge.

Nearly a mile above, over a similar bridge, the Sharpsburg turnpike
crossed the Antietam, cutting by a direct line the centres of both
armies. Lying across this road, east of the river, on commanding
ground, the corps of Gen. Porter held the centre of the loyal army,
connecting with Burnside on the left and with Sumner on the right. On
the right of the Union army was Hooker’s corps, on the west bank of the
stream, and almost in contact with the rebel left, occupying the ground
which they had won from the enemy at nightfall of the day before; both
parties in the same wood sleeping on their arms in line of battle.

Taken together, the positions of the two armies described a figure not
unlike the letter D, of which the curved portion may represent the
Union lines, and the straight part (which was in fact also curved),
those of the Confederates. Except at our left (the bottom of the D),
our army held both banks of the Antietam, and at both extremes the two
armies almost touched.

Standing among the guns of Porter’s batteries, about the centre of
the Union lines, one seemed to look down upon the field, the whole of
which, except the immediate vicinity of Burnside’s bridge, was open to
the view. Directly in our front the Antietam washed the base of the
hill, on the rounded summit of which the guns were placed, but from the
farther bank the land rose gently rolling to the lines of the army of
our enemy. Between us and the rebel centre were cleared fields, many
of them bearing crops of nearly ripened corn, bounded to the left by
steep hill-sides closing in to the river, but on the right running up
to a glade bordered by woodlands. In these woods, and in and over that
glade, occurred the severest struggles and the greatest slaughter of
this hard-fought battle. Near Porter’s lines, on yet higher land, the
headquarters of our army were established for the day.

Of the curving line of the union army, the left was the corps of
General Burnside, the centre the corps of General Porter, and the right
the corps of General Hooker; but in the rear of Hooker was the corps
of General Mansfield, and behind it that of General Sumner, while the
force of General Franklin, just up from Pleasant Valley, acted as the
reserve.

McClellan’s plan of the battle was to make the principal attack from
his right, but as soon as that was well engaged, to throw Burnside from
his left against the right of Lee, not absolutely as a real attack, but
by menacing the road to the ford which was Lee’s only line of retreat,
to occupy and divert certain portions of the Confederate army, and thus
reduce its power of resistance to the real attack upon the other flank.

By reason of the curvation of the line, our batteries in its centre
could reach effectively the whole extent of the front of the enemy from
left to right; and throughout the day, as opportunity offered, the guns
did good execution, and more especially upon our right where we could
annoy the rebel infantry while in the cover of the woods, and enfilade
them whenever they appeared in the open glade.

At break of day the rattling volleys of musketry on the right told
that Hooker was opening the great struggle. Soon occasional deep thuds
of his cannon were also heard, then nearer and more constant came
the sounds approaching from both wings, until our own batteries in
the centre joined in the din. Along the whole line gun for gun came
back--as if echoed from the other ridge--the voice of the invading army
from lips of bronze and iron, and its exploding messengers repeated in
our ears the arguments of war, until hundreds of heavy guns were united
in one deep quivering roar. And although there was rising and falling
in the sound, yet until nightfall the sound of battle never ceased.

Just across the creek the skirmishers of our corps showed like dotted
lines upon the fields; now and then we could see the smoke puff from
their rifles, although the sound was lost in that of the general
conflict. On the left, until afternoon, no movements were visible, but
across that open glade, far away on the right, the tide of battle ebbed
and flowed.

First from the edge of the woods on our side, appeared a ragged line
of men fleeing for their lives, and following them the solid front of
Hooker’s corps, firing as it followed.

The fugitives were three brigades of Jackson’s men, and the dark spots
before the advancing line were the first fruits of that harvest of
slaughter, whose winrows before nightfall traversed the whole of that
fatal glade.

Hooker’s men had nearly crossed the open ground when the whole of
Jackson’s corps burst from the western wood and met them in the open
field; Hooker against Jackson--that was the tug of war. No sign of
yielding could be marked on either side. Both lines became involved in
the smoke of their rifles, but whenever the breeze wafted the smoke
away, the reduced number of the combatants could be noted, and the
fringe of wounded men and their too numerous helpers, which always
hangs from the rear in the battle line, was constantly visible between
each body and its nearest sheltering wood.

There was no moment when this contest ended; no line was seen pursuing
or pursued, but little by little both melted away; and when all were
gone, out from the edge of the woods on either side belched the fire
and smoke of the batteries.

Now seven o’clock by Sharpsburg time. The scattered men of the broken
divisions of each army sought the friendly shelter of the lines which
were advancing to relieve them. Hood of Longstreet’s command, was
marshalling his brigades within the timber on the west, and Mansfield’s
corps was moving up through the rough woodland on the east, and for
a season the open space between was unoccupied save by the dead and
wounded, and the rolling, drifting smoke from the artillery.

The next movement visible to us was from the Confederate side, whence,
with a rapid rush, came the command of General Hood,--Texas, Georgia,
and Alabama men. In a few minutes they had crossed the open field in
the face of our guns, and although a portion of their line faltered,
yet another pushed even up to the line of our batteries, silencing
almost every gun. Mansfield had fallen, but his men were there, and
their rattling volleys showed that the enemy could get no foothold in
the wood, just in the edge of which the line of smoke hung steadily an
hour or more.

At nine o’clock the contest was for the moment ended by the advance of
Sedgwick’s division of Sumner’s corps, before which the southern troops
broke and fled over the glade to the cover opposite, and again our guns
opened upon their shelter.

Sedgwick’s division was the right of Sumner’s corps, and now between
it and us moved up from the Antietam the divisions of Richardson and
French, his left and centre. Unobserved by the enemy, we could see
them forming for the attack, and we watched with intense interest
their steady progress diagonally across our front. As they crossed the
summit of each rise, they came under the fire of the rebel batteries;
but our twenty-pounders playing over their heads, kept the rebel lines
crackling with shells, to the comfort of our friends and the confusion
of their foes. In each depression of the land Richardson and French
halted to dress their ranks, and then moved quickly on; and so they won
closer and closer to the enemy, until they were so near that the guns
of our batteries could not help nor those of the enemy hurt them. Here,
in a field of standing corn, they came upon the infantry of General
Hill, who, protected by fences and road cuttings, opened a galling
fire. Receiving but not answering this, Sumner’s divisions, aided by
horse batteries from Porter’s corps, dashed forward and secured these
defences for themselves, driving out the Confederate infantry on the
right, capturing or slaying them in the sunken road on the left. For a
few brief minutes the carnage was terrific.

Here Richardson and French, not without frequent contests, held their
advanced position all the day. We have described their movement as if
it had been an isolated one; but it was not so. The right of Sumner’s
corps, the division of “Old John” Sedgwick, was carrying everything
before it. It swept in solid form across the glade, and pushed out of
our sight into and through what we have called the western wood, and
into the open land beyond.

The violence of this attack outran discretion and the division found
itself out in the open fields with no support on either flank, and met
by fresh troops of the enemy. Falling slowly back it came into line
with the division of General French, but leaving a great gap between,
into which the advancing forces of the enemy hastened to drive a
cleaving wedge.

It was now one o’clock P. M., and we held the whole of the right and
centre of General Lee’s original position, but not firmly. Besides the
danger at the gap between Sedgwick and French, the latter was short of
ammunition and Sedgwick’s right was feeble.

At this time, most opportunely, McClellan ordered forward his
reserve, the corps of General Franklin; and that officer dividing
his command, closed up the threatened gap, re-inforced French’s line
and strengthened Sedgwick’s right, welding the whole to such tough
consistency that no further impression could be made. What we had won
we held.

Three o’clock in the afternoon and nothing seen of Burnside yet.

The most untutored of those who had watched the varying fortunes of the
field could see that if Lee’s right had been attacked while McClellan
was thus hammering on his left, either his right or left must have
yielded. We had seen troops moving from the one flank to reinforce the
other, until it seemed as if none could remain to hold the right. From
officers about the headquarters we knew that McClellan, in person, had
the night before advanced the division of Burnside’s corps close to the
bridge, and that he had told that general to reconnoitre carefully, in
readiness for attacking in the morning. We knew that at six o’clock he
had been ordered to form his troops for the assault upon the bridge,
and that at eight o’clock orders had been sent to carry the bridge,
gain the heights, and move upon Sharpsburg.

General McClellan himself looked not more anxiously for movement on the
left, than did we who saw the gallant fighting of the right; but five
hours had passed before the capture of the bridge by the twin 51sts of
New York and Pennsylvania, and since then two more of those priceless
hours had passed away. Oh! if Sheridan or our Griffin could but have
been commanding there.

The last peremptory order to advance and “not to stop for loss of
life” produced the wished-for movement, but it was too late and too
hesitating to accomplish great results.

When, at last, the heights were gained, the division of A. P. Hill had
arrived to reinforce the enemy, who could also spare something from in
front of our now-weakened right.

Burnside’s men fought well--gave only slowly back, and that not far.
Six battalions of regulars from our corps moved to the front, joining
the right of Burnside’s corps to the left of Sumner’s, and leaving
our (Morell’s) division, in the rear of the advanced line, the only
reserve force of McClellan’s army. One brigade was sent to the left to
strengthen Burnside, and at five P. M., our own, the last, was marched
toward the right, but the declining sun already showed that the contest
for the day must soon be ended. Just as it reached the horizon there
was one roaring _feu d’enfer_ along both lines, and almost of a sudden
the firing ceased, and the battle of the Antietam had filled its page
in history. It was an important victory. By it Washington, Maryland,
and Pennsylvania were relieved from menace and the country for a time
was grateful.

Just as it appeared to the looker-on the battle of Antietam has been
described. What happened, before our eyes has been told, without
digressions, and the digressions may now be added.

The battle-field was all day long bathed in sunshine; hardly one
cloud appeared to throw even a passing shadow over the fair autumnal
landscape, of which the background was made up of shadowed tracts of
woodland, and into which were introduced blocks of rough pasture,
lawn-like vistas, rolling fields of corn ready for the harvest, with
just enough of distant spire and nearer farmstead to add a look
of human comfort to the natural beauty of the scene. Although the
foreground and the middle distance of this picture were occupied by the
various combatants--killing and maiming--wounded and dying--there was
present to our sight no blemish of horror. We saw no ghastly wounds, no
streams of flowing gore; we heard no groans nor sighs nor oaths of the
struggle, and rarely did the sound even of southern yells or northern
cheers penetrate the massive roar of ordnance to reach our ears; and
yet before our eyes was fought a battle in which four thousand men were
slain, and fifteen thousand more were disabled by savage wounds.

So entirely were the sadder sights of bloody war excluded from our
minds, that when two men of our Regiment were badly wounded by the
accidental discharge of a falling rifle, the incident created almost as
much excitement as one like it might have done at a muster of militia
here at home.

It must not be imagined that any one of us stood throughout that
equinoctial day gazing upon the sunlit scene beyond the Antietam, for
in time even the terrible events of battle fall tamely upon eye and
ear. In the long pauses between the rounds of infantry fighting we sat
down upon the green sward and ate our lunch, or strolled away to talk
with the staff officers about the headquarters, or over to one of our
other brigades to discuss the incidents of the action, or to hear or
tell the news of its latest casualties.

The rank and file who had not the same liberty to stray away, and
who, screened from the field by the knoll on which our batteries were
planted, saw little or nothing of the fight--passed the time in chat
with laugh and story, as they stood, or sat, or laid, keeping in some
sort the form of the massed column which was more distinctly marked by
lines of rifles in the stack. Every man of them knew that at any moment
he might be called to be reaper or grain in the harvest of death so
near at hand; but men cannot keep themselves strained up to the pitch
of heroic thought or wearing anxiety, and so within the line of battle
our men joked and laughed and talked and ate, or even slept in the warm
sunshine.

No heartier laugh ever rewarded Irish wit than that which shook
our sides when Guiney, the handsome Colonel of the Massachusetts
9th, bedecking himself in the gorgeous apparel of a brilliant sash,
was reminded that it would make him a capital mark for the enemy’s
sharp-shooters, and replied, “and wouldn’t you have me a handsome
corpse?”

Early in the day, as soon as we were in position in rear of the
batteries, some of our mounted officers naturally desiring to get a
correct idea of the lay of the land and the order of the battle,
rode at a foot pace to the summit of the knoll in front, and from
their saddles were quietly examining the position of affairs through
field-glasses, and pointing hither and yon as they conversed, when
the chief of some rebel battery, possibly suspecting them to be big
generals and high functionaries, began from two guns some practice
with round shot, using the mounted officers for the bull’s-eye of the
target. In their innocence they assumed that this sort of thing was a
matter of course on such occasions, and for a time they went on with
their observations.

It was not long however before the aim became more accurate, and our
officers suddenly became aware of the scared looks of the German
gunners, who, watching for the smoke of the rebel guns, dodged
behind the trail of their own pieces until the shot had passed by,
and presently a sergeant ventured to suggest that the gentlemen were
drawing the fire on the battery, and to prefer the request that
they would send away the horses and pursue their study of the field
dismounted, which not unwillingly they did.

Not far from mid-day, in an interval of comparative quiet along the
lines, most of us stretched at full length basking in the sun and
waiting for “what next?” enjoyed a beautiful sight in the endeavor of
the enemy to shell our division.

As we were hidden from his view no direct shot could reach us, and he
seemed to have calculated that by exploding his shells high in the air,
the fragments could be dropped among our ranks. What became of the
fragments we did not know, hardly one of them fell near us, none of
them did us injury; but we watched for the shells with interest, and
were sorry when they came no more. Gazing up into the clear blue sky
there would from time to time suddenly appear a little cloudlet, which
unfolding itself drifted lazily away, and soon melted in the air. Each
of these cloudlets was the smoke from an exploding shell, the rapid
flight of which gave no other evidence of its existence to the eye, and
all sound was lost in the general tumult. Each seemingly miraculous
appearance of the cloudlet was hailed with admiration, and we were
quite ready to enjoy the entertainment as long as our friend the enemy
chose to supply it, and were inclined to be gruff with him when it
stopped.

While the divisions of Generals Richardson and French were advancing
on the Confederate centre, a gun from one of Porter’s horse batteries
was run out quite a distance to the left, where, from a little swell
of land, entirely unsupported, it opened upon the rebel infantry. The
rake upon the enemy’s line was so complete that after the first few
shots we could see them breaking; but the position was untenable and
after the gun had been discharged perhaps a dozen times, the enemy got
two guns to bear upon it, whereupon our gun was hastily limbered up and
went scampering back to cover as fast as four horses could run with it,
and as it went rebel shots could be seen striking up the dust all about
its track, as the stones strike about an escaping dog when boys are
pelting him.

When such an incident occurred we could hardly refrain from cheers.
And when--as was once or twice the case--we could see some movement of
the enemy against our lines which was unseen to those it menaced, it
was almost irresistible to cry out a warning, and several times shells
from the batteries of our division gave to the Union troops the first
warning of a threatening movement.

Twenty-five days after the battle our Company C on detached service
encamped for a night on the plateau, the summit of the heights which
were won by Burnside’s charge, and Captain Fuller observing that the
line of battle could even then be traced by the cartridge papers
which lay in winrows on the ground, wondered that troops which had so
gallantly charged up the steep ascent should have halted in this place
long enough to have used so many cartridges.

On the 18th of September, Porter’s corps relieved Burnside’s at the
lower bridge, and then we saw only too many of the woful sights which
belong to battle, and saw them without that halo of excitement which in
the midst of the contest diminishes their horror.

On the 19th, at dawn, we were in expectation of immediate participation
in a second battle, but the enemy had retreated. In the pursuit
Porter led the way. After passing through the town of Sharpsburg, the
artillery occupied the roadway, the infantry moving along the fields
on either side. At each rise of the land, a few pieces dashed to the
summit and shelled the nearer woods, the infantry forming in the hollow
in the rear, and so we felt our way a mile or two down to the Potomac.
The rear guard of the enemy had just crossed the river, and General
Griffin with parts of two brigades followed closely, capturing some
prisoners and much property, among which were the very guns that were
lost on the Peninsula from the battery he then commanded.

Returning, he reported the enemy as in full flight, and on the 20th
Porter prepared to give immediate chase. A part of one of his divisions
had crossed the ford and gained the bluffs on the right bank. Our own
brigade was on the high lands of the other bank, when, looking across
we saw the woods swarm out with rebel infantry rushing upon our little
force. A sharp cannonade checked them and covered the return of nearly
all our regiments, but the 108th Pennsylvania was cut off from the
road to the river crossing, and forced to retire up a rising ground,
terminating at the river in a high bluff, from which the only escape
was to scramble down the steep cliff and thus to gain the ford.

The men poured like a cataract over the edge and down the declivity,
and so long as they stayed at its immediate base they were tolerably
safe, but their assailants soon gained the edge of the bluff and lying
flat, could pick off any who attempted to cross to the Maryland side,
and many were killed or wounded and drowned before our eyes.

Our brigade was formed near to the ford; sharp-shooters were placed
along the river bank, and the artillery rattled solid shot upon the
summit of the bluff. After a time the Pennsylvanians began to run the
gauntlet of the ford, but it was several hours before all of them had
left the other shore.

In this time many gallant acts were performed, but none more daring
than that of the Adjutant of the 108th, who, after reaching the
Maryland shore, walked back upon the plate of the dam just above the
ford, and standing there midway across the river, exposed from head
to heels, shouted the directions to his men as to the manner of their
escape from their awkward fix.

When this fight at the ford was over it was near nightfall, and the
army encamped along the river side, the pickets of each army occupying
its own bank, and for weeks it was all quiet on the Potomac.




VII.

_AFTER ANTIETAM._


The life of a soldier in war-time is made up of alternating seasons of
severe toil and of almost absolute idleness. For a few weeks he will
be marched to the utmost limit of endurance--will be set to felling
forests--building bridges or roads--constructing defences--and then may
follow other weeks when his heaviest occupations are made up of drills,
parades, and drawing or eating rations.

Such a time of repose was that which we passed on the banks of the
Potomac, near Sharpsburg, guarding the line of the Potomac which for
lack of heavy autumnal rains was fordable almost anywhere. Generals,
quartermasters and commissaries may have been busy, but it was an idle
time for the bulk of the army. Stretching for some fifteen miles along
the course of the river, the various corps were encamped in due form,
the entire regularity of which could be seen from any neighboring
eminence. From some such points one could take into view a landscape
brilliant with the colors of autumn made yet brighter by the gleam of
the orderly array of white tents, and could see the bounds of each
regiment, brigade, or division, as if marked upon a map. At night,
before tattoo, the lines of lighted tents would show from a distance,
like an army of glow-worms.

To supply the wants of the army of men, another army of wagon trains
was kept in constant occupation, and the road was soon covered with
fine dust, which rose in clouds when it was stirred by the movements
of the trains, or by the horses of mounted officers or men; and as
these roads extended everywhere among the camps, we lived all day long
in an atmosphere of dirt, which when moved by fresh winds, drove and
drifted about to our exceeding discomfort. As the weather grew cooler
this was increased by the smoke of the camp-fires, until everybody was
habitually clothed in dust, and red about the eyes.

Along the picket lines the men of both armies, having agreed not to
fire without previous notice, lolled in the sunshine, chaffed each
other over the water, and occasionally traded newspapers even, or union
coffee for confederate tobacco.

Once in a while there was a foraging expedition or a reconnoissance
across the river. In one of these we captured quite a number of
prisoners at Shepardstown, chiefly officers and men absent on leave
and visiting their friends in that vicinity. One reconnoissance to
Leetown occupied two days, and was followed back right sharply by a
strong force of the enemy. We remember particularly the fact that on
the advance we found where a long-range shell had exploded among a card
party of the enemy’s men, one or two of whom lay dead with the cards
still in their hands.

This uneventful life, aided no doubt by prevalent but not serious
bilious disorders, developed in our Regiment a general tendency to
homesickness and “hypo.” To counteract it several attempts were made to
initiate games and athletic exercises among the men, and the officers
were requested to set an example to the men by organizing amusements
among themselves--but it amounted to nothing, it seemed impossible to
induce the men to amuse themselves.

We kept no very careful note of time. One day was pretty much like
every other. Sundays were noticeable only for the absence of drills
and a little more stupidity. To go home was the height of anybody’s
ambition.

Private Callahan, of K Company, sought to be discharged for
disability--the disability was beyond question, for he was born with
it, and he was told by the Surgeon that he ought not to have accepted
the bounty for enlistment; that he “ought to be hung” for doing it, to
which somewhat severe criticism the soldier retorted that he “would die
first.” It may not be necessary to state that Callahan was Irish. At
Fredericksburg he lost a finger and obtained his coveted discharge.

We were so long here that, as the season advanced, we began to
construct defences against the weather, and the acting adjutant even
dreamed of a log hut, with a real door and real hinges. The only
artificer at his command was his <DW64> servant, a man who could admire
but could not comprehend long dictionary words. The Adjutant, directing
the <DW64> as to the construction of the door frame, told him certain
parts were to be perpendicular, others horizontal, and others parallel;
but the black man’s face showed no evidence of comprehension, until
after a dozen different forms of the same instruction had been resorted
to and the master’s patience was exhausted, the idea penetrated the
darkened mind of the servant, who turned upon the officer with the
pertinent remark, “Why, massa, what you wants is ter have it _true_,
ain’t it?”

New orders of architecture were rapidly developed, and the manufacture
of furniture became an extensive occupation. It was quite wonderful
what results could be obtained in both of these industries by the use
of barrels and hard-bread boxes. Of the barrels we made chimneys and
chairs; and of the boxes, tables, washstands, cupboards, and the walls
and clapboards of our dwellings.

We were really getting to be very comfortable in the latter days of
October, 1862, when the orders began to intimate that we would not live
always in that neighborhood. First, our Company C was detached for a
guard to the reserve artillery, where it served for ten months. Then,
on the 30th, the whole army drew out like a great serpent, and moved
away down the Potomac to Harper’s Ferry, crossing the river there, then
up on the Virginia side, and along the foot hills of the Blue Ridge.

It was lively times again, and the march was rapid--often forced; but
the weather was cool and bracing, and the men were glad of the change.
From the 2d to the 15th of November we were on the eastern <DW72>s of
the Ridge, and Lee’s army in its western valley, racing each for the
advantage over the other.

At each gap there was a lively fight for the control of the pass, but
we were always ahead, and possession is as many points in war as it is
in law. Holding these passes, our movements could be, to a considerable
extent, masked from the observation of the enemy, while his were known
to our General, whose object was to keep the army of the enemy strung
out to the greatest possible length, and at a favorable moment to
pounce upon its centre, divide and conquer it.

With the sound of guns almost always in our ears, we raced away
through Snickersville, Middlebury, White Plains, and New Baltimore
to Warrenton, with little to eat and plenty of exercise. Near White
Plains, on the 8th, we marched all day in a snow-storm, and at night,
splashed and chilled, bivouacked in a sprout field, making ourselves as
comfortable as might be on three or four inches of snow.

Throughout this march the orders were very stringent against straggling
and marauding. No allowance was made for transportation of regimental
rations except the haversacks of the soldiers, and on the march in
cold weather it is a poor (or good) soldier that does not eat three
days’ rations in two. Our changes of base left us often very short of
supplies, and it was not in the most amiable mood that we came to our
nightly camp.

Acting-quartermaster Dana, hungering for fleshpots, was tempted by the
sight of a fat turkey on a barn-yard fence. The road was a by-way, and
not a soul in sight. Before he could recall the tenor of the orders,
he had covered the bird with his revolver, but at that moment General
Butterfield, with his staff and escort, following the abrupt turn of
the road, came upon the quartermaster in the very act, and scared the
bird, which flopped heavily down from the fence and disappeared. To the
General’s angry demand for an explanation, Dana quietly replied that he
was about to shoot that “buzzard.”

“Buzzard!” roared the General, “that was a turkey, sir.” “Was it,
indeed?” replied the innocent officer; “how fortunate, General, that
you came as you did, for in two minutes more I should have shot him
for a buzzard.” Dana thought that, amid the laughter which succeeded,
he heard the General describe him as an idiot, but he was not
sufficiently certain about it to warrant charges against the General
for unofficer-like language.

The hurried march from Sharpsburg to Warrenton was fruitful in cases
of marauding for court-martial trials, but these courts very generally
refused to convict, on the ground that the men had been so ill-supplied
from our commissariat, that some irregularity was excusable.

One of our sergeants, a butcher by trade, strolling about the woods,
came upon a party of men who had captured and killed, and were about
cutting up, a rebel pig. Shocked at the unskilful way in which they
were operating, our sergeant volunteered his advice and services, which
were gratefully accepted. In the midst of the operation the party
was surprised by one of the brigade staff, and the non-commissioned
officer, being tried by court-martial, was by its sentence reduced to
the ranks and deprived of six months’ pay. The story ends sadly, for
his mortification from loss of rank, and possibly his anxiety from fear
that his family might suffer from the loss of pay, caused him to droop
and die.

One of our men, returning from a private foraging expedition laden with
a heavy leg of beef, was captured by the provost guard, and, by order
of General Griffin, was kept all day “walking post,” with the beef
on his shoulder, in front of the headquarters’ tents. As the General
passed his beat he would occasionally entertain him with some question
as to the price of beef, or the state of the provision trade, and at
retreat the man, _minus his beef_, was sent down to his regiment “for
proper punishment,” which his commanding officer concluded that he had
already received.

Yet another soldier was sent to our headquarters by the Colonel of the
Ninth Massachusetts, with the statement that he had been arrested for
marauding. Upon cross-examination of the culprit it appeared that
he had been captured with a quarter of veal in his possession by the
provost guard of the Ninth Regiment. A regimental provost guard was
a novelty in the army, but when, on further questioning, it appeared
that the offending soldier had been compelled to leave the veal at
Colonel Guiney’s quarters, the advantage of such an organization in
hungry times to the headquarters’ mess was apparent, and our Colonel
at once ordered a provost guard to be detailed from the Thirty-second,
with orders to capture marauders and turn over their ill-gotten plunder
to his cook. Unhappily, within the next twenty-four hours, some high
General, whose larder was growing lean, forbade regimental provost
guards in general orders.

It was during our stay at Warrenton that General Griffin requested
the attendance of Colonel Parker and told him, not as an official
communication, but for his personal information, that three officers
of the Thirty-second had, during the previous night, taken and killed
a sheep, the property of a farmer near by. Of course the Colonel
expressed his regret at the occurrence, but he represented to the
General that, inasmuch as the officers of our regiment were not
generally men of abundant means, and inasmuch as they had received no
pay from their Government for several months, and inasmuch as it was
forbidden them to obtain food by taking it either from the rations of
their men or the property of the enemy, he (the Colonel) would be glad
to know how officers were to live? The General, utterly astonished
at the state of affairs thus disclosed, asked in return for some
suggestion to relieve the difficulty. The suggestion made that officers
should be allowed to buy from the commissaries on credit, was, at the
request of General Griffin, embodied in a formal written communication
to him, and by an order the next day from the headquarters of the army,
it became a standing regulation until the end of the war.

On the 10th of November the Army of the Potomac was massed near
Warrenton as if a general action was at hand, when everybody was
surprised by the announcement of the removal of General McClellan from
its command. It was a sad day among the camps. The troops turned out at
nine o’clock, bordering the road, each regiment in doubled column, and
General McClellan, followed by all the generals with their staffs, a
cortege of a hundred or more mounted officers, rode through the lines,
saluted and cheered continually.

It happened that the 32d was the first regiment to be reviewed. Being
a regiment of soldiers, it was accustomed to salute its officers in a
soldierly way, and on this occasion was, probably, the only battalion
in the army that did not cheer “Little Mac,” but stood steadily, with
arms presented, colors drooping, and drums beating. From the surprised
expression on the General’s face, it was evident that for a moment he
feared that he had overrated the good-will of his troops. The incident,
though really creditable to the Regiment, was considered as a slight
to the General, and for a time was the cause of considerable feeling
against the 32d. Even the politics of its commander could not prevent
its being stigmatized as an “Abolition concern.”

At noon the officers of the Fifth corps were received by General
McClellan, who shook hands with all, and at the close of the reception
said, his voice broken with emotion: “Gentlemen, I hardly know how to
bid you good-bye. We have been so long together that it is very hard.
Whatever fate may await me I shall never be able to think of myself
except as belonging to the Army of the Potomac. For what you have done
history will do you justice--this generation never will. I must say it.
‘Good-bye.’” And so the army parted from the first, the most trusted,
and the ablest of its commanders.




VIII.

_TO FREDERICKSBURG._


General Burnside assumed the command and we remained quiet for a week,
then moved slowly away toward Falmouth and Fredericksburg, where we
arrived on the 22d of November, and encamped near Potomac Creek, at a
place afterwards known as “Stoneman’s Switch.” This camp was destined
to be our home for nearly six months, but the popular prejudice against
winter quarters was so great that we were never allowed to feel that it
was more than a temporary camp.

On several occasions we had suffered for want of supplies, generally
not more than for a day or two, and when on the march; but for ten
days after our arrival near Fredericksburg, the whole army was on
short allowance. Our base was supposed to be at Acquia Creek, but the
railroad was not reconstructed and what supplies we got were wagoned
up some miles from Belle Plain, over or through roads which were
alternately boggy with mud, or rough with the frozen inequalities of
what had been a miry way.

Little by little the scarcity became more severe; for a week there
had been no meat-ration, nothing was issued except hard-bread, and
on the morning of Thanksgiving Day, there was absolutely no food for
the Regiment. The evening previous, one box of hard-bread, the last
remainder of the supply of the headquarters’ mess was issued to the
Regiment, giving one half of a cracker to each man, and this was
gratefully received.

That Thanksgiving Day dawned upon a famished and almost mutinous army.
Rude signs were set up in the camp, such as “Camp Starvation,” “Death’s
Headquarters,” “Misery.” Every General as he appeared, was hailed with
cries for “hard-bread, hard-bread!” and matters looked threatening.
In the 32d there was no disturbance, but the men sat about with moody
looks and faces wan with hunger. Officers had been despatched in
every direction in search of food but, it was high noon before even
hard-biscuit could be obtained. Then twenty boxes were procured by
borrowing from the regular division, and they were brought to our camp
from a distance of two miles, on the shoulders of our men.

That morning the breakfast table of the field and staff mess, exhibited
a small plate of fried hard-bread and another of beefsteak, obtained
by incredible exertions of the Adjutant the day before, in order to do
honor to the festival. One must be very hungry to know how sumptuous
the repast appeared, but none of us could eat while the soldiers were
starving, and the breakfast was sent to the hospital tent.

One man refused to do duty, declaring that the government had agreed
to pay, clothe, and feed him, and having left him penniless, ragged,
and starving with cold and hunger, he could not be expected to keep his
part of the contract. With this one exception the bearing of our men
was superb, and was in remarkable contrast with that of the army in
general.

At the company roll call at “retreat,” the soldier just referred to,
who had been in confinement all day, was marched through the camp under
guard, and made to face each company in succession, while a regimental
order was read acknowledging and thanking the men for their good
behavior under trying circumstances, and closing with the declaration
that “if on this day of Thanksgiving we have failed to enjoy the
abundance which has usually marked the festival, we have at least one
reason for thankfulness and that is, that when all of us were hungry
there was only one man who desired to shirk his duty, leaving it to be
done by his equally-hungry comrades, and that the name of that man was
---- ----.”

Notwithstanding the repeated declarations that there would be no winter
quarters short of Richmond, the army proceeded to make itself as
comfortable as possible. The woods melted rapidly to supply the great
camp-fires, now needed for warmth as well as cooking; and the soldiers,
organizing themselves into messes, built shelters more satisfactory
than the canvas which was provided for that purpose.

Great variety of ingenuity was exhibited in the construction of these
quarters. A few were content with an excavation in the ground, over
which would be pitched a roofing of tent cloth; but some of the
quarters rose almost to the dignity of cottages, having walls of logs,
the interstices closed by a plastering of clay, and roofs of rough-hewn
slabs, or thatched with branches of pine. Windows were covered by
canvas, and chimneys were built up cob fashion and plastered inside,
and comfortable fires blazed upon the hearths.

About the headquarters of the generals were enclosing fences of sapling
pines set into the ground upright, and held firmly in that position.
Within the enclosures were grouped the tents of the general, his staff,
and their servants, some of them having outer walls of boards enclosing
the sides of their wall tents.

The weather was of a variety indescribable, except as Virginia
weather--alternating periods of cold so severe as to freeze men on
picket duty, and so warm as to make overcoats an insupportable burden.
The rains made the earth everywhere miry, then it would freeze the
uneven mud to the hardness of stone, then a thaw made everything mud
and all travel impossible, and presently dry winds would convert all
into dust and blow about in clouds.

One of the wonders of these times was the army cough; what with the
smoke of the camp fires, the dust of the country, and the effect of the
variable weather upon people living out of doors, there was a general
tendency to bronchial irritations, which would break out into coughing
when the men first awoke, and it is almost a literal fact, that when
one hundred thousand men began to stir at reveille, the sound of their
coughing would drown that of the beating drums.

Here for three weeks in preparation for another movement “on to
Richmond,” we drilled, were inspected and reviewed--relieving these
severer duties by chopping, hauling, and burning wood.

Those of us who had the opportunity, occasionally went over toward the
river, where from the high lands we could watch the Confederate lines,
and look on to see them getting the opposite heights good and strong in
readiness for our attack.

On the 10th of December, the orders began to read as if they really
meant fight, and the great point of interest in our discussions was as
to the direction of the next movement--whether we were to flank Lee
by way of the fords of the Rappahannock as was generally believed, or
whether, as some said, we were to embark for Harrison’s Landing or City
Point, and flank Richmond itself.

No voice was heard to intimate that any such consummate folly could
be intended as to attack squarely in face those defenses which we had
apparently been quite willing to allow our enemy to construct, and for
weeks most deliberately to strengthen. But such was indeed the forlorn
hope imposed upon the Army of the Potomac.

December 11th, 1862.--Reveille sounded at 3 A.M. The morning was cool
and frosty, the ground frozen, the air perfectly still--so still and
of such barometrical condition that the smoke of the camp-fires did not
rise to any considerable height, and was not wafted away, but murked
the whole country with its haze, through which objects when visible
looked distorted and ghostly, and the bugles sounding the assembly had
a strange and impressive tone.

The first break of day found the brigade formed for the march. The
troops wore their overcoats, and outside of them were strapped
knapsacks, haversacks, cartridge-boxes, and cap-pouches, all filled to
their utmost capacity; and in rolls worn sash-like over one shoulder
and under the other, were their blankets and the canvas of their
_tentes d’arbri_.

The dull boom of two guns from the westward was evidently a signal, and
the bugle sounded “forward.” That day it was the turn of our Regiment
to lead the Brigade, and of our Brigade to lead the Corps, and we were
at once _en route_ in the direction of Fredericksburg, which was three
miles away. Soon after the march began the sun rose, showing at first
only its huge, dull-red disk, but soon rising above the haze, throwing
its bright beams athwart the landscape, making it and us cheery with
their warmth and shine. With the sunrise came a gentle movement of
the air, pushing away the smoke from the uplands, but leaving the
river valley thick with fog. Midway between our camp and the river
we crossed the summit of a round-topped hill, from which, by reason
of the sweep of the river, we could see for a distance the rolling
lands of Stafford Heights, which on its left bank form the immediate
valley of the Rappahannock, and over all these hills, now glowing in
the sunlight, were moving in columns of fours, converging, apparently,
toward a common centre, the various corps and divisions of the Army of
the Potomac, more than a hundred thousand men.

Across the river could be seen, but not as yet distinctly, the
fortified line of hills occupied by Lee’s Army of Virginia. Between us
and them, the river and the river bottoms on the farther side, with all
of the town of Fredericksburg except the church spires and the cupola
of its Court House, were shrouded in vapor.

General Burnside had established headquarters in the Phillips house, a
fine brick mansion overlooking the valley and the town, and our grand
division was massed near by in a large field of almost level land,
entirely bare of tree or shade, and here we passed the whole day under
a warm December sun, which softened the ground into mud, glared in our
eyes, and baked our unprotected heads.

Before we reached this spot the dogs of war were in full cry. Down by
the river side there were frequent sputterings of musketry, and the
hills on either side of the river were roaring with the sound of the
great guns from their earth-work batteries.

About the Phillips house, on its piazza and in its rooms, there were
gatherings of general and field officers, discussing with more or less
warmth the situation and the probabilities. Occasionally a mounted
officer or orderly would come dashing up from the river side, looking
hot and anxious, and after delivering or receiving reports or orders,
would hasten down again to his station; but, on the whole, things were
very deliberately done.

When the fog lifted, below us, and directly on our bank of the stream,
could be seen the hospitable-looking Lacy house with its low wings,
under the lee of which, sheltered from the fire of the enemy, were
groups of officers, their horses picketed in the dooryard. On the
opposite side of the river, its houses coming close down to high-water
mark, lay the compactly built town of Fredericksburg; beyond it a space
of level land, narrowing at the upper end of the town to nothing, but
opening below into a wide plain, which, so far as we could see, was
everywhere bounded to the west by a rise of land more or less abrupt,
forming the lip of the valley there. This rising land terminated just
above the town, in a bluff at the river bank.

The right and centre grand divisions of Burnside’s army occupied the
heights on the eastern side of the river. Lee’s forces were entrenched
in those on the western side. Between them, the River Rappahannock and
the city of Fredericksburg.

The left grand division, under Franklin, one or two miles down the
river, before 10 o’clock had laid pontoon bridges and secured a
foot-hold on the opposite shore. Between him and the enemy was a nearly
open plain, the extent of which, from the river to the rising ground,
was more than a mile. On our left everything had gone smoothly and
well; all opposition to the crossing had been easily overcome, but in
the immediate front of the town it was quite another story.

At early dawn the engineers were ready and began to lay the pontoon
bridges opposite the town. A dozen or more of the boats had been moored
into position, and men were actively at work laying plank across,
when Barksdale’s Mississippians opened fire and drove the Union men
to cover. Calling up a brigade of Hancock’s men to cover the work,
repeated attempts were made to bridge the river, but the Confederates
occupying the houses on their bank could fire from windows without
being seen themselves, and the endeavors of the engineers, although
gallantly made, were unsuccessful.

Then followed a long consultation at headquarters, which resulted in
an order to concentrate the fire of our artillery on Fredericksburg,
and for an hour or more a hundred and fifty guns played on the town.
Fires broke out in several places and raged without restraint. During
and after the cannonade our troops essayed again and again to moor the
boats and lay the bridge, but the fire of the enemy, although reduced,
was yet too fierce, and at last, about four, P. M., two or three of
the boats of the pontoon train were loaded with volunteers and pushed
across the river at a bend above the buildings, the rebels were flanked
and driven from their shelter, and the bridge was speedily constructed.

To us, three-quarters of a mile away, the delay finally became irksome
and the Colonel and Major, moved by curiosity, rode down to the river.
The Rappahannock here lies deep between its banks and they rode to
the edge of the bluff, peering over, up and down the stream, to see
what might be seen. The firing for the time had ceased, and all
seemed quiet except the crackling flames of the burning buildings.
The gunners of the two-gun battery close by were chatting, leaning
lazily against the gun-carriages. Below, the river, waiting the turn
of the tide to flood, was still and smooth. Opposite, the warehouses,
thrusting their unhandsome walls down to the line of tidal mud, seemed
utterly deserted; two or three of them were yet burning, a few were
badly battered, but on the whole the storm of shot and shell had done
wonderfully little harm.

A rifle ball, passing between the two officers, singing as it went,
reminded them that everything was not as peaceful as it seemed, and
they turned away just as the battery joined the renewed bombardment to
cover the forlorn hope in their boat crossing.

That night we bivouacked in a neighboring wood, where we remained also
the next day and night, while Franklin on one side of us, and Sumner
on the other, were crossing and deploying their commands below and in
the town, covered for the greater part of the day by a dense fog which
allowed neither the enemy nor us to see much of the movements.

General Burnside would seem to have had an idea that he could push his
army across the river, attack Lee’s army and win the heights, before
Jackson, from his position eighteen miles below, could come to aid his
chief. This possibly might have been done by flanking, if he had been
content to cross the Rappahannock where Franklin, at 9 o’clock on the
11th, had succeeded in establishing his bridges; but before the upper
pontoon bridges could be laid, the rebel right wing, under Jackson, had
effected its junction with the lines of Longstreet, and Lee’s army was
again united.

December 13th, 1862,--the day of the battle of Fredericksburg,--opened
clear and bright, except that over the lowlands bordering the river
was stretched a veil of vapor which laid there until 9 o’clock. The
grand divisions of Sumner and Franklin were over the river and ready
for battle--Sumner in the streets of Fredericksburg, which ran parallel
to the river, and Franklin in the open plain below the town. Our
(Hooker’s) grand division yet occupied the heights on the eastern side
of the Rappahannock, from which--except for the fog--could be seen the
slightly undulating plain, which was to be Franklin’s field of battle,
but from which the greater part of Sumner’s field was hidden by the
town itself.

The letter A may be used to demonstrate the topography of the battle.
The left limb of that letter may represent the line of higher land
occupied by the Confederates, the right limb the line of the
Rappahannock river, and the cross-bar the course of a sunken creek
which separated the lines of Sumner’s troops from those of Franklin,
but which offered no advantage to our troops, and no impediment to
the fire of either of the combatants. Below the cross-bar of the A,
the space between the limbs may have averaged two-thirds of a mile in
width, over which Franklin’s men must advance to the attack, almost
constantly exposed to the fire from the batteries of the rebels, and
for at least half the way to that from the rifles of their infantry.
Within the triangle--the upper portion of the A--was included the city
of Fredericksburg and Sumner’s _aceldama_, and here the lines of the
enemy were strengthened by earthworks on the summit of the heights,
(not fifty feet above the level of the plain), and by stone walls and
rifle pits along their base. Here the space between the foremost rebel
line, and the nearest blocks of houses in the town was nowhere two
thousand feet, and within this narrow space, under the fire of a mile
of batteries, and at least ten thousand rifles, the Union lines must be
formed for the attack.

What we saw of Franklin’s battle was what happened before noon, and
after 9 o’clock,--at which latter hour the fog disappeared, revealing
to us and to the enemy the advancing line of Meade’s division, to
us a moving strip of blue on the dun- plain. We saw it halt,
covered no doubt by some undulation of the land, while a battery on the
left was silenced by the Union guns--then the line moved on, fringed
sometimes with the smoke of its own volleys, at other times with the
silver-like sheen of the rifle barrels. We saw the smoke of the rebel
rifles burst from the woods that covered the first rise of ground--saw
Meade’s line disappear in the woods, followed by at least one other
line,--then our bugles called “attention! forward!” and we saw no more
of Franklin’s fight.

Early in the morning two of Hooker’s divisions had been sent to
strengthen Franklin, and now two others, Humphrey’s and Griffins’
(ours) were ordered to the support of Sumner. A new boat-bridge had
been laid, crossing the river at the lower part of the town, just below
the naked piers of what had been and is now the railroad bridge, and
just above the outlet of a small stream. The two divisions were massed
on the hill-side near this bridge--an attractive mark for the rebel
cannoneers, who however, having food for powder close at hand, spared
to us only occasionally a shell. The crossing must have occupied an
hour. Down the steep hill-side and the steeper bank; over the river
and toiling up the western side; with many waits and hitches--the
serpent-like column moved tediously along. Once up the bank, and the
rifle balls whistled about us and our casualties began; but we wound
our way, bearing a little to the left, through the lower portion of the
town, where the buildings were detached and open lots were frequent,
availing ourselves of such cover as could be used, until in a vacant
hollow each regiment as it came up was halted to leave its knapsacks
and blankets. These were bestowed in heaps, and the men and boys of the
drum-corps were left to guard them. Here too, by order of the Colonel,
the field and staff officers dismounted, leaving their horses in charge
of servants. Then in fighting trim we moved forward past the last
buildings, out upon the field of battle. Here was still between us and
the enemy a swell of land, six or eight feet in its greatest height,
affording some slight protection, and we trailed our arms to conceal
our presence from the enemy.

The confusing roar of the battle was all about us. Our own batteries
of heavy guns from Stafford Heights were firing over us--a few of our
field pieces were in action near by. The rebel guns all along their
line were actively at work--their shells exploded all around us, or
crashed into the walls of neighboring buildings, dropping fragments at
every crash; whatever room there might have been in the atmosphere for
other noise, was filled by the rattle of musketry and the shouts of men.

No words can fully convey to a reader’s mind the confusion which
exists when one is near enough to see and know the details of battle.
One reads with interest in the reports of the generals, the letters
of newspaper correspondents, or in the later histories constructed
from those sources, a clear story of what was done; of formations
and movements as if they were those of the parade; of attack and
repulse--so graphically and carefully described as to leave clear
pictures in one’s mind. But it may be doubted whether one who was
actively engaged, and in the thick of the fight, can correctly describe
that which occurred about him, or tell with any degree of accuracy the
order of events or the time consumed.

The reports of the battle of Fredericksburg describe occurrences
that never happened, movements that were never made, incidents that
were impossible. “History” tells how six brigades formed for attack
on our right, in column of brigades, with intervals of two hundred
paces--where no such formation was possible, and no such space existed.
And at least one general (Meagher), in his reports must have depended
much upon imagination for the facts so glowingly described.

To the memory now comes a strange jumble of such situations and
occurrences as do not appear in the battles of history or of fiction.
Of our Regiment separated from the rest of the brigade, getting into
such positions that it was equally a matter of wonder that we should
ever have gone there, or having gone should ever have escaped alive--of
rejoining the division, where, one behind the other and close together
in the railroad cut, were three brigades waiting the order for attack.

We recall the terrific accession to the roar of battle with which the
enemy welcomed each brigade before us as it left the cover of the cut,
and with which at last it welcomed us. We remember the rush across
that open field where, in ten minutes, every tenth man was killed or
wounded, and where Marshall Davis, carrying the flag, was, for those
minutes, the fastest traveller in the line; and the Colonel wondering,
calls to mind the fact that he saw men in the midst of the severest
fire, stoop to pick the leaves of cabbages as they swept along.

We remember how, coming up with the 62d Pennsylvania of our brigade,
their ammunition exhausted and the men lying flat on the earth for
protection, our men, proudly disdaining cover, stood every man erect
and with steady file-firing kept the rebels down behind the cover of
their stone wall, and held the position until nightfall. And it was a
pleasant consequence to this that the men of the gallant 62d, who had
before been almost foes, were ever after our fast friends.

Night closed upon a bloody field. A battle of which there seems to have
been no plan, had been fought with no strategic result. The line of
the rebel infantry at the stone wall in our front was precisely where
it was in the morning. We were not forty yards from it, shielded only
by a slight roll of the land from the fire of their riflemen, and so
close to their batteries on the higher land that the guns could not be
depressed to bear on us. At night our pickets were within ten yards of
the enemy.

Here we passed the night, sleeping, if at all, in the mud, and
literally on our arms. Happily for all, and especially for the
wounded, the night was warm. In the night our supply of ammunition was
replenished, and toward morning orders were received not to recommence
the action.

The next day, a bright and beautiful Sunday, there was comparative
quiet along the lines, but to prevent the enemy from trees or houses or
from vantage spots of higher land bringing to bear upon our line the
rifles of their sharp-shooters, required constant watchfulness and an
almost constant dropping fire from our side.

Several attempts were made to communicate with us from the town, but
every such endeavor drew a withering fire from the enemy. None of us
could stand erect without drawing a hail of rifle balls. A single
field-piece from the corner of two streets in the city exchanged a few
shots over our heads with one of the batteries on the heights, but soon
got the worst of it and retired.

Sergeant Spalding, in a printed description of this day, says: “It was
impossible for the men in our brigade to obtain water without crossing
the plain below us, which was a hazardous thing to attempt to do, as he
who ventured was sure to draw the enemy’s fire; nevertheless, it was
not an uncommon thing to see a comrade take a lot of canteens and run
the gauntlet.” Seldom were they hit, but in a few instances we saw them
fall, pierced by the rebel bullet.

“I remember seeing a soldier approaching us from the city, with
knapsack on his back and gun on his shoulder. I watched him with
special interest as he advanced, knowing that he was liable to be fired
upon as soon as he came within range of the enemy’s rifles. He came
deliberately along, climbed over the fence, and was coming directly
towards where we lay, when crack went a rifle and down went the
man--killed, as we supposed, for he lay perfectly still. But not so, he
was only playing possum. Doubtless he thought that by feigning to be
dead for a few moments he would escape the notice of the enemy. So it
proved, for unexpectedly to us, and I doubt not to the man who shot him
(as he supposed), he sprang to his feet and reached the cover of the
hill before another shot was fired.”

The day wore away and the night came again, and we, relieved by other
troops, returned to refresh ourselves by sleeping on the wet sidewalks
of one of the city streets.

The next day three lines of infantry were massed in this street, which
ran parallel to the river, but the day passed without any renewal of
the battle. It was not pleasant, looking down the long street so full
of soldiers, to think what might happen if the rebel guns, less than
a thousand yards away, should open on the town--but it was none of
our business. As it came on to storm at nightfall we took military
possession of a block of stores, and the men, for the first time for
many months, slept under the cover of a roof. It was a fearfully windy
night, and whether it was the wind, or anxiety about the situation,
the Colonel could not sleep. His horses were kept in the street
conveniently at hand, and once or twice he rode out to the front and
heard Captain Martin objurgating the General for his orders to entrench
his battery with one pick and one shovel.

About 3 A. M. came an orderly seeking the commander of the brigade,
whom nobody had seen for the past two days. The Colonel was inclined to
be gruff until he learned that the orders were to move the brigade back
over the river; then, indeed, he was sprightly. Declaring himself the
ranking officer of the brigade, he receipted for the order and, sending
his orders to the other regiments, began to retire the brigade to the
easterly bank, and thence ordered the regiments to their old camps at
Stoneman’s Switch, where the real brigadier found them soon after dawn.

At 8 A. M. Burnside had withdrawn his entire army and taken up his
bridges. The storm was over, but again the fog filled the low lands.
As it cleared away, some of us, from the piazza of the Phillips House,
saw the rebel skirmishers cautiously creeping toward the town, and
it was not long before the shouts from their lines told that the
evacuation was discovered. In the battle of Fredericksburg the 32d lost
thirty-five killed and wounded. Among the killed was Captain Charles A.
Dearborn, Jr.




IX.

_BETWEEN CAMPAIGNS._


With the close of the year 1862, Colonel Parker resigned the command,
Lieutenant-Colonel Prescott was promoted to the Colonelcy; Major
Stephenson was made Lieutenant Colonel, and Captain Edmunds, Major.

A vacancy occurred also in the medical staff, by the resignation of
Assistant Surgeon Bigelow, and an elderly, but very respectable M. D.
was gazetted in his place. It happened that the new doctor reported
for duty on the eve of a movement of the corps. He had no horse; said
he had left his trunk at “the depot,” meaning by the roadside, at
Stoneman’s Switch, and when told that he must march with the Regiment
next day he undertook to hire a buggy. The young gentlemen of the
Regiment kept him floundering about for a good part of the night in
search of an imaginary livery stable, and even sent him up to division
headquarters to borrow the General’s barouche. One day’s experience was
enough for him, and the next morning he declined to be mustered in and
went back--he and his trunk--to the more congenial white settlements.

After the disastrous attempt upon the heights of Fredericksburg, the
Regiment had remained in their old camping-ground near Stoneman’s
Switch, in the neighborhood of Falmouth. Excepting the reconnoissance
to Morrisville and skirmish there, with that terrible march on the
return when our brigadier, Schweitzer, led his “greyhounds,” as he
termed them, at such a terrific pace for twenty-five or thirty miles,
nothing occurred to break the monotony of camp life. The night of the
31st December, 1862--that of the march above alluded to--was extremely
cold, and the men, in light marching order, without knapsacks or
necessary blankets, compelled to fall out from inability to keep the
pace, suffered terribly from exposure, and many lost their lives in
consequence.

For two months, or since November 22d, 1862, we had been comfortably
encamped (including the episodes of the battle of Fredericksburg, and
the march and skirmish of Morrisville above-mentioned) near Stoneman’s
Switch--two months! which seemed so near an age, a cycle, or an
eternity of time in the Army of the Potomac in those days, that we had
prepared ourselves as if to remain forever. Our tents were converted
into comfortable huts, with wide chimneys and wooden floors; we had
tables and camp-chairs and bedsteads and looking-glasses--all rather
rudely constructed, perhaps, but to our minds luxurious to a degree
unprecedented. When, however, we got marching orders, every man seemed
to vie with his neighbor in displaying his contempt for all this
effeminacy, and his readiness to quit these “piping times of peace,”
by destroying all his possessions that savored of luxury, and throwing
away whatever could not be carried in knapsack or saddle-pack.

Adjutant Cobb was a sound sleeper. He did not average to sleep so long,
perhaps, as many others, but he would owl over his work or his letters
night after night, and then, when the conditions were favorable, would
do such solid sleeping for one night as would bring him out even. At
such times it seemed absolutely impossible to awaken him; no quantity
of shaking would make any impression, and it was necessary to let him
have it out.

Somewhere about midnight, before January 21st, an orderly came with a
written order, found the adjutant sleeping in his tent, and did his
best to waken him, but without effect. Finally he thrust the order
into Cobb’s hand, closed the fingers over it, and went his way. Before
daylight the adjutant was wakened by the beating drums, and found the
paper in his hand. Rising, he struck a light, read the paper and found
that it was an order for the Regiment to march at 3 A. M. It was then
half-past two, and an hour and a half is the shortest time in which a
command can get breakfast and make needful preparations for the route.

Matters were hurried up pretty lively, and inasmuch as there was the
usual delay in starting, the Regiment managed to come to time.

We did not move until four. Meantime the work of destruction went on,
even to making bonfires of all comforts and luxuries in wood, around
which the men warmed themselves and laughed and sung. Even tent-cloths
and cast-off clothing were destroyed. Nothing was to be left that would
comfort Johnny Reb. But even before we moved off, some of us began to
regret our comfortable home; for a bitter cold north-east wind blew
fiercely, and the air was full of snow and sleet, which gradually grew
to rain. We moved at first pretty fast, and then the pace grew slower,
slower, slowest, with frequent halts, until after dark, when we drew
off the road and bivouacked for the night. The rain continued for some
time, and it was exceedingly chilly, and by no means an agreeable
opportunity for sleep. The men made fires among the trees, and sat
around them nearly all night. As morning rose the wind changed, the
rain ceased and when we resumed our march at about eight o’clock the
air was soft, bland, and beautiful, like a day in April or May. Heavy,
lead- clouds, however, hung low over everything, the air was
thick with mist, and vaporous masses of steam lay upon the fields and
woods. The snow had disappeared, and the frost was coming out of the
ground, and lay in pools and puddles, and finally, in lakes and rivers
of water, over roads and low-lying fields in every direction. Soon
it began raining again, first a drizzle and then a steady pour, and
the thermometer rose and rose and rose again, to fifty, seventy, and
eighty degrees, every object in the landscape began to exhale steam.
Men and horses and mules and wagons, every bush and blade of grass,
gave it forth in clouds and masses. There was a glow everywhere as of
early dawn, and a dank, earthy smell pervaded the air. The wagons and
trains, and everything that went on wheels or by horse-flesh, abandoned
the roads and took to the fields. Deeper grew the mud and deeper the
water over the mud. Still the moving masses of men pushed on, jumping
from hummock to stump, sinking in up to the thighs and being dragged
out half drowned, struggling through dense thickets rather than try the
road, and everything and everybody draggled and splashed and yellow
with mud; there had been something very much like this in the march
up the Peninsula under McClellan, in the trenches and corduroys about
Yorktown, and we did not expect to give it up. But at last we came to a
dead standstill. We were in a narrow wood-road and had passed several
teams of a wagon train completely mired, and apparently sinking deeper
and deeper, mules singing their peculiar lay with little above the mud
but their ears, when we were halted where the road made a sudden turn
and descent, and for the present at least, all further progress was
impossible. Our entire day’s march was only three miles.

The narrow road appeared to be blocked, wagons were upset apparently
one upon another, while men and horses were floundering about in most
dire confusion. In a very short time we made our way out of this
scene of disorder, and to the great relief of all who progressed by
horse-flesh, halted to wait a more agreeable season. Then again did we
regret the comfortable quarters we had left.

It was dreadful to think of camping where we were, worse to undertake
to go back again, or forward or anywhere. The whole country in all
directions appeared to be under water. The trees stood up as if in a
vast bog or swamp. At the first step off from a root or stump you sank
so deep as to make you catch your breath, and you were lucky if, in
extracting yourself, you did not leave behind both boots and stockings.
Virginia mud is a clay of reddish color and sticky consistence, which
does not appear to soak water, or mingle with it, but simply to hold
it, becoming softer and softer, and parting with the water wholly by
evaporation. It was difficult to stand; to sit or lie down, except
in the sticky mud, was impossible. Everything was so drenched with
water that it was difficult to make fires. The warm, moist atmosphere
imparted a feeling of weariness and lassitude, and in short our
condition was disgusting. Wet through, stuck-in-the-mud, we dragged out
the night.

The next day, January 23d, was bright, mild, and beautiful, at least as
far as sun and air went. A gentle breeze began to dry up the ground,
and the whole brigade was set at work to corduroy roads. The method
pursued by our own men was peculiar. They were marched across the field
and brought into single line before a Virginia fence. Every man then
pulled out a rail, shouldered it, and in single file the Regiment
marched to the place to be corduroyed, where each dropped his rail as
he came up.

The next day we returned to our camp at Stoneman’s Switch, which looked
on the whole about as comfortable and home-like as the inside of a very
mouldy Stilton cheese. In an incredibly short space of time however,
everything resumed its accustomed air of neatness and quasi-comfort.
The next Sunday-morning inspection showed not a trace of the mud in
which the Regiment with the rest of the army had been nearly smothered.

Youthful readers of Lovers’ romances are apt to jump at the conclusion
that “a soldier’s life is always gay,” or at least that gaiety is its
normal condition. Youthful patriots in our war time yearned for active
service, and saw themselves in dreams successfully storming forts,
capturing batteries, charging and driving rebel hordes. Always in their
dreams there was floating over them the flag of their country, (a
bright new one)--always drums were beating and bands were playing; and,
if the dream was dreamed out to the end, the great transformation-scene
at the close, displayed the dreamer in elegant uniform, crowned by
the genius of victory, while the people of the whole nation joined in
shouts of approbation.

As they approached the field of glory the halo faded, and often upon
the field itself it was not at all manifest to the eye. A disordered
liver turned the gold to green, and the arm which by the dream was to
have been waving a flashing sword in the front part of battle, was
more frequently wielding a dull axe in the woods, or a spade in the
open ground. Many thought that their patriotism had evaporated, but it
was only the romantic aureola that was gone.

Among the first volunteers to join our Newton Company was the Reverend
William L. Gilman, a minister of the Universalist denomination.
To us he was Corporal Gilman of Company K, doing his duty as a
non-commissioned officer quietly and well. On the 10th of December,
1862, the Colonel was in the dumps. He had been for two months
wrestling with the medical authorities of the corps, and the medical
authorities had near about killed him. Upon the eve of a movement and
a battle, they refused permission to send our sick to hospital, and
ordered our surgeons to follow the movement. More than twenty men were
very sick in our hospital tent, and the steward objected to the heavy
load which would fall to him if he were left alone in charge.

At this juncture appeared Corporal Gilman with a sad countenance, and
told how disappointed he was to find that his services seemed to be of
no value, and to ask if some position could not be found in which he
might have the satisfaction of feeling that he was of use to somebody.
A brief consultation with the Surgeon told the Colonel that the
corporal was in no state for marching or fighting, that his despondency
was the effect of a disordered liver, and thereupon he was detailed
to the military command of the patients in hospital, and before the
regiment left he was fully instructed as to the duty required of him.
To Corporal Gilman’s activity during the five days of our absence, is
due a large share of the credit of saving the lives of those entrusted
to his care. Shamefully neglected by the division surgeon who promised
to visit them, and who even falsely said that he had visited them,
these sick men would have died of starvation but for the unwearying
devotion of their two non-commissioned officers; and when the regiment
returned, Gilman himself was well, and had recovered that cheeriness
which was his natural temper, and which never afterward deserted him,
even when mangled and dying on the field of Gettysburg.

But after all there was some foundation for those youthful views. There
were men who could stand up against their own livers, and there were
times of general jollity.

Making a neighborly call at the headquarters of an Irish regiment, our
Adjutant found there quite a number of officers, the greater number of
them sitting or reclining on the ground, which formed the tent floor,
among them Captain Hart, A. A. General of the Irish Brigade.

Of course the canteen was at once produced, and a single glass which
was to go the rounds with the canteen. The whiskey was of the “ragged
edge” variety, from the commissary stores, and it required a stout
throat to drink it half-and-half with water; but when our adjutant, to
whom by reason of infirmity of the lungs whiskey was like milk, filled
the little glass with clear spirit and tossed it down his throat,
there was a murmur of admiring surprise which found expression in
Hart’s reverent look and in his exclamation, “Oh, sir! you ought to
belong to the Irish Brigade, for it’s a beautiful swallow you have!”

But the Irish had no monopoly of light-hearted soldiers. Dana of “ours”
was to the battalion what Tupper says a babe is to the household--a
well-spring of joy. Full of healthy life and spirits, he bubbled over
with jokes and pranks and mirth, and while no story of the 32d could
be complete without some stories of him, no one book could suffice to
contain them all.

Sent out with a party to corduroy a road, he announced himself at the
farm house near by as General Burnside, and demanded quarters, got
them, and fared sumptuously.

Detailed as acting quartermaster he kept no accounts, and how he
settled with his department no man knoweth to this day. The demand
of the ordnance department for property returns, although frequently
repeated, were quietly ignored, until the chief wrote to him: “Having
no replies to my repeated demands for your accounts, I have this day
addressed a communication to the 2d Auditor of the Treasury, requesting
him to withhold farther payments to you.” To which D. at once replied:
“Dear Sir,--Yours of the --th is received. What did the 2d Auditor say?”

A representative of the Christian Commission in clerical dress and
stove-pipe hat was distributing lemons to the bilious soldiers, but
refused to give or sell one to Dana, who thereupon proposed to arrest
him as a deserter from our army or a spy of the enemy’s; and when
the gentleman asserted that he was enlisted only in “the army of the
Lord”--“Well, you’ve straggled a good ways from that,” was the surly
rejoinder.

Sergeant Hyde of K Company was a Yankee given to the invention of
labor-saving contrivances, and was not fond of walking two miles under
a big log, which was then the ordinary process of obtaining fire-wood.
He thought that he might get his fuel with less labor, from the
generous pile which always flanked the surgeon’s tent. Getting one of
his comrades, in the darkness of night, to draw off the attention of
the headquarters’ <DW64> servants, Hyde secured a boss log and escaped
with it to his hut, and there, with the aid of a newly-issued hatchet,
proceeded to demolish his log beyond the possibility of recognition.

Unfortunately for Hyde, the sharp hatchet glanced off the log and cut
an ugly gash in his leg--a serious wound, which made it necessary
to call on the surgeon and break his rest. The doctor was kind and
sympathizing beyond his wont, and very curious to learn all about the
accident, but to this day the sergeant believes that if that doctor had
known all the particulars, the treatment might not have been so gentle.

Whenever the army was idle for a time, officers were apt to be prolific
in written communications, recommendations, and endorsements, and
these were not always merely dry routine. The officer of the guard
who knew more about tactics than any other learning, one day on his
report wrote a suggestion that “sum spaids and piks” be provided for
the use of the guard. This passing as usual through the hands of the
officer-of-the-day, who knew more about books than tactics, he added
over his official signature, “approved all but the spelling.”

A. Q. M. Hoyt having in a written communication to the General
of the division called attention to the fact that the division
quartermaster was using an ambulance and horses for his own private
occasions in violation of an order of the War Department, was by
endorsement directed to “attend to his own duty,” whereupon he sent
the same paper to the Adjutant General at Washington, with this
additional endorsement. “In compliance with the above order of Gen.
---- the attention of the War Department is called to the case within
described.” The ambulance had to go.

It was in one of these prolonged waiting seasons that the assistant
surgeon with great exertion at all of the headquarters, secured a
thirty days leave of absence in order to be present at his own wedding.
Nothing now could make his face so long as it was next morning at
the mess breakfast, when an orderly brought, and when the adjutant
read aloud a general order from headquarters, Army of the Potomac,
cancelling all officers’ leaves “pending the present operations of
this army.” A premature chuckle from one of the conspirators exposed
the forgery and lightened the doctor’s heart.

It was not in every place and presence however, that even a full
surgeon could indulge his natural bent for humorous relation, as indeed
the chief of our medical staff discovered, when, after convulsing a
Court Martial with a vivid description of a pig hunt, where he came in
at the death to find the prisoners cutting up the pig, and the Adjutant
General of the division “presiding over the meeting,” he found his
reward in “plans and specifications,” upon which he himself was tried
for contempt of court, or something to that effect.

St. Patrick’s Day was always a day of great jollity, for the religious
children of that holy bishop and his cherished isle are quick to break
forth into mirth and sport when opportunity is offered. The festival of
1863, however, closed with a strange accident and a sad tragedy.

A course had been provided for horse racing, and after the races laid
down in the programme had been run, a variety of scrub matches were
made up _extempore_. Unfortunately it happened that two of these
were under way at the same time and in opposite directions, and at
the height of their speed, two horses came in collision so directly,
and with such a fearful shock as to cause the instant death of both
animals, the actual death of one, and the apparent death of both the
riders. He who escaped at last, was the dear foe of our Quartermaster
Hoyt, who, over the senseless body pronounced the officer’s eulogy, and
expressed his deep contrition for all that he had ever said or done to
offend the sufferer, but with the reserved proviso that “if he does get
well this all goes for nothing.”




X.

_CHANCELLORSVILLE._


The commencement of the year 1863 brought the not unwelcome
announcement to the Army of the Potomac that General Burnside had been
relieved from the command, and General Hooker appointed in his stead.
The disastrous failure at Fredericksburg, and the rather absurd attempt
which will be known in history as the “mud march,” had not increased
the confidence of the army in Burnside’s ability, and it was with
feelings of satisfaction that the soldiers heard the order promulgated
which relieved him and appointed his successor. Notwithstanding some
grave defects in the character and habits of General Hooker, as a
soldier he had enlisted the confidence and won the affections of the
men. The plucky qualities which had given to him the name of “Fighting
Joe,” seemed to be an assurance of that activity and energy that were
so necessary to the successful ending of the contest, while his kindly
nature, and his genial, social temperament, won the love and good
wishes of all who came in contact with him. In appearance, when in
command, he represented the dashing, chivalrous soldier, of whom we had
read in history and fiction, inspiring confidence and awakening our
enthusiasm. As he rode along the line, while reviewing the 5th Corps,
mounted upon a snow-white steed, horse and rider seemingly but one,
erect in all the pride of command, his hair nearly white, contrasting
strongly with his ruddy complexion, he looked the perfect ideal of a
dashing, gallant, brave commander. We soon learned that his skill in
organization fully equalled his bravery upon the battle-field, and
the results were apparent in the improved discipline and _morale_ of
the troops. To his administration must be given the credit of the
introduction of the corps badges, which proved of great value in the
succeeding days of the war.

It would be useless, tiresome perhaps, to describe the regular routine
performed by the 32d during the days and weeks that succeeded. Suffice
it to say, that it consisted principally of picket and guard duty,
with details for road building, and the constant drill and discipline
so necessary to prepare the soldier for the more severe labors of the
march, and the sterner duties of the battle-field. With the warmer
weather of the spring came orders which told us that the campaign was
soon to begin; baggage must be forwarded to Washington, clothing must
be furnished, deficiencies in ordnance supplied; these, together with
orders for the return of men on leave and detached service, informed
the soldier as clearly as if it had been promulgated in positive
terms, that active duties were to commence, that a battle was soon
to be fought. On the 8th of April, President Lincoln reviewed the
army, and the sight of a hundred thousand men prepared for review was
indeed impressive. General Hooker was excusable, perhaps, in speaking
of his command at this time as “the finest army on the planet.” It
certainly was never in better condition. On the 27th of April we
left our camp--the Regiment under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel
Stephenson--without a thought that we should ever return to it again.
Starting at noon, we marched to Hartwood Church, about eight miles,
reaching it at nightfall; the next morning, moving towards Kelley’s
Ford on the Rappahannock, near which we bivouacked for the night;
taking up the line of march at daybreak, we crossed the Rappahannock
on a pontoon bridge, coming to Ely’s Ford on the Rapidan, late in the
afternoon of the 29th. The water at this ford was quite deep, reaching
nearly to the armpits, and running rapidly. Most of the men stripped
themselves of their clothing and waded through, holding their muskets,
knapsacks, and clothing above their heads, while others dashed in
without any preparation. Occasionally a luckless wight would lose his
footing in the swift-running stream, and float down with the current,
to be caught by the cavalry men who were stationed below for that
purpose. Regiment after regiment as they arrived, dashed through the
waters, and a more stirring scene can hardly be imagined. All along the
banks of the river were men by hundreds, and thousands--on one side
making preparation for fording--on the other replacing their clothing
and repairing damages, while the water was crowded with soldiers who
filled the air with shouts, laughter, and song. As the darkness came
on, the numerous fires which the soldiers had made for the purpose of
drying their clothing, threw a strong light over a picture of life and
beauty, such as can only be witnessed in the experience of army life.
That night we rested on the south side of the Rapidan. The morning of
the 30th of April found us on the march, and in a few hours we struck
that region, which, but for the war, would scarcely have been known
outside of its own limits--now to be remembered by generations yet to
come, as the locality where were fought some of the bloodiest battles
known in history--the Wilderness.

Some description of the territory may not come amiss to those who have
grown up since the bloody scenes of the war for the Union were enacted
there. It comprises a tract of land probably more than twenty miles in
circumference; a nearly unbroken expanse of forest and thicket. A large
portion is covered with a dense growth of low, scrub oaks, briars, and
shrubs, with occasionally a spot where the trees have attained to more
lofty proportions. For miles you can travel without a change, seeing
only the loathsome snake as it glides across your path, and uncheered
by the voices of the birds, for the songsters of the day find no home
in its thickets, only the lonely night-bird inhabiting its gloomy
depths. Everything about it is wild and desolate. The sun hardly
penetrates through its gloom, and the traveller, oppressed with its
loneliness and desolation, hurries through that he may reach the more
genial spots beyond, and feel the cheering rays of God’s sunshine.

Near one border of this region, at the junction of roads that lead from
Fredericksburg and United States Ford, is Chancellorsville; not a town,
not a village, but simply a tract of cleared land surrounding one brick
house, said to have been erected for a private residence, but used at
the commencement of the war as a roadside tavern. Through the forest we
marched to Chancellorsville, near which we bivouacked for the night.

May 1st, 1863, our Regiment led the division which marched not
south-east in the direction of the plank road, but by a road which led
east and northeast, in the direction of Bank’s Ford. Artillery and
picket firing had been heard for some time, but we were in thick woods.
Covered by flankers and skirmishers we moved on sometimes very rapidly,
until within less than four miles of Fredericksburg. The day was fine
and with the exception of some cavalry pickets, we saw no enemy, but
there was a sound of heavy firing on our right in the direction of the
plank road, and as we advanced it seemed to become more distant and
almost exactly in our rear.

By the excitement apparent among General Griffin’s staff it was evident
that things were not going right, and at last the order was given to
face about, and we took the back track at a killing pace. As we neared
Chancellorsville again, there was some pretty sharp artillery and
infantry skirmishing going on just ahead, and as night drew on we were
halted in the road in line of battle facing south, with skirmishers in
front.

It seems that the regular division of our corps had been roughly
handled and driven back, thus separating us from the army, and we were
kept all that night marching and counter-marching about the country. It
was a bright moonlight night, but dusky in the woods. There were long
waits, but not enough for sleep, and it was long after daylight when we
got out of the forest and came upon the 3d division of our corps, and
found ourselves welcomed as men who had been lost but were found.

On the morning of May 2d we were posted on the extreme left of the
army and ordered to build breastworks. The axe and the spade were soon
busily at work, and before night a formidable barrier had been erected
against any attack. About sunset there was some slight skirmishing,
and the men stood in line awaiting an attack, but none came. All
was still as night; not a sound was heard except the low murmuring
of voices. Even the dropping fire of the pickets had ceased, when
suddenly on our right there burst on the air the sound of a volley of
musketry accompanied by the wild rebel yell that was so familiar to
the soldier of the Union. From the first it seemed to come towards
us like a torrent, constant and resistless. The men stood, musket in
hand, peering into the gloom, every nerve strung, ready to meet the
attack, but it did not reach us, and ceased suddenly at last. This
was the famous flank attack by Stonewall Jackson upon the 11th Corps
under General Howard, which was ended thus abruptly by the death of
the rebel commander. On the morning of the 3d we relieved and changed
positions with the 11th Corps. Our new position was just at the right
of Chancellorsville house, by the side of the road; before us a cleared
plain probably two hundred yards wide, beyond which was a forest. Again
we were ordered to throw up earthworks, and the men were busily at work
all day. Our brigade was formed in two lines, the 32d being a part of
the front line, where it remained until the army fell back.

About noon on the 4th our brigade received orders to advance across the
plain into the woods. That morning a fire had swept through the woods,
burning the accumulated leaves, the deposit of years, and in addition
to the heat of the day, we suffered from the hot ashes that arose under
our footsteps in clouds.

The purpose of this advance was to feel out the enemy and draw his
fire, but not to bring on an engagement, the object being to ascertain
whether he was still in force on our front. The movement was executed
in gallant style. The enemy received us with a hot fire of musketry
and artillery, the greater portion of which fortunately went over our
heads. We were at once ordered to retire and did so, under a tremendous
shower of shot and shell, nearly all of which passed above us.

We remember with pride the precision with which the brigade returned
across the field, as coolly as if passing in review, rather than under
the fire of the enemy, a movement which elicited the hearty cheers
of the division. The most excited individual was a non-commissioned
officer who, being lightly hit by a piece of shell as we entered our
earthworks, maddened by the stinging pain, turned and shook his fist at
the invisible foe, abusing him most lustily, amidst the laughter of his
companions. Our advance demonstrated that the enemy was still there,
and in a short time they made their appearance in masses issuing from
the edge of the wood, but they were received with a fire of artillery
that sent them reeling back to their defences, leaving great numbers of
dead and wounded on the field.

The morning of the 5th came in with a cold, heavy rain, making our
position that day anything but pleasant, but we did not move. As soon
as darkness came on, the batteries began to withdraw, then we could
hear the tramp of regiment after regiment as they moved away, and we
soon learned that the army was retiring across the Rappahannock. Still
no orders came for us, and we began to realize that again our division
was to cover the retreat, and be the last withdrawn. The ground was
soaked with water, we could neither sit nor lie down, but crouching
under the little shelter tents, which afforded some protection from the
drenching rain, we waited for our turn to come.

It was nearly morning when we started, and sunrise when, after wading
through mud and water often knee deep, we reached United States Ford.
The engineers were in position there ready to take up the pontoons.
Striking swiftly across the country, hungry, tired, and disheartened,
we re-occupied before noon our old quarters at Stoneman’s and the grand
movement of General Hooker upon Richmond was ended. The loss of the 32d
was only one killed and four wounded.




XI.

_FREDERICKSBURG TO GETTYSBURG._


After the battle of Chancellorsville the whole army retired to its old
position about Stafford Court House and Falmouth, on the Rappahannock,
opposite the City of Fredericksburg. The 32d Massachusetts was detailed
to guard duty along the railroad from Acquia Creek; half of the command
under Lieutenant-Colonel Stephenson being posted at or near the
redoubts on Potomac Creek, guarding the bridge; the remainder, or right
wing, under Colonel Prescott, posted south of Stoneman’s Switch.

On Thursday afternoon, May 29th, orders were received to break camp and
move to Barnett’s Ford. The left wing moved promptly, but the right
wing, owing to the temporary absence of Colonel Prescott, did not march
until after nightfall. A bright full moon and cool breeze made marching
delightful. The way was familiar, the roads fine, and the men, in the
best of spirits, laughed and sung as they went. At about midnight this
hilarity had subsided, and the little column was jogging sleepily along
the way, which wound through a deep wood in the vicinity of Hartwood
Church. Suddenly, at a sharp turn of the road, where the moonlight fell
bright as day, came a stern call “Halt! who goes there?” and a dozen
horsemen, springing from the shadow, stood barring the way, bringing
forward their carbines with a threatening click as they appeared. The
column, however, not halting, pressed forward into the light, showing
the glittering muskets of the men and something of their number. The
horsemen seemed to suddenly abandon their purpose, for, without a word
of parley, they turned their horses into the woods and slipped past us
under cover of the darkness. We recognized them, when too late, as a
band of guerillas, and learned more concerning them at the first picket
post we met.

During our stay at the fords of the Rappahannock, guerillas harassed us
in various ways, hovering around us, indeed, until we neared the border
of Maryland. Now a portion of our wagon train would be run off, and an
officer would be spirited away when on outpost duty or riding from one
camp to another. Again and again the mail was stopped and rifled, the
carrier shot or captured. Indeed, these things became of so frequent
occurrence that stringent orders came from headquarters forbidding
officers or men straying beyond the limits of their camp guards. Many
were the sensational rumors concerning the guerillas and their Chief
Mosby. One of our cavalry officers used to say that he never could
catch a guerilla, but after a long chase occasionally found a man
wearing spurs, engaged in digging a well.

At Hartwood Church the two wings of the Regiment were again united, and
moved on the following day past Barnett’s to Kemper’s Ford. Mrs. Kemper
and her daughter were the only inmates of their mansion, Mr. Kemper
being “away,” which meant in the rebel army, and of the swarms of
servants which no doubt once made the quarters lively, there remained
only two or three small girls and an idiot man.

Our stay here was one of the bright spots of army experience. The
location was delightful and the duty light. We had a detail on guard at
the ford and pickets along the river bank; opposite to us on the other
shore, and within talking distance, were the rebel pickets, but no
shots were exchanged, and all was peaceful and quiet.

We had extended to the family such protection as common courtesy
demanded, and when we were about to leave, a few of the officers called
to say good-bye, and found the ladies distressed and in tears on
account of our departure, or the dread of what might come afterwards.
They told us that ours was the first Massachusetts regiment that
had been stationed there; that they had been taught to believe that
Massachusetts men were vile and wicked; “but,” said one of them, “we
have received from no other soldiers such unvarying courtesy and
consideration; we have discovered our mistake, and shall know how to
defend them from such aspersions in the future.” Promising in reply
to their urgency that, if taken prisoners and if possible, we would
communicate with them, we took our leave, with the impression that it
was well to treat even our enemies with kindness.

On the 9th of June occurred the engagement at Brandy Station, said
at that time to be the greatest cavalry fight of the war, and the
Regiment crossed the river and covered the approaches to the ford while
the battle was in progress. They moved out about three miles in the
direction of Culpepper Court House, but encountered no enemy, except a
few straggling cavalry men, who fled at their approach.

Now the Regiment was kept continually on the _qui vive_, under orders
to move at a minute’s notice, and be prepared for long and rapid
marches.

Suddenly the enemy withdrew all his pickets from the river, and on the
13th of June we moved in the middle of the night, which was very dark,
in the direction of Morrisville, and on the following night we reached
Catlett’s, our division bringing up the rear of the army and guarding
the wagon train. The weather had now become very summerlike, and the
days were hot and sultry, and the roads heavy with dust. Again we were
moving through that detestable Manassas country, that debatable land,
now almost a desert; the soil uncultivated, trodden to powder, the
fields overgrown with weeds, an arid waste where no water was and no
food could be obtained, the breeze stifling one with the pungent odor
of penny-royal, which pervaded everything.

June 16th we encamped near Manassas, on the Thoroughfare Gap road,
and on the following day made an ever-memorable march of eighteen
or twenty miles, under a tropical sun, with a stifling air filled
with dust, without a drop of water anywhere, and the men of all ranks
and commands falling down by the roadside and dying of heat-stroke
and exhaustion. The 32d made the best record of any regiment in the
division on this day, encamping at Gum Spring at night with fuller
ranks than any other. We set out with 230 men and came in with 107 in
the ranks, and even this poor showing was far ahead of most regiments
composing the division. Four soldiers of the division died from
sunstroke on this dreadful march. Firing was heard all day from the
direction of Aldie, and we were urged forward as rapidly as possible.

On the 19th we moved to Aldie Gap, with the whole of the 5th Corps,
passing many fine places upon the broad Winchester turnpike. An
artillery skirmish was going on as we neared the Gap at sunset, and
we deployed across the broad fields under the beautiful Blue Ridge
mountains in fine style, bands playing, bugles sounding, etc. At 2 A.
M. on the morning of the 21st the men were awaked, three days rations
issued, and we were soon in motion up the Gap. As morning broke we
defiled past Aldie, and on the way down the mountain side were passed
by thousands of cavalry, under command of Generals Pleasanton, Gregg,
and Kilpatrick.

During that day and the next we had a glorious opportunity to witness
one of the great cavalry skirmishes of the Army of the Potomac, the
enemy’s cavalry consisting of Fitz Hugh Lee’s brigade led by Rousseau,
and Stuart’s cavalry led by Stuart himself. We withdrew on the 22d
and passed that night near Aldie on the side of the hills, looking
down into the valley, and across to Ashby’s Gap. Many are the tales
since told of what we saw and did during those two days of cavalry and
infantry fighting. On the 21st the Regiment led the infantry advance,
and on the return was at the rear of the column, and covered the
cavalry retreat.

June 26th orders came to move at 3 A. M., and from that time we marched
rapidly forward across the state of Maryland, and until we reached the
Pennsylvania line.

Early on the afternoon of July 1st, 1863, after a march of about ten
miles, the 32d reached Hanover, Pennsylvania, and as we filed into a
cleared level piece of grass-land, we congratulated ourselves upon
the prospect of a long rest and a refreshing sleep after the tedious
marches and broken slumbers of the previous sixteen days. The men went
cheerily to work preparing food, the great difficulty being lack of
fuel, for we were in a friendly country, and the usual destruction of
fences and trees was forbidden. But we were soon to find ourselves
disappointed in our expectations; for, at 8 o’clock, orders came to
move, and the men discontentedly packed their knapsacks, giving up
all idea of rest so much needed and desired. As we marched toward
Gettysburg, we heard in advance the sound of cheering, and soon word
came down the line that General McClellan was again in command of the
army. As the news passed along, regiment after regiment sent up cheers,
and the soldiers moved with quickened step and joyful hearts. Where
this report originated we never knew, yet many went into the battle
the next day thinking they were under the command of the general, who,
above all others, had won the love and confidence of the Army of the
Potomac. Very soon, orders came for the musicians to give the time for
the march, and we stepped off quickly to the beat of the drum. This was
one of the very few occasions on which we used our music while on the
march during the entire service of the Regiment. Our musicians were
used, as a general rule, only in camp to sound the various calls that
marked the routine of camp duty, and at guard-mountings and parades,
and on this occasion we were allowed but a few minutes to enjoy the
luxury of marching to the beat of the drum, for it was stopped by
orders from an authority higher than our division general, on account
of the danger of giving information of our whereabouts to the enemy.

We marched nearly ten miles more that night, and at midnight bivouacked
two miles distant from the spot that was to be the field of the battle
of Gettysburg. Very early in the morning, as soon as daylight appeared,
we moved on to the vicinity of Round Top and formed in line of battle.
Here the 32d was detailed to form a skirmish line, to protect the
extreme flank of the army. Colonel Prescott, however, requested that
the Regiment be excused from this duty, for the reason that it had
had no experience, and but little instruction in skirmishing. The 9th
Massachusetts was substituted, fortunately for them, and unfortunately
for us, for as matters turned out, they were not engaged, and did not
lose a single man during the fight of that day.

We remained inactive for a number of hours, the men providing
themselves with food, and seeking the rest so much required. Officers
and men laid down under the shelter of a ledge, and entirely oblivious
to the roaring of the cannon and the bursting shell that passed over
our heads, slept the sleep of the weary. It was the last sleep on earth
to some of our number; to others a blessed boon, enabling them to
endure the exhaustion and pain occasioned by wounds received at a later
hour. It was nearly 3 o’clock in the afternoon before our repose was
disturbed by orders to move forward.

Following the general design of these pages, to relate only the story
of our own Regiment and what occurred in its presence, to paint only
the pictures that we saw, there are yet necessary, concerning the
battle of Gettysburg, a few words of more general description.

There had been several days of occasional contact between the hostile
armies; each was concentrating its scattered corps, and meanwhile
manœuvring to secure a favorable position for the inevitable battle. On
the 1st of July the fighting had been heavy, and when we joined, the
forces on each side were arrayed for a decisive contest.

Seminary Ridge, which was occupied by the Confederates, and Cemetery
Ridge, which was selected for the Federal position, may be called
parallel ranges of highlands. Between the two the country is not a mere
valley sloping from the ridges to a common centre, but it is broken
by knolls and swells of land which, like the ridges, are lower to the
northward (our right) and more rough and broken toward the south.

General Sickles, with the 3d Corps, had, upon his own responsibility,
advanced his line so that it occupied, not Cemetery Ridge, as General
Meade had intended, but the broken swells of land lying between the
ridges; and this advance of the left corps of Meade’s lines, forming a
salient angle, led to its being selected for the main attack by Lee.

The line of the Union army was irregularly curved, the right bending
sharply back and resting on Rock Creek, and the left bowed slightly to
the rear.

Between the positions here and at Antietam, there were many points of
likeness, but the relative situation of the combatants was reversed.
This time it was Lee’s army that attacked, while to us fell the
advantage of the defensive attitude and of the interior lines, by which
reinforcements could speedily be moved from left to right or right to
left, as the pressure of emergencies required.

As has already been stated, the 5th Corps was held in reserve during
the early part of the 2d of July, and its position was such that by
reason of the irregularities of the ground and the frequent patches of
woodlands, we could see but little of our own lines, and of the enemy’s
nothing except the smoke of his batteries on Seminary Ridge.

The attack of Longstreet’s corps, although bravely resisted, was too
much for Sickles, in his unfortunate position, to withstand, and the
immediate cause of our orders to move forward was the break made by the
enemy in the lines of his corps. Our line of battle was hastily formed
on the westerly <DW72> of a hill, at the foot of which was the bed of a
small stream then almost dry.

The division line was, because of the broken character of the hillside,
exceedingly irregular, and walls and ledges were made useful for
defence.

We were hardly established in our position, such as it was, before the
attack came, the enemy piling down in great numbers from the opposite
<DW72> and covering themselves partially under the hither bank of the
little stream. They were received by a galling fire from the division
and driven back from our immediate front with great loss into the wood
from whence they came. The men loaded and fired with great rapidity,
some using much judgment and coolness, making every shot tell in the
enemy’s ranks; others, as is usually the case, excited and firing
almost at random.

It was during this part of the fight that Lieutenant Barrows, an
officer esteemed by all, was instantly killed. And here too, before the
enemy was repulsed, many of our men were killed or wounded. Further
to the right the Union soldiers were not so successful, and another
break in our lines from the enemy’s charges compelled the command to
fall back, which we did in splendid order, carrying with us our dead
and wounded. Moving to the rear and left of its first position, the
brigade formed in a piece of woods bordering upon the wheat-field,
which is pointed out to visitors as the spot where were enacted some
of the bloodiest scenes in the battle of Gettysburg. This field was
surrounded by a stone wall, and when we first saw it, was covered with
waving grain. Forming in line of battle our brigade advanced across
this field, taking position in rear of the stone wall facing the
enemy’s lines. On the right was the 4th Michigan, the 62d Pennsylvania
holding the centre, with the 32d Massachusetts on the left. The right
of the 4th Michigan rested near a wood or clumps of thick bushes where
it should have connected with the left of the 1st Brigade, but by some
mistake, either on the part of the general commanding the division, or
the officer in command of the 1st Brigade, that body did not advance
as far as the 2d, but halted, leaving a large gap in the line of the
division. Between the two brigades was also a steep ravine leading up
from the “Devil’s Den,” a deep hollow in our front.

We were hardly in position here before the attack came again, and the
battle waxed hot and furious. We had been engaged but a short time
when Colonel Prescott, supported by two men, went to the Lieutenant
Colonel and turned over to him the command of the Regiment, declaring
that he was wounded, and must leave the field. The men received the
fire of the enemy with great coolness, and returned it with spirit
and success. During all this time we had seen nothing of our brigade
commander (Colonel Sweitzer), and Lieutenant Colonel Hull, of the 62d
Pennsylvania, while in search of him, informed Colonel Stephenson
of the want of connection with our troops on the right, urging that
something should be done at once or we should be flanked there. Upon
the suggestion that Colonel Jeffers, of the 4th Michigan, should change
front and meet the threatened danger, he hastened to communicate with
that officer, but before the movement could be made, the blow came. The
enemy moving quietly up the ravine charged directly upon the flank of
the 4th Michigan, curling it and the 62d Pennsylvania up like a worm
at the touch of fire, and throwing them into the greatest confusion.
Taking the order from an aide-de-camp of the brigade commander, who
is always supposed to have authority to give such commands, the 32d
was falling back in good order, when, for the first time, we saw our
brigadier, who, rushing from the woods, rode before the lines, ordering
the 32d to halt, demanding, with an oath, to know why the Regiment
was retreating. Indignantly replying that the Regiment was falling
back under orders from his staff officer, the Lieutenant Colonel
ordered the men to face about and stand their ground. It was a fatal
mistake, and one which caused the loss of many brave men. For a few
minutes we stood; the enemy on our front, right flank, and nearly in
our rear, pouring in a terrible fire, which the men returned almost
with desperation, until we were again ordered to fall back, which we
did, fighting our way inch by inch, rebels and Union men inextricably
mingled, until we reached the shelter of the woods.

Just at this moment Colonel Stephenson fell, shot through the face,
and Colonel Prescott who appears not to have been wounded at all, soon
after again took the command.

The Pennsylvania reserves were forming for a charge. With a shout and
a yell they fell upon the now disorganized ranks of the enemy and
drove them like a flock of sheep for a long distance, almost without
opposition. The 32d reformed and advanced again to the stonewall where
they remained undisturbed, for their part in the battle of Gettysburg
was ended.

The whole of this terrible fight was fraught with incidents, some
grave and touching, and some even humorous. One gallant officer having
discharged the contents of his pistol at the foe, at last threw the
pistol itself at the head of a rebel. Another, wounded and faint sat
down behind a large boulder. Two rebel soldiers tried to take him
prisoner; then commenced a race around the rock; all ran the same way
and he managed to elude them and escape. Probably not a soldier could
be found who could not tell some curious incident which came to his
knowledge during this fight. It was nearly sundown before the battle
was ended for the day. We must have been engaged three hours, yet so
great was the excitement and so little did we mark the passing minutes
that it seemed to have occupied less time than has been taken to tell
the story. The 32d carried two hundred and twenty seven men into the
action and lost eighty one in killed, wounded, and missing, among
whom was Lieutenant Barrows killed, and Colonel Stephenson, Captains
Dana, Taft, Lieutenants Steele, Lauriat, and Bowers, wounded. The 4th
Michigan and 62d Pennsylvania, besides their killed and wounded, lost
nearly one hundred men prisoners, and also lost their colors. Colonel
Jeffers of the 4th Michigan, probably the only man who was killed by
the bayonet during the battle of Gettysburg, died in defence of his
flag.

The frantic assault by General Lee on the 3d of July, fell entirely
upon the right and center of the Union army, and the left was not
attacked.

Colonel Stephenson gives this vivid description of his experience, one
of those sad ones that attend a soldier’s life among the wounded in the
rear.

“On the 3d of July the wounded of the 5th corps were taken from the
barns and other buildings in the immediate vicinity of the battle
field, where they had been placed during the progress of the fight, to
a large grove about two miles distant.

The trains containing hospital supplies and tents had not arrived,
and the wounded were placed under little shelter-tents, such as the
soldiers carried with them upon the march. We lay on the bare ground
without even straw for our beds, and he who obtained a knapsack for a
pillow deemed himself fortunate.

Just at night the attendants brought to the place where I was lying,
a young soldier of the 32d and laid him beside me. It was Charles
Ward of Newton. I remembered him well as one of the youngest of the
Regiment, one whose purity of character, and attention to duty had won
the esteem and love of all who knew him. The attendants placed him in
the tent, furnished us with canteens of water, and left us for the
night, for alas, there were thousands of wounded men to be cared for,
and but little time could be spared for any one. My young companion
had been wounded by a ball passing through his lungs, and it was with
difficulty he could breathe while lying down. To relieve him, I laid
flat on my back, putting up my knees, against which he leaned in a
sitting posture. All night long we remained in this position, and a
painful weary night it was. At intervals we would catch a few moments
of sleep; then waking, wet our wounds with water from the canteens,
try to converse, and then again to sleep. So we wore away the night,
longing for the light to come.

No one came near us; we heard far away the dropping fire of musketry on
the picket lines, the occasional booming of the cannon, and the groans
wrung from the lips of hundreds of wounded men around us. My young
friend knew that he must die; never again to hear the familiar voices
of home, never to feel a mother’s kiss, away from brothers, sisters,
and friends; yet as we talked he told me that he did not for a moment
regret the course he had taken in enlisting in the war of the Union,
but that he was ready, willing to die, contented in the thought that
his life was given in the performance of his duty to his country.”




XII.

_AFTER GETTYSBURG._


The day succeeding the battle, we left Gettysburg in pursuit of
the defeated enemy, followed closely by the 6th Corps, by way of
Emmetsburg, Adamsville, and Middletown to Williamsport. Much of this
time it rained heavily and the roads were bad, but we had the good
spirits which attend success, and were cheery, as became victors. Near
Williamsport we encountered the enemy, and on the 11th and 12th of July
pressed him back toward the river, but he succeeded in crossing the
Potomac without further serious loss.

Perhaps the finest thing that the army ever saw was the movement
forward in line of battle near Williamsport and Hagerstown. As far as
the eye could reach on either hand were broad open fields of grain
with here and there little woods, the ground being undulating but not
broken, and we were formed in close column of division by brigade,
the 3d Corps touching our left and the 6th Corps our right; and so
we advanced across the wide, yellow fields in two dense lines which
extended apparently to the horizon. This movement was continued on two
successive days.

Then we tried a flank movement by our left, crossed the Potomac on the
17th, near Berlin, and keeping east of the Blue Ridge, were at Manassas
Gap on the 23d, and stood spectators of some pretty fighting done by
the 3d Corps, who secured possession of the pass. On the 26th we were
at Warrenton, and remained there until August 8th, when we moved to
Beverly Ford, and encamped there for five weeks.

Sergeant Spalding, in a letter home, describes our camp there as the
cosiest he ever saw: “Our camp is in a forest of young pines, planted
since our arrival. It looks beautifully, especially in the evening. I
went out a little way from our camp last evening to take a bird’s-eye
view of it. How cosy it looked with the lights from our tallow candles
glimmering through the trees from nearly every tent, which seemed
almost buried in the green foliage that surrounded it. Our camp is laid
out in streets, one for each company. At the head of each street is the
captain’s tent, which is surrounded by an artificial evergreen hedge
with an arched entrance, with some device in evergreen wrought into
or suspended from the arch--as, for instance, Company K has a Maltese
Cross (our corps badge). Company I, of Charlestown, has the Bunker Hill
Monument. Company D, of Gloucester (fishermen), has an anchor, &c.,
&c. But our tented cities, be they ever so comfortable and attractive,
are short-lived. We build them up to-day and pull them down to-morrow.
We may be quietly enjoying our quarters to-day, and to-morrow be
twenty-five miles away. Such is a soldier’s life.”

On the 12th October, 1862, General Porter ordered our Colonel to detail
one company for detached service as guard to the reserve artillery of
the army, and Company C (Captain Fuller) was detailed. When the detail
was made it was supposed that it would be only for a few weeks, but
they did their duty so acceptably as to result in being separated from
the Regiment for more than ten months.

It was their duty to accompany the trains of the artillery reserve on
the march, the men being distributed along the whole column and on each
side of it, and they furnished the sentinels about the ammunition and
supply trains, when parked for the night.

The duty was not very severe, and their position was one of comparative
independence. It was pleasant to hear that a company of ours received
praises alike from every commander of the reserve, and from the
families of the Virginia farmers whose premises they had occasion
to occupy. Their route was the general route of the army, and at
Gettysburg they were under sharp fire on the 3d of July, when Lee made
his last assault, but the total of their casualties, while absent from
the Regiment, was small.

They brought back many recollections of pleasant camps and stirring
scenes, and the story of their experiences brought a welcome freshness
to the gossip of the battalion. They rejoined the Regiment near Beverly
Ford, August 24th, 1863.

While we were encamped at Beverly Ford five deserters were tried,
convicted, and sentenced to be shot, and the sentence was executed near
our camp in the presence of the corps, massed on a hillside facing the
place of execution. No more solemn scene was witnessed in the army
than the march of those five men from the barn in which they had been
confined to the graves in which they were to lie. They were dressed
alike, in white shirts, trousers, shoes and stockings, and caps. The
order of procession was as follows: First, the band, playing the death
march, then four soldiers bearing an empty coffin, which was followed
by the prisoner who was soon to occupy it, guarded by four soldiers,
two in front with reversed arms, and two behind with trailed arms. Then
another coffin and another prisoner, borne and guarded as described
above, and so the five doomed men marched across the field to their
graves, where each, seated upon his coffin, was to pay the penalty of
desertion by death. Although at first they marched with firm and steady
step, yet they staggered ere they reached the spot where they were
to face death at the hands of comrades. Eighty men selected from the
provost guard were there in line, posted to fire the fatal volley. When
all was ready, the men having been placed in position and blindfolded,
the officer in command of the guard, without a word, but by the motion
of his sword, indicated the ready--aim--fire, and instantly every gun
(forty loaded with blank and forty with ball cartridge) was discharged
and all was over. Silently we viewed the solemn spectacle, and as
silently returned to camp--not with cheerful martial airs, as when a
faithful soldier, having met a soldier’s death, is left to his last
repose, but with the sad ceremony uneffaced, and all deeply impressed
with the ignominy of such an end.

On the 15th of September we broke up this pretty camp and moved along
to Culpepper, with some lively skirmishing, and then rested for another
month with some picket duty but no warring.

A French Canadian who left without permission on our march to
Gettysburg, and took to bounty-jumping for a living, was detected,
returned to us, and at this camp was tried, sentenced, and punished for
his offences in the presence of the entire brigade.

In the middle of a square formed by the troops who had been his
fellows, one half of his head was shaven close, and his shoulder was
branded with a letter D. The square was then deployed--the line formed
with open ranks, the front rank faced to the rear, and the poor wretch,
under guard, was marched down the path thus lined with on-looking
soldiers, the musicians leading the way playing the Rogue’s March, and
then he was sent from the lines as not worthy to associate with an
honest soldiery.[2]

[2] The scoundrel’s own description of the proceedings was: “they shave
my head--they burn my back--they march me in review.”

Here, too, we received a reinforcement of 180 drafted men, who were
assigned to the different companies, and of whom we made good soldiers.

Between the 10th of October and the 29th of November the Army of the
Potomac and the Army of Virginia were waltzing about the country
between Culpepper and Fairfax. Frequently it was “forward and back,”
sometimes “forward all,” and occasionally “back to back.” Generals
Meade and Lee called the figures, and we danced to the music of
artillery and rifles. There was in fact no fun in all this; the
campaigning was severe, and some of the engagements were marked by
sharp fighting, but the campaign was mainly one of manœuvres.

Sunday morning, November 29th, found our corps in position, in the
centre of the line of battle at Mine Run, with orders to be ready to
charge the enemy’s works at a given hour, when a signal gun was to be
fired. There the two great armies of Virginia were brought face to
face, each occupying a strong natural position, about a mile apart,
with a deep valley between, through which passed a small stream called
Mine Run.

We have said that each army occupied a strong natural position. The
Confederate army however, had us at a great disadvantage. They knew
it and expressed it by acts which spoke louder than words--coming out
from behind their works by hundreds in the open field, seemingly to
challenge us to charge across the valley, which they knew--and so did
we--would be to many of our number the valley of death. For we had to
charge down the hill across the Run and up the opposite <DW72>, in the
face of a hundred guns, planted so as to sweep the field with grape and
canister the moment we came within range, and thousands of muskets in
the hands of the enemy, who were evidently not only ready, but anxious
to see us storm their position, that they might mow us down like grass.

Before taking our place in the line we were ordered to remove our
knapsacks and all needless baggage that might interfere with our
movements when the charge was ordered. That was the time that tried our
nerves. The field was before us. The obstacles to be met and overcome
we could see, and with our past experience it was evident to all that
the contemplated movement if executed must involve a fearful sacrifice
of life on our side. For hours we watched, and waited in suspense the
signal that was to open the conflict, and the relief we experienced
when the order to charge was countermanded, can better be imagined than
described.

At dark we retired a little way from our position in the line of
battle, built our camp fires, cooked our supper, and laid down to rest.
About midnight we were aroused, and falling into line moved to the
right about a mile, where our corps joined the 6th corps which occupied
a position in the woods, and there we formed in line of battle. The
following day will long be remembered by us on account of our bitter
conflict with Jack Frost instead of Johnnie Reb. The day was extremely
cold, freezing the water in our canteens, and although in danger of
freezing ourselves, we were ordered not to build fires, or in any way
make ourselves conspicuous, for we were within range of the enemy’s
guns. Our situation was one of exposure and peril, for if we obeyed
orders we were sure to perish with the cold, and if we disobeyed, as
sure to draw the enemy’s fire, with the risk of losing life or limb.
We took the latter risk--built fires by which to warm ourselves, or
chased each other in a circle around a tree or stump to keep our blood
in circulation and our limbs from freezing. And when a solid shot or a
fragment of a shell came whizzing through the woods where we lay, we
hugged the ground more closely, or sought the shelter of some rock or
stump or tree, until the firing ceased, then resumed our exercise, or
gathered around the fire again to cook our coffee, warm ourselves, and
make another target for the enemy.

Thus for three days and nights the two great armies of Virginia menaced
each other across the valley of Mine Run. At last the movement was
abandoned and the campaign ended by the withdrawal of our army to the
north of the Rappahannock, and two days afterward we found ourselves in
what proved to be our winter quarters at Liberty.

While in winter quarters we had the pleasure of seeing several ladies
about the cantonments, among them Mrs. Faxon, the young wife of our
surgeon, whose experience and memories of the time it may be better to
render in the first person.




XIII.

_A LADY AT WINTER QUARTERS._


Early in the winter of 1864, the 32d was in winter cantonments at
Liberty, near Bealton Station, on the Orange & Alexandria railroad.
Of course somebody must have commanded the army, but whoever he was,
he never called upon me, and is of no consequence to my story. My
orders to join came from an officer much more important in my eyes--the
surgeon of the 32d, who, queerly enough, was also my husband.

After all manner of experiences I arrived at Bealton Station, a
locality which by daylight appeared to be a quarter-section of Virginia
land and a small, rough, and inconvenient platform of planks; but it
was evening when I arrived--yes, a dark, rainy, December evening. A
shadowy form having the voice of our garrulous quartermaster waited
to welcome me, and by it I was ushered into the damp darkness, out of
which loomed, by and by, the hazy form of an ambulance and two hazy
mules--and then, but beyond and more misty, the upper half of what
seemed to be my husband, and the ears of his horse. Whether I was
sufficiently hearty in my greeting I do not know--I am afraid not, for
all this was not what I had imagined would be my first impressions on
coming within army lines.

My idea of an army was made up of brilliant sights and stirring sounds.
Nice clean flags--bright-buttoned uniforms--flying horses and full
bands of music, were essential parts of the picture which my fancy had
painted, and here was nothing but wet and darkness and mud. Through
mud a foot deep, the creaking of the vehicle and “soh” of the feet of
the wading mules, only breaking the moist silence--I was driven to
the mansion in which my husband was quartered, and which was to be my
home for the winter. Out of all this dreariness, however, I stepped
into the cheerful light of glowing windows, and was welcomed to a
most hospitable wood fire, in front of which was a table set out with
a smoking supper of tempting odor--and my surgeon appeared no longer
misty and uncorporeal, but solid humanity, and looking really quite
bright in the eyes, and happy in my coming.

The hearty welcome, the bright light, and the cheering warmth soon
obliterated all memory of the weary journey and the dismal night.
The fatted chicken had been killed for me, and was served with hot
potatoes, corn-bread, tea, and cold meat. A bright little <DW64> girl
waited upon me, and it added to the pleasant novelty of my position to
be served by a piece even so small of the “peculiar institution.”

The “mansion” consisted of four rooms, the two on the lower floor
separated by a hall; the kitchen was a small building across the
yard--earth floored--and it was not only kitchen but bed-room for the
black servants, who, however, did not seem to use any beds. But all
this I did not learn until daylight came again, and the drums, fifes,
and bugles bursting out into reveille woke me amid dreams of home-life
to the consciousness of my surroundings. Listening to that stirring
music (how exhilarating even now is the bare memory of the reveille)
and looking out from my window upon the camp of our Regiment and of
many other regiments, seeing everywhere the signs of real service, I
was more than satisfied, and no longer bewailed the absence of my ideal
army.

This winter was one of halcyon days to me. Accustomed to the rigors
of a Northern winter, the many bright warm days of the season, in
Virginia, were peculiarly enjoyable. The country had been stripped
of fences, and our horseback rides were limited only by our picket
lines. Now we walked our horses through the woods, the dry underbrush
crackling beneath their hoofs--now cantered freely over some wide
expanse of old fields,--reining up to pass some ugly bit of corduroy
road, or to ford a full water-course. In the foreground might be a
“mansion,” occupied by some general officer as his headquarters, or
a group of <DW64> huts still tenanted by blacks of all ages. In the
distance the high hills of the Blue Ridge, and perhaps between, in the
middle distance, picturesque camps of artillery, cavalry, or infantry.

A few of the houses were still occupied by the families of their
owners, among whom we made acquaintances; the able-bodied men were all
“away,” the women said; where,--they never told.

Besides our almost daily rides, we paid and received visits, and
exchanged rather limited hospitalities. Quartermaster Hoyt entertained
us frequently, and although his _piece de résistance_ was invariably a
dish of fish balls, yet having a cook who knew how to make good ones,
his fare always seemed sumptuous. Once we dined with Colonel Prescott,
who flared out with a joint of roast beef, but this was exceptional
grandeur.

Our quarters became quite the evening resort for officers of the 32d,
and the few ladies who were there, and the hours passed pleasantly away
with chat and games and jokes and stories. I could not then with any
success assume a matronly role, and sometimes perhaps actually enjoyed
the practical jokes which abounded in the camp. Then, too, where ladies
are but few, they certainly are better appreciated than in the crowded
halls of fashion, and it was pleasant (for I am human and woman) to be
the attraction in a circle of young and brave men.

Please don’t anybody think that my time was entirely taken up with
pleasures or trifling occupations. Even doctors need all manner of work
done for them by their wives--there were some housekeeping cares, and
the regimental hospital was none the worse for having a woman’s eye
over it. My first experience in dressmaking was in behalf of Mrs. O.,
a native neighbor, who had been useful, and possibly earned a trifle by
mending for officers and men. To be sure when it was done it appeared
that I had made the back of the basque all in one piece, without any
seam, but that may be the fashion some day. No, I was not idle, and all
days were not bright and happy, but the bright ones linger longest in
my memory.

I did, once in a while, wish that in my peaceful life there might be
mingled, just for seasoning, a trifle of real war; but one evening,
when we were attending a dance over at the spacious log camp of
Martin’s battery, there came an orderly all splashed with mud, with
news that a raiding party of the enemy was close at hand, and the party
scattered, infantry officers hurrying back to their regiments, and all
to their posts. The brass guns, which, decked in fresh evergreen, had
formed quite a striking decoration to the temporary ball-room, were
hustled away into position. The voices which had been saying pretty
things to us changed to tones of command, hardly softening to tell
us that safety forbade our return to quarters. Some sort of a hole
was prepared for our safe-keeping in case of attack, but when all
was quiet, beds were made in the log house assigned to us ladies, of
boughs laid on raised boards, on which we slept soundly until daylight
came, when the alarm was over, and it was safe for us to ride home. It
was very nice for once, but my ambition for stirring scenes was fully
satisfied.

Late in the season there was quite a grand ball, and on St. Patrick’s
day a merry party gathered to witness the games, races, and sports
which had been organized by the officers of the 9th Massachusetts
Regiment in honor of the festival. This was the height of the winter’s
gaiety; with the milder air of spring, we non-combatants must flit away
to our homes, and leave our soldiers alone to meet the stern realities
of the coming campaign.

But there were stern realities too, for us at home, as we waited,
sometimes in dread, because we heard nothing, and yet again trembling
for fear that we should hear a more dread _something_--trying even,
while oppressed thus with terror and anxiety, to compose cheerful
letters to the dear ones out of sight under the war-cloud. Is it
wonderful that we welcomed with something of a weird satisfaction every
call in behalf of the soldiers for our time, our labor, and our energy,
or that we plunged into the work of our own sphere with a certain
reckless desire to drown out in stirring occupation, the care and
anxiety which haunted each idle hour.

Can anyone realize in these peaceful days what was one of the chief of
women’s sorrows then--that very often that which was the cause of their
deepest grief and affliction, might be the occasion for public and
general rejoicing, and that the wife of yesterday, the widow of today,
must don her weeds of mourning at the moment when the country clad
itself in gay bunting, and threw rockets to the sky for very joy that
out of bloodshed there had come victory.




XIV.

_AT LIBERTY._


During the winter of 1863-4, the portion of the Army of the Potomac
which included our Regiment was encamped in a position to defend the
railroad between Bealton and Warrenton, from attacks by guerillas, and
the camp of the 32d was in close proximity to the village of Liberty, a
very small place whose name meant, before the war, liberty to the white
man only, and but for the “little unpleasantness” and its results, the
name would have had no significance to men of color.

Liberty proved to be an agreeable camp for the 32d, for their rows of
tented dwellings were pitched on a pleasant wooded <DW72> where the
ground was dry, with good drainage, an abundant supply of water near at
hand, and soil less inclined to mud than in the greater part of the old
Commonwealth of Virginia.

The picket duty was severe, as at this point there was a thoroughfare
leading directly into the country of the enemy, and a railroad bridge,
the loss of which would cause great annoyance to our own army by
interrupting our line of communication, and cutting off one portion
from its base of supply. But there was much to enliven us and break
the monotony of camp life.

It was a little past midnight on the evening of the dance which was so
rudely interrupted, that the long roll was sounded and, in scarcely
more time than is necessary to write it, the Regiment was under arms
and deployed in various directions for the protection of the camp. The
disturbance was caused by a squad of rebel cavalry who had forced the
picket line at a weak point, their presumable object being a raid on
the United States paymaster, who came into camp that night to payoff
the brigade; but the yankee soldier generally keeps picket with eyes
and ears open, and whoever would cross his beat must have a feather
tread. The paymaster (the late Major Holman), although the object of
the attack, slept quietly through the whole uproar, and did not wake
until morning. Apparently his safe might have been stolen and carried
off without his being aware of it. We were out about two hours, when
the enemy having been driven beyond our lines, we were sent back to our
quarters.

An amusing incident occurred here one dark night which created quite
a sensation on the picket line, at that time under command of Captain
Farnsworth. Going the rounds at two o’clock A. M., posts eight, nine,
and ten were found on the _qui vive_. They were stationed in the edge
of a wood, where just across a narrow strip of grass-land there was
another belt of forest. For some little time they had heard footsteps
and other sounds which led them to believe that their posts were being
reconnoitered by the enemy. After waiting some minutes and leaving
orders that no aggressive movement should be made, but that in case any
party should be seen to leave the opposite wood, the sentinels should
order “halt,” and if not obeyed should fire, the captain passed on his
tour of inspection. Before the round was completed he heard a shot from
this direction, succeeded by perfect quiet, and when again at post nine
the sentinel reported that he had done as directed, that some object
had, in spite of his challenge, continued to approach, that he had
fired and dropped the intruder, who or which, upon examination, proved
to be a _mule_. Well, he ought to have halted.

It was from this camp that a night expedition was sent after deserters.
Outside our lines, at distances varying from two to four miles, were
several dwelling houses occupied by families for whose protection it
was common to billet a man on the premises as a “safeguard.” Such men
were not subject to capture on this neutral ground, and their posts
were very desirable, as they were well cared for by those under their
guardianship, and had little to do, plenty of leisure, and often
very pleasant society. But there were troubles connected with such
arrangements. The men in camp hearing of the attractions of these
places so near at hand where coffee, salt, and other supplies were
exceeding scarce, and where gifts of them were acknowledged by various
favors--were tempted to slip over the lines, each with little parcels
saved from his abundant rations, supplemented, perhaps, with a spare
jackknife and a few needles, to seek adventures among the natives. The
fact that they ran the risk of capture and imprisonment probably added
zest to such escapades, but was of itself a good reason why they should
be prevented. In fact, it was within this very territory that Major
Edmunds and his orderly were captured.

At the roll call at retreat, March 31st, 1864, it appeared that several
men were “unaccounted for,” and there was little doubt as to the
cause of their absence. The colonel, who had previously considered
the propriety of some action on his part, was now at the end of his
patience, and determined to put a check upon the practice. Sending for
an officer who was at that time serving on a general court martial, and
consequently not considered “for duty” in the Regiment, he told him of
his wishes and offered him the command of the detachment which should
make a detour through a portion of the neutral territory, and search
for and, if possible, capture the missing men.

A detail of twenty-eight men was finally made from nearly twice that
number who volunteered for the duty. Included in this number was one
man who had been on safeguard duty in the neighborhood that we proposed
to visit, and who could act as a guide to the party.

The party were in light marching order, each man with a day’s rations
and forty rounds of ammunition in the cartridge boxes, and it left camp
an hour and a half before midnight, at which hour it was intended
to reach the house of Colonel N----. The path was a narrow forest
roadway, and for the greater part of the distance led through what
was known as the “three-mile wood.” The night was moonless and very
dark, and the detachment filed on, mile after mile, always on the
alert and suspicious of every sound, until at last, and in good time,
they reached the cleared land about Colonel N.’s “palatial mansion.”
Deploying an advance guard they proceeded with the utmost caution to
surround the house, and but for the dogs, who challenged loudly, the
purpose would have been readily accomplished; but the inmates were
speedily astir, alarmed by the baying of the hounds, and lights danced
about from window to window. Whether rebel soldiers were among the
occupants or not could not be told, but soon men came out at the doors,
and their footsteps could be heard as they ran, but no one could see
ten feet away to distinguish a man from a tree.

Orders had been given not to fire without command, and to give chase
in the darkness would risk the loss of men without any good result.
The party therefore went on cautiously to surround the house, and men
were posted in such manner as to command all approaches to the mansion,
with orders to halt and arrest whoever attempted to enter or to leave.
After these guards were posted, the remainder, under a sergeant, were
marched away for a half mile up the road, making considerable noise as
they went, and then halted to await orders. In the meantime the squad
about the house was kept quiet in the darkness, out of the way of any
light from the windows. After ten minutes had elapsed the door of the
mansion was opened and some one looked out, thinking, no doubt, that
the disturbers were well away. Then, as if the door opening had been
a signal, the sound of footsteps was heard approaching slowly through
the dry leaves and twigs in the woods; then a whispered conversation,
and again the steps approached. A moment later two men came on, until,
when within five feet of the commander, they were halted with the
order, “Surrender, or I fire.” At first they turned, evidently with the
intention of escaping, but changed their minds, saying, “Don’t fire, we
surrender.” These proved to be two of the men of whom the expedition
was in search. They had been in the house, and had started at the
alarm, thinking that the troops were from the rebel lines; had waited
until, as they supposed, the detachment had passed on its way, and then
were going back to the house. Leaving these men under guard the house
itself was summoned. The door being opened by a woman, and the lady of
the house called for, four of the party entered and were referred to a
beautiful and accomplished young lady of perhaps twenty years. Miss N.
received them courteously, but declared upon her honor that no men from
our camp had been in the house that day or evening. She was informed as
politely as possible that there was an error in this statement--that
two such men had already been secured, and that search would be made
for more. This resulted in the arrest of a third man, and having bagged
him and apologized for the disturbance that had been caused, the party
moved away.

“While life lasts,” says the captain, who commanded, “I shall not
forget the flash of the young lady’s eyes when I questioned her
assertion. I have often thought that if every southern soldier had
to look for approval or disapproval into such a pair of eyes, it was
no wonder victory often perched on their banners when the odds were
against them.”

At half past two in the morning the party was back again in camp with
three prisoners, and found that two others who ran from the house had
returned of their own accord. All of these were of course technically
deserters, but none were severely punished. The result of this
expedition was to put a stop to a practice by means of which valuable
information, no doubt, reached the enemy.




XV.

_OUT ON PICKET._


Picket duty may be the most agreeable or it may be the most
disagreeable of all the duties of a soldier, but it is always an
important, and is often a dangerous one.

Picket-guards are formed by details on orders from headquarters.
Sometimes the guard will include the entire regiment, or details
from several regiments, but if the orders are from the battalion
headquarters, it is usually composed of detachments from several
companies. The officers are detailed from the adjutant’s roster and the
designation of the enlisted men from each company devolves upon the
first or orderly sergeants. The officers, non-commissioned officers and
men, are supposed to be taken for duty in rotation, and woe befall the
unfortunate orderly who designates one of the confirmed growlers out
of what he considers his turn, as laid down on his own time-table, and
many are the threats heaped on the head of the sergeants, which happily
are never executed.

Under command of the ranking officer, the detachment is marched out
and posted to guard the line assigned to its protection--usually there
is merely a chain of sentinels who are relieved at regular intervals
of time from the main body; but sometimes, and always in the case of
detached outposts, the men are divided into groups of three or more,
under the supervision of the non-commissioned officers of the guard,
while the commander of the whole line establishes reserves at points
convenient for reinforcing it in case of need, and assigns to the
subalterns the command of various portions.

Relieved from the wearisome round of camp duties and parades, and
placed where each man has his own responsibilities, and must exercise
his own judgment, picket duty often becomes an acceptable change, both
for officers and men. In the warm season the men make a sort of picnic
of their tour, and out on the front edge of the occupying army they can
frequently obtain articles of food, which, although common enough in
civil life, are real luxuries to those who have been limited in their
diet to the rations issued in the army. They bask in the sunshine,
or loiter in the shade--and when it is their turn for repose, the
jackknives are busy and the chat is lively.

Sometimes our picket-line would be on a river, the opposite bank of
which was guarded by the enemy, and there would be times of unofficial
truce when we traded over the stream coffee for tobacco, etc., and when
we even made visits to each other, and talked as freely as if we might
not at a moment’s notice be enemies again.

But it is one of the unfortunate facts in a soldier’s life, that
picket duty is not confined to quiet times or pleasant weather. The
growlers usually maintained that it was always stormy when they were
out on picket, and in three winters that we dwelt in tents within the
boundaries of Virginia, there were many rough times on the picket lines
when the rain poured down continuously, saturating the ground, clinging
to the grass in the open, and to the undergrowth in the forests, and
streaming down from the boughs--wet, wet--water, water, everywhere; on
the ground where we slept, on the stone or log which was the only seat;
dribbling through a corner of the tent, usually down the neck of its
occupant, or making a little rill off one’s overcoat and into one’s
boot top.

Or perhaps it was snow or sleet that stung our faces and chilled us to
the marrow; or perhaps, worst of all, the clear cold of winter which
our little picket fires, when they were permitted, did but little to
overcome.

There was one occasion while we were at Liberty, on which we were
indulged with all of these in turn. It was early in the spring of ‘64,
the day had been warm and rainy, unseasonably warm and quite seasonably
rainy, the rain continuing into the night and the wind rising to a
gale that made all manner of noises in the wood in which our line
was posted. The men all soaked through, had hard work to keep their
ammunition dry and their rifles in condition for use, and all of us,
uncomfortable as mortals could be, feeling as if the night would never
pass and morning never come, wished more heartily than ever “that this
cruel war was over,” that we might have a chance to get in out of the
rain.

All of a sudden the wind shifted to the northwest, and we had first
hail, then snow, and finally clear cold weather, the gale all the time
continuing; the men themselves, almost chilled to icicles, were soon
clothed in armor of ice, which cracked and rustled as they tramped
along their beat, beneath a clear sky and stars that shone with winter
brilliancy.

The morning came at last, and with the rising sun there was exhibited
one of those marvels of beauty which can come only from such a
preparation. Every twig and branch of tree or shrub, and every spear of
grass or tuft of herbage clad in a coating of ice, blazed with the hue
of the rainbow. The trees in the forest seemed loaded with jewels, and
the meadows were strewn with them.

But the power of the spring sunshine dissolved the gorgeous display,
and thawed out the sentinels from their encasements of ice; the wind
ceased, the mildness of the balmy Southern spring returned, and soon
from every man a cloud of steam rose in the quiet air, and as their
clothing dried and their bodies warmed, the spirits of the men thawed
out, and they who, in the previous twenty-four hours, had passed
through various stages of discomfort, were cheerily chaffing one
another as they made their breakfast of hot coffee and soaked cakes
of what had once been hard-tack, and very likely wrote home the next
day about the charms of the Southern climate, which gave them such
delicious spring weather in what was at home the winter month of March.

Whether it is summer or winter, hot or cold, sunshine or rain, day or
night, and however peaceful or stormy the scene may be, the picket
guard must keep their eyes open and their powder dry. Constituting the
outposts of an army which trusts to them, they must be always alert
against surprise. And although we may have been accustomed for weeks to
exchange friendly civilities with the pickets over the river, the time
would come when each would do his best to kill the other. When some
change was contemplated, or some movement began which it was desirable
to conceal from our adversary, orders would be sent to the pickets to
open fire on those of the enemy.

Such orders were of course first notified to the other side, and no
advantage was taken by either of existing truce relations. After that
warning, whoever showed out of cover was a target for the enemy’s
picket, and frequently no fires were allowed, because the light or
smoke would aid the aim of the foe.

If the movement was a direct advance from our front, the first order
would be announced by shouts of “Look out, Johnnie, we’re coming,” and
some shots sent purposely in the air, and then came the driving in of
the enemy’s pickets.

Or possibly the boot was on the other leg and it was we that were
driven in, in which case it was our duty to cause all possible delay
to the attacking force. The reserves were added to the line, and as we
fell back the whole would be relieved by other troops sent forward at
the alarm and interposed between us and the rebels, whereupon we were
marched to join our respective regiments and companies.

Sometimes it is desirable to capture some men from the pickets of the
opposing army, in order or in hopes of obtaining information, and
sometimes a picket is captured for a lark, or because of a favorable
chance--a chance which generally implies neglect of duty on the part of
the captured men.

In one instance an outpost party of five men, believing themselves
to be at a safe distance from the enemy, ventured to indulge in the
luxury of a game of cards, for which purpose they placed their arms in
a stack, and soon became deeply interested in the game, from which they
were aroused by a summons to surrender. Upon looking up they discovered
a single man of the enemy, standing between them and the stack, his
rifle trained on the group, and himself so posted as that he could
supply himself with their rifles after discharging his own. Thus he
could put two or three of his opponents _hors de combat_, while, all
unarmed, they could not possibly harm him; and so the five surrendered
to the one, who marched them before him to his own lines.

When things were lively on the picket lines and the men alert, it was
wearing business. The strain of constant watchfulness, especially at
night, peering into the gloom and imagining that you see forms or
hear movements--the knowledge that your own life may depend upon the
keenness of your vision--the fear of mistaking friend for foe--the need
of quick intelligence and rapid reasoning--all make up an exhausting
kind of duty.

At one such time, one of our officers, a brave fellow, but one whose
experience of picket duty was insufficient, thinking to ascertain the
origin of suspicious sounds outside our lines, went out on a scout,
expecting to return at the point where he left, but mistaking his way
in the night, he came upon our chain of pickets at another post which
he had neglected to warn of his doings. As he continued to approach
when challenged, the sentinel fired, and next day among the casualties
reported was, “One officer wounded on the picket line, arm, severely.”
No one was to blame but himself.

That same night the men, nervous from the frequent firing along the
line, one of the posts became aware of the sound of steps out in the
bush field on their front, evidently approaching nearer and nearer;
then one of the men could see what seemed to be a man crouching near
the earth and creeping through the brush with frequent hesitation;
finally the sentinel challenged, and receiving no reply, fired. The
crack of his rifle was followed by the agonizing grunts and dying
squeals of a stray Southern porker who had yielded up his life for the
lost cause.

It may be that accidents of this last type were more frequent than was
necessary (there were three pigs killed that night), but vigilance on
the part of the guards is always praiseworthy, and the orders against
marauding could not apply to such a case, even if the result was a good
supply of fresh pork-chops along the picket lines next day.




XVI.

_ON FURLOUGH._


In the winter of 1863-4, the great majority of the men of the 32d
reënlisted for a term of three years, under an order which in such
cases gave the entire reënlisting body a furlough of thirty days. It
was only after much struggling with bumbledom that everything was
smoothed out and the furlough granted, so that the Regiment could
return as one body.

Leaving the camp and the remainder of the men under command of Captain
Fuller of Company C, the Regiment left for Massachusetts to enjoy its
vacation. It was a little before noon on Sunday, the 17th of January,
1864, a bright and mild winter day, that we arrived in Boston, and our
first impression upon arrival was that all the people of Boston were
gathered about the Old Colony station, but there were enough of them
left to line the whole route through the city, as we marched first
to the State House to pay our respects to Governor Andrew, and as we
moved thence to Faneuil Hall, where a bounteous collation awaited us.
Notwithstanding the day the troops were saluted along the line by the
cheers of the people, and the salvos of artillery.

At Faneuil Hall, after all had been satisfied with the repast, Governor
Andrew arose to address them and was greeted with hearty cheers. He
spoke in substance as follows:

    _Soldiers_:--In the name and in behalf of the Commonwealth and
    of the people of Massachusetts, I greet your return once more
    to your homes and to the soil of the venerable Bay State. The
    cordial voices of the people who have welcomed your procession
    through the streets of Boston, these waving banners, these
    booming cannon breaking the stillness of our Sabbath day
    with voices echoing the sounds of battle--all, all bid you
    welcome--welcome home. The grateful hospitality of Boston
    beneath the venerable arches of Faneuil Hall welcomes you. Our
    hearts, speaking the eloquence of affection, admiration, and
    pride no words of mortal lips can utter, with beating throbs
    bid you welcome. Hail then, soldiers of our cause, returning
    for brief relaxation from the toils, the conflicts, the perils
    of war, hail to your homes. Here let the war-worn soldier-boy
    rest for a while, and rejuvenate his spirits, refresh his
    heart, and re-erect his frame. Here, too, I trust, shall your
    ranks be filled by fresh recruits of brave and patriotic
    hearts, imitating your zeal, vying with your courage, and
    following your example. I cannot, soldiers of the Union Army,
    by words, by eloquence of speech, in fitting measure repeat
    your praise. This battle flag, riddled with shot and torn with
    shell, is more eloquent than human voice, more speaking than
    language, more inspiring, more pathetic than music or song.
    This banner tells what you have done; it reveals what you have
    borne. And it shall be preserved so long as the last thread
    remains, so long as time shall leave a splinter of its staff--a
    memorial of your heroism, your patriotism and your valor.

    While I greet the return of these brave and stalwart men to
    the homes of Massachusetts, I remember those comrades in arms
    whose forms you have left behind. Yielding to the shock of
    battle, many of those brave soldier-boys to whom, in behalf
    of the Commonwealth, I bade farewell some months ago,
    fighting for that flag, defending the rights and honor of our
    common country, maintaining the liberties of her people, the
    traditions of the fathers, and the rights of humanity--have
    been laid low. They sleep beneath the sod that covers the rude
    grave of the soldier. Oh, rest in peace, ye hero martyrs, until
    the resurrection summons shall call you to that other _Home_!
    No longer obedient to any earthly voice or any human leader,
    you have made your last report, and in the spirit have already
    ascended to join the Great Commander! The humblest soldiers
    who have given their lives away, will be remembered so long
    as our country shall preserve a history. Their fame will be
    acknowledged with grateful affection when ten thousand prouder
    names shall have been forgot.

    “While thousand as absurd as I,
    Cling to their skirts, they still shall fly,
    And spring to immortality.”

    I give you praise from the bottom of a grateful heart, in
    behalf of a grateful and patriotic people, for all that you
    have suffered and for all that you have attempted. And now
    on this holy sabbath day, let us remember with the filial
    thankfulness of sons, with the devoted piety of Christians, as
    well as the exulting confidence of patriots what the _God of
    our fathers_ has done for us, from the beginning. Unto _Him_
    and not unto us be all the praise and the glory. Unto Him who
    sitteth upon the throne and ruleth the nations let us give
    everlasting ascriptions of praise, that through the trials of
    many a defeat, through the despondency of many a temporary
    repulse, our arms have been conducted to many a triumph, and
    our minds to still loftier heights of moral victory. You are
    fighting now for the cause of your country, and also--for
    Washington used to love to declare he drew his sword--“for the
    rights of human nature.” And now let all of us, living men, on
    this holy day and on this sacred spot where our fathers were
    wont to meet in the dark hours of earlier history--let all of
    us living men, consecrate ourselves anew, by the vows of a new
    obedience, to our country, to humanity, and to God.

At the hall the Regiment was dismissed, but only to meet renewed
evidences of cordial hospitality. Company I was entertained the same
day by the civic authorities of Charlestown, and Company K the next day
at Newton. The officers breakfasted with Colonel Parker at the Parker
House on Monday, and on the 16th of February, on the eve of their
return, dined with him at the Revere House, on which latter occasion
Governor Andrew was present and expressed, as no one could do more more
heartily or more genially, his appreciation of the past service of the
Regiment, and his good wishes for their future.

Besides these there were balls and dinners and entertainments to occupy
all the time that the soldiers were willing to spare from their home
enjoyments, until their departure February 17th, and on the Monday
ensuing the Regiment was again in camp at Liberty, with its new title
of “Veteran,” which the 32d was the first, from Massachusetts, to
assume.




XVII.

_THE WILDERNESS CAMPAIGN._


When one of the many interviewers of President Lincoln introduced the
subject of the election of his successor, the President is reported
to have declared, with his wonted quaintness of expression, that “it
wasn’t a good plan to swap horses while crossing a stream,” by which he
was understood to argue in favor of his own reëlection.

Unfortunately he limited in practice the force of this pithy saying
to his own office and his own continuance therein. He showed little
hesitation in “swapping” one general for another, and often selected
the middle of a very rapid stream as the place for the swap.

The last of these changes--that which placed General Grant in command
of all the armies in place of Halleck--was certainly no injury to the
service. Perhaps the greatest mistake of all, in a military point of
view, was that which took General McClellan from the same position. It
was the long-continued service of Lee which made him what he proved to
be--the ablest of the Confederate generals. Such a mistake as he made
in attacking Meade at Gettysburg would, or should have, proved the ruin
of any Union general.

But at last we had generals who had come to stay, and Grant’s obstinate
pluck, assisted by Meade’s tactical ability, well supported by the
political powers at Washington, were to give us final success.

April 30th, 1864, we broke camp at Liberty, and with the army led
by our new General-in-Chief Grant, advanced to meet the enemy. The
first day’s march was only five miles. Our division, gathering near
Rappahannock Station, encamped for the night. The next morning we
crossed the river for the fifteenth time, making another short march to
Brandy Station.

May 3d we marched leisurely to Culpepper (distance six miles), and
halted there several hours. Marched all the night following, crossing
the Rapidan at Germania Ford at eight o’clock in the morning, where we
halted for breakfast. During the day we pushed steadily forward into
the Wilderness, marching till dark, when we bivouacked near Wilderness
Tavern, in close proximity to the enemy.

May 5th.--Early in the morning we were in line of battle, with orders
to fortify our position. We had an abundance of material with which
to build breastworks, and axes, spades, and picks were freely used by
willing hands. In a few hours we built a formidable line of defense,
behind which we expected to fight, but were disappointed (as we had
often been before) when the order “forward” was sounded. About noon we
advanced, leaving our entrenched position for other troops to occupy.
Our division, which had the honor of opening the campaign, moved
cautiously forward to attack the enemy. Soon we encountered their
skirmishers and drove them back to their lines. As we approached the
enemy the Regiment made quick time in crossing a road along which
poured a shower of grape and canister. Scarcely had we reached the
shelter of the woods on the opposite side of this road when we came
under fire of infantry, who gave us a warm reception, but were pushed
back before our steady advance to their second line, where we engaged
them until dark.

In this our first engagement in the Wilderness campaign our Regiment
suffered little, owing to the favorable lay of the ground over which we
advanced. We lost none killed, and but thirteen wounded.

That night we lay on our arms. There was, however, but little chance
for sleep, as we were in the extreme front, and almost within speaking
distance of the enemy. Early the following morning the fighting was
renewed on our right and left, and was then very severe. The rattle
of musketry and the roar of artillery, as it reverberated through the
forest, was terrific. Although we were under the fire of artillery,
with the din of battle thundering in our ears, many of us slept, unable
longer to resist nature’s demand for repose.

A pine tree standing just in the rear of our line of battle was severed
about midway by a cannon ball, and the top fell to the ground and stood
there erect beside the trunk.

Towards midnight we were suddenly withdrawn, and after marching (or
rather stumbling) through the woods in the darkness for about a mile,
we halted near where we were on the morning of the 5th. There we laid
down our arms and unconditionally surrendered to an overwhelming
force--“nature’s sweet restorer, balmy sleep.”

As it was quite dark when we arrived, we did not know that a
twelve-pound battery was in position behind us and only a few rods
distant, until about daylight, when it opened fire and brought us to
our feet in quick time. The occasion was quickly ascertained. The enemy
had assumed the offensive, and was advancing in force against our
works. They were handsomely repulsed, however, and with this exception
we were not disturbed that day. Several times the enemy shelled us, but
being protected by breastworks, we suffered no loss. The line behind
us was less fortunate, several shells exploding there, killing and
wounding a number of men. Thus we passed the third day of the battle of
the Wilderness.

At night the location of both armies was plainly indicated by blazing
camp-fires, as well as by the cheers of the _Yanks_ and the yells of
the _Rebs_--demonstrations that were intended by each to blind the
other in regard to their contemplated movements.

About nine o’clock we began our first flank movement towards Richmond.
Neither tongue nor pen would do justice to our experience of night
marches such as this. All night we marched and halted (but halted more
than we marched). We did not often stop to rest, but jogged along at
a snail-like pace. When our column moved we marched route step, arms
at will, and when it halted we came to order arms and leaned upon our
guns, keeping our places in the ranks, so as to be on the alert to
prevent a surprise, ready for any emergency.

About midnight we had just emerged from the woods and, halting in the
road, stood leaning on our guns. It has been said that soldiers can
sleep while marching. Whether this be so or not, it is certain that at
this time three quarters of the men were three quarters asleep, and the
other quarter more so, as we waited there for the column to start.

At this moment the troops ahead came suddenly to the front to meet, as
they supposed, an attack of the enemy in ambush, which proved to be
only a squad of stragglers who had stolen away into the bushes by the
roadside, and turned in for a good night’s rest, but had been awakened
at our approach. The sudden alarm created a panic which ran like an
electric flash through the entire column, sweeping the soldiers from
the road as quickly and effectually as though a battalion of cavalry
had charged upon us unawares. Lieutenant-Colonel Stephenson was on his
horse, but availed himself of the momentary halt to drop off into a
gentle slumber. Suddenly he was awakened to find his horse whirling
around and himself apparently alone.

Our double-quick movement in the dark from the road to cover
effectually awakened us, and we resumed our places in line, to laugh
over our experience and continue our tramp till daylight, when we
halted near Spottsylvania. One would suppose that we needed rest and
sleep by that time, but instead of that our Regiment was ordered to
support a battery, and we remained during the day (Sunday), spending
most of the time fortifying the position. There was considerable
fighting during the day, and at its close we moved to a new line of
battle, which we occupied during the 9th, 10th, and 11th of May.
This was within easy rifle range from the enemy, and being able
only partially to protect ourselves behind the breastworks, several
casualties occurred in the Regiment.

Sergeant Spalding was hit in the neck by a spent ball, which he
carefully saved. A man by his side was struck in the forehead by a
bullet which knocked off his hat, made an ugly scalp wound, and finally
left him stunned and bleeding; the first symptoms of his revival were a
hand outstretched and a “Good-bye, boys,” to those around him; but he
soon recovered enough to go to the rear for repairs.

On the morning of the 11th, General Grant sent to Washington that
memorable dispatch which was characteristic of our leader and meant
success, although at a terrible sacrifice of life, limb and treasure:
“We have ended the sixth day of heavy fighting, and expect to fight it
out on this line if it takes all summer.”

Captain Dana had been on detached service, acting as aide-de-camp to
General Dana, who was in command somewhere out West. Having obtained
a leave of absence of sixty days he returned to the Regiment, which
he joined here in the Wilderness, and resumed command of his company.
Early in the campaign he “captured” a wooden chair from some house as
we passed, which he persistently carried wherever he went. At every
halt the captain brought his chair to the ground and sat himself down
in it comfortably and complacently. In every fight his “private chair,”
as he called it, shared his dangers and rode upon his shoulder. In
one of our scrimmages a rifle shot struck the chair, and the captain
returned, among his casualties that day as wounded, “Private Chair in
the leg--badly.”

The 12th of May, 1864, is a date never to be forgotten by any of the
32d who were present in the attack on Laurel Hill that day. Brief as
was the action, the loss of the Regiment in proportion to the numbers
engaged, was greater than in any battle of the war.

That morning found us where we had been for two or three days, in front
of Laurel Hill, and distant hardly more than a quarter of a mile from
the works of the enemy. Between us and them were two swells of land,
which afforded us some protection from the enemy’s missiles. The summit
of one of these was occupied by our pickets, and the other by the
pickets of the rebels.

About nine o’clock A. M. we received orders to attack the position
of the enemy on Laurel Hill, and the brigade, commanded by Colonel
Prescott, advanced with a rush across the intervening space.

As the line of battle started, it overran the picket line--dashed down
the little depression in their front, over the next rise of ground,
but at the foot of Laurel Hill the men, whose momentum had carried
them thus far, faltered under the terrible fire, and laid down within
a short distance of the enemy’s line of works. Here the ground did not
cover the left of the Regiment, and while Colonel Stephenson was trying
to draw his left under shelter, he saw that the regiment on his right
had broken and was falling back in great disorder, and at once ordered
the men to save themselves.

The advance had been disastrous, but as usual the retreat was far
more so. In the 32d five bearers fell before the colors reached the
old position behind our works; of the 190 men who advanced in the
regimental line, 103 were killed or wounded, and from the time that
they left the works until the remnant had returned, less than thirty
minutes had elapsed. Among our wounded were Lieutenants Lauriat,
Hudson, and Farnsworth, Adjutant Kingsbury, and Captains Bancroft and
Hamilton; the latter of whom died two months later of his wounds.

From that day until the 23d, the Regiment was almost constantly in
position in front of the enemy at Spottsylvania Court House and other
localities, the service varied by repeated change of location all in
the direction of the left, the building of new breastworks, picket
duty, etc.

At the commencement of the war, the shovel was derided by a
considerable portion of the people of the North, and even by the
inexperienced and over-reckless men in the army, but the soldiers of
the Army of the Potomac learned from experience the value and advantage
of the utensil. After long and weary marches, the tired soldiers, if
placed in positions confronting the enemy, would almost invariably,
and often without orders, throw up earthworks before they wrapped
themselves in their blankets for sleep.

On the morning of the 23d we resumed our march in the direction of the
North Anna River, Crawford’s division of our corps, which was composed
almost entirely of Pennsylvania troops, taking the advance.

Our destination was Jericho Ford on the North Anna. When within a
mile or two of the ford, at a fork in the road, General Crawford by
mistake took the wrong way, and had advanced some distance in that
direction before his error was discovered. Without waiting for that
division to countermarch, General Warren, our corps commander, directed
General Griffin with his division to cross the ford. Our brigade
took the advance and forded the stream, which was about four feet
deep. Reforming at once upon a plain, the brigade advanced in line of
battle into a piece of woods, preceded by the 22d Massachusetts as
skirmishers, under the command of Major Burt, one of the most skilful
officers in command of a skirmish line in the army. We had barely
entered the woods when our skirmishers drew the fire from the enemy’s
picket line, and the bullets came whistling over our heads quite
freely.

The enemy soon fell back, and after gaining some ground we were
directed to fell trees and erect another line of works. The men worked
with great zeal, but had not finished when the enemy came upon us in
full force, General Hill’s corps essaying to drive us from our position
into the river. The attack fell upon our division, which received
the impetuous charge with a steady fire, and the enemy retired. Yet,
notwithstanding the merciless reception which was given them, the
Confederates pushed forward again about 5 P. M., and finally the
line of the 9th Massachusetts broke under the pressure, rendering
our position critical. The enemy poured through the interval, thus
endangering our whole line; but their headlong course was checked by
a well-directed fire from a battery hastily placed in position, and
served under the eye of General Warren.

Unable to sustain this raking fire of canister, the Confederates gave
way, and our line was reformed and strengthened. During this time
the 32d, which formed the left flank of our battle line, maintained
a continuous fire, the men loading and discharging their rifles with
great rapidity. It is impossible to tell how long this action was in
progress, as in the excitement of battle one can make but little note
of the passage of time, but after a sharp, quick struggle, which seemed
to last but a few minutes, and yet probably consumed more than an
hour’s time, the enemy withdrew, baffled in his attempt to force our
position.

If such a thing could well be, this was the most enjoyable fight in
which we participated during the pounding process we were obliged to
undergo from the Wilderness to Petersburg. It was the only engagement
in which we had the advantage of remaining under the cover of our works
and receiving the attack of the enemy. In every other action during
this campaign these conditions were reversed, and our comparatively
trifling loss demonstrated the disadvantage under which we had
habitually been placed.

This engagement proved that the enemy was on our front in force, that
he had again divined his adversary’s plan of flanking his army, and
that any further advance in this direction must be gained by hard
fighting. We remained in our position during the night, receiving no
further annoyance from the enemy. The next day we were moved to the
right, and on the 25th again moved a short distance in the direction
of Hanover Junction, where we threw up works and did picket duty until
nightfall of the 26th, when we received orders to retire, which we did
silently, leaving our pickets to face the enemy until the army had
recrossed the North Anna. Our division crossed at Quarles’ Ford, and
marched all night and the next day in the direction of the Pamunkey
River.

After leaving the North Anna our next encounter with the enemy was in
the vicinity of Mechanicsville. On the morning of the 30th our brigade
advanced in line of battle through the Tolopotomy Swamp, driving the
enemy’s skirmish line, which made but little resistance, until we
came to open fields around Shady Grove Church, where we found him in
force, protected by earthworks. This advance through the woods was very
toilsome; briars, fallen trees, and similar obstructions impeding our
progress, made it difficult to preserve the line of battle. Many of
the men were badly shod; some had no covering for the feet, yet were
compelled to march over briars and stumps which abounded.

The men had started on the campaign well provided with shoes--not new,
perhaps, but in good condition--and twenty-five days’ constant service,
in rain and sun, dust and mud, had left them in a pitiable condition.
Yet there was no help for it, no supplies upon which to draw, for it
was the 6th of June before we saw our baggage and supply trains. During
this period of thirty days, neither men nor officers could obtain any
change of clothing; the best that could be done was to catch a few
hours, while at rest, for washing, wait for the sun to do the drying,
and meantime go without.

During the afternoon there was considerable desultory firing, and our
loss for the day amounted to twenty-one killed or wounded, among them
Lieutenant George W. Bibby, killed.

About midnight we were relieved by a brigade of the 9th Corps, and went
into camp. June 1st and 2d we were in the reserve, but on the 3d were
aroused before daybreak to take part in the battle of Cold Harbor.

Our part consisted of a charge across an open field under a severe
fire of grape and canister. We drove the enemy out of one line of
earthworks and into another, where he made a stand. The real battle
of Cold Harbor, probably, did not occupy more than twenty minutes. It
was the same along the whole line as with us--a rapid charge under a
galling fire from the enemy, who, protected by earthworks of great
strength, easily repelled our attacks. Our brigade was, perhaps, as
successful as any, for we did drive the enemy from his most advanced
position, but he retired to one of greater strength. This attack was
made before five o’clock in the morning. During the remainder of the
day we laid quiet, within the redoubt we had captured, the enemy
occupying his interior line not more than two hundred yards away. We
kept up a constant fire, watching for every man who had the courage to
show himself, thus hindering as far as was possible the working of the
Confederate guns. The defences on our front were well constructed, and
evidently laid out under the supervision of an experienced engineer.
Indeed we learned from a prisoner that they were begun two weeks before
we reached the place, by order of General Lee, who, it appears, foresaw
that General Grant would necessarily be brought to this point if he
continued “to fight it out on that line.”

Between the lines of works occupied by our brigade and the enemy, the
ground was covered with pine-trees felled and slashed across each
other, making the passage through exceedingly difficult for troops,
even had they been unopposed. But, in addition, the enemy had posted a
battery in such a position that he could sweep the field with the fire
of his guns, from which there was no shelter.

In view of all this we were not much elated when we received an
order that at six o’clock P. M. we were to attack the enemy in our
front, without regard to the movements of the troops on either flank.
Lieutenant-Colonel Stephenson, believing that, under the circumstances,
the movement could not be successful, sent to General Griffin, the
division commander, a description and sketch of the position of the
enemy and the ground before us, whereupon the order was so changed
that we were not to advance until the 9th Corps, which joined our
right, should move. It can be imagined how anxiously we watched the
movements of the 9th, but the hour came, and the artillery signal for
the charge was unnoticed by the troops on our right, who did not budge,
and we were glad indeed when darkness came on and we knew that we had,
at least for the time, escaped the terrible ordeal we had expected.
We know now that the order to charge was given to the commanders of
every corps, but was disregarded by every one; feeling that, after the
experiences of the morning, another charge would result in fearful
loss of life, with no effect upon the enemy’s position. Our loss
during the day was ten killed and twenty-one wounded. The loss to the
Union army was over thirteen thousand killed and wounded; that of the
Confederates, less than one thousand.

For a few days after the battle of Cold Harbor there seemed to be an
intention on the part of General Grant to commence siege operations.
We were then about twelve miles from Richmond, and on the same
ground where, nearly two years before, was fought the action of
Gaines’ Mill--the first of McClellan’s seven days’ battle in 1862. The
prospect of another campaign in the swamps of the Chickahominy was not
attractive, and no regrets were expressed when on the 12th of June,
General Grant abandoned his attempt to attack Richmond directly, and
headed his columns for the James River.

To cover this change of plan, the 5th Corps crossed the Chickahominy
at Long Bridge, and threatened to force a passage through White Oak
Swamp, but as soon as the rest of the army had crossed the James, we
took up our march southward, and followed to a point a little below
Wilcox Landing, where we were ferried over the river, and on the 16th
the whole army was on the right bank preparing for a new campaign.




XVIII.

_THE BOMB PROOFS._


After the long marches of the spring campaign of 1864, through the
Wilderness to Spottsylvania Court House, across the North Anna, through
the Tolopotomy Swamp to Bethesda Church, thence _via_ the Chickahominy,
White Oak Swamp, and Charles City Court House to the James River,
the 32d Regiment crossed the James and marched to a point on the
Norfolk Railroad, about three miles from Petersburg, where, on the
18th of June, they took part in the charge which drove the enemy into
their last line of intrenchments. It was in this action that Colonel
George L. Prescott fell, mortally wounded. While the engagement was
not an entire success, it gave us the vantage ground of the crest of
a hill, which we retained, and whereon we established our line of
entrenchments; and this was the position from which the Burnside mine
was afterwards made and exploded. After this line was established, our
Brigade was ordered to the rear, into camp along the Jerusalem plank
road, where we were held as reserves for special duty; and this was
not, as might be supposed, light duty, for while there we were busy
day and night, building a large earthwork fort, which was named Fort
Prescott in honor of our colonel. Here Lieutenant-Colonel Stephenson,
suffering from his wounds, resigned and left us, to return to civil
life, and Major Edmunds was appointed Colonel, Captain Cunningham,
Lieutenant-Colonel, and Captain Shepard, Major.

On the 12th of July, after being in reserve somewhat over three weeks,
during which we had been called upon twice to reinforce the 2d and 6th
Corps lines, we were ordered into the trenches, and began our life in
the bomb proofs. Our first term of service there extended from July
12th to August 16th, a continuous period of five weeks, and must have
been experienced to be fully realized.

In order to give the reader an idea of what a bomb proof is, we will
describe the method of its construction. First, a hole is dug in
the ground, which, of necessity, when in front of an active enemy,
must be done under cover of darkness; this hole is perhaps four or
five feet deep, providing the ground is not too wet; then the top
is roofed over with logs of wood held up by cross timbers; then the
earth which has been dug out is thrown over the logs, which makes
the whole comparatively water-tight and proof against solid shot or
shells, such as the enemy seemed to delight in tossing over into our
lines in season and out of season, giving us frequent surprises and
placing some of us _hors du combat_. There were, of course, openings
to these subterranean caverns so that those who were to occupy them
could crawl in and out. The openings were usually not much larger
than was needed for a man comfortably to get in and out, and had an
adjustable log to cover the major portion of the aperture, so arranged
that it could be moved on and off at pleasure. This entrance was
left on the side opposite the enemy, so that direct shots could not
penetrate it, the only danger on that side being from shells exploded
among the bomb proofs casting their fragments through the doorways
into our underground domiciles. This would, after all, occasionally
occur, sometimes arousing a sleeping soldier with a summons to another
world. If one could choose the ground where he would locate such an
underground mansion, he might make it a dry and comfortable abode, and
one that would be comparatively healthy; but the ground assigned to the
32d was a clay soil, rather springy, where in many places two feet of
excavation brought us to water, therefore a part of the domicile had to
be above ground; and this was protected by inclined timbers, built like
a lean-to, with a palisade front to make it proof against the ordinary
shot and shell.

There were many exciting scenes and occurrences among the bomb proofs.
Occasionally, in the middle of the night, a solid shot or a shell would
come singing through the air and pounce down on one of the huts where
half-a-dozen soldiers were dozing away, and the shock would startle
them so that for a short time they would hardly know whether it was an
earthquake or an attack by the enemy, but finding that the roof had
not fallen in, and seeing no danger at hand, they would usually turn
over and resume their slumbers.

Within these huts we were obliged to pass our time when off duty and,
as would be naturally expected, they proved a fruitful source of
sickness.

Many of our men, delirious with malarial fever, were sent from the bomb
proofs to the hospital, where they were dosed, first with a medicine
composed largely of spirits of turpentine, next with strong acids, and
then with quinine and spirituous liquors. If there is anything that
will take the conceit out of a man in a short space of time, it is this
malarial fever when it gets a good hold. It is wonderfully tenacious
in its grip when once it does get hold, leaving the strong man when it
must, but never leaving the weak man while the breath of life remains
in him.

On Saturday the 30th of July, the Burnside mine as it was called, was
exploded, but the result was hardly what had been hoped and expected.
There was indeed a great panic among the enemy, but the advance
obtained for our lines was inconsiderable, and the fear of similar
incidents was not confined to the rebel troops. Men thought and some
spoke of possible counter-mines, and to the dangers of war which had
become in some degree familiar, there was now added another and an
unpleasant possibility--of an irresistible explosion from beneath; one
which bayonets could not repel, and from which our bomb proofs could
afford no protection. Confined to unhealthy caves when not exposed to
more palpable dangers, deprived of opportunity for wholesome exercise
and limited by the circumstances in the range of our diet, wearied by
excitement and worn down by constant new alarms, it is no wonder that
our numbers decreased nor that men were despondent.

Scarcely a day passed that some were not killed or wounded, and
sickness was more effective than gunpowder in sending men to the rear
or putting them out of the fight.

Our second tour of duty in the trenches was from the 1st to the 3d of
September,--but it was in a drier place, and we suffered comparatively
little.

Five weeks in the bomb proofs depleted the Regiment as much as any
whole campaign in the field had done before, and it was with glad
hearts that we received the order to give place to a relieving force.

Surgeon Faxon of the 32d was placed in command of the hospital of the
5th corps, near City Point, and when the army had settled down to
the siege of Petersburg, Mrs. Faxon was ordered to the front, and a
description of the hospital and of hospital life from her point of view
will not be uninteresting.




XIX.

_OUR CORPS HOSPITAL._


It was a bright, warm, September afternoon in 1864, when the hospital
transport, on which I was a passenger, loosed from the Seventh street
landing in Washington and steamed away down the Potomac and out into
Chesapeake Bay. So long as daylight lasted there were many objects of
interest to occupy my eyes and thoughts, and when night closed in,
finding that sleep would be an impossibility in the stifling heat of
a state-room, I willingly resigned myself to the idea of passing the
night on deck, for the sky was cloudless, and the full moon shone on
the wide expanse of quiet waters.

The next afternoon we were steaming up the James River, under wooded
banks, by neglected fields, past deserted plantations. Here and there
might be seen some great homestead such as Carter’s, which had escaped
destruction, standing patriarchally among its <DW64> quarters and
numerous outbuildings, but even these few were evidently deserted and
desolate.

About sunset, having passed Harrison’s Landing, we seemed to be
approaching some great mart of trade, so varied and bustling was the
scene which presented itself to us. Beyond the masts and rigging, and
the smoke stacks and steam of the water craft, were seen groups of
tents, long ranges of whitewashed barracks, log-huts and shanties of
every shape bearing the signs of sutlers and licensed traders. Among
these were moving uniformed soldiers and officers, on foot and mounted,
<DW64>s driving mule teams, <DW64>s leading mules or driving ambulances
drawn by mules, sentries on duty and detachments relieving guard, and
over all flags flying gaily. This was City Point, and such the busy
bustling life of the place which was the base of supplies for the army.

Landing at a wooden pier, I and my luggage were loaded into an
ambulance. Driving past General Grant’s attractive quarters, by what
must have been pleasant homes, now occupied for army purposes, through
what had been avenues of noble trees, which were now rows of stumps,
two miles over a rough road brought me to the depot hospital of the 5th
corps.

A broad drive-way led to the headquarters’ tents, in front of which
a sentinel was on duty. Three hospital tents, each 15x17 feet, were
arranged, opening into each other, and furnished as office, parlor, and
bedroom. In front was an arbor-like enclosure made of green reversible
blinds--probably borrowed from some “mansion”--which gave to one inside
an agreeable seclusion. The furniture consisting of sofa, chairs,
tables, mantel, hanging shelves, bureau, wardrobe, and washstand,
was made of soft, unpainted, unvarnished pine of rude construction.
Cushions were made of army blankets, and the bed, with its linen
counterpane and sheets looked tempting. The tents were floored and in
each was an open fire-place with broad hearth-stone, which I hope did
not come from the cemetery near by.

Dinner, an elaborate meal of several courses, was speedily served in
a neighboring tent, and bore witness to what might be accomplished
by culinary skill, combined with a few pans and a stove, in a space
four feet square. We were hardly seated when, at what proved to be its
accustomed hour, a band commenced to discourse a programme of excellent
music. Thus cheerfully my life on the Appomattox began.

The broad drive by which I had entered the camp was the street upon
which were quartered all the officers, the assistant surgeons occupying
tents on the same line with ours and on each side.

At right angles to this were streets formed by the tents of the
patients, nurses, and servants. The central street, directly opposite
the headquarters, was wider than the others, and in the middle of it
was the dispensary. Three tents, 15x17 each, opening one into another,
extended from street to street. In each tent were six beds, by each
of which a little table held basin and towel. Along the front of the
tents were plank walks, and above on a framework of posts and rails
were spread branches of trees to furnish shelter from the sun. Across
the farther end of the streets were the mess tents, seven in number,
supplied with tables, etc., for the meals of the convalescents. Beyond
them was the diet kitchen, five tents, and behind them the quarters of
the cooks. On one border of the hospital camp were the tents for the
nurses (soldiers) and for the Sanitary Commission, and at the opposite
extremity, under a group of persimmon trees, were accommodations
for the military guard of one hundred men. In one corner was the
property room--a log-house in which, carefully arranged, labelled, and
registered, were the effects of those who died, and on the outer limit
were the <DW64> quarters, stables, etc.

In the rear of our street and parallel to it was another, through which
a railroad track was laid, and there, after a battle, I have seen many
car-loads of wounded men brought in, lying on the floors of rough
cars, into which they had been loaded from the field of action. All
grimy with the heat, dust and wounds of battle, they were placed upon
stretchers, and by the convalescents and nurses were carried to the
dainty beds. They were first washed and put to bed, then supplied with
food and drink, then visited by the surgeons, assistants, and nurses.

The arrangements for cooking were, of course, upon a very large scale.
Huge coppers were used for boiling, and brick ovens for baking. In one
of the latter three barrels of beans could be cooked for the Sunday
dinner.

A little Scotch woman, Miss Duncan, was in charge of this diet kitchen,
having a number of men under her direction; no time was frittered
away, a perfect system was maintained, and the men submitted meekly to
her despotic sway. I have seen a six-foot man rush for sand and mop, to
erase an accidental spot of grease before it should be discovered by
her sharp eyes. Everything under her _régime_ was a miracle of neatness
and economy. The pans were kept shining and arranged in regular order
on the shelves, and the store-room was dazzlingly neat. The smallest
number of rations issued from her kitchen was 5,000 per diem, and she
has sent out as many as 15,000 in one day. Nothing was wasted; the
surgeon was bright enough to secure beef of the best quality, and even
hoofs and tails supplied fine jelly and excellent soups, and what could
not be used directly was sent to feed the swine at the piggery.

The <DW64> camp was filled with families of contrabands who had found
their way within our lines. These were served with rations, and drawn
upon for such assistance as they were competent to give. The women
washed for the hospital, and the men did all sorts of rough work.
Sleeping from ten to thirty in one tent, they lived by day out of
doors, and <DW64>s of all ages and all colors basked in the sun or
hugged the fires, or rolled about in the dirt. Many of the children
came in with only one article of clothing, and that very commonly was a
coffee bag with a hole for the head to go through. One old woman said
that she came in because she had heard that “the champagne was a-goan
to open.” Rough as they fared to our eyes, it was evident they had
never lived in such sybaritic luxury before.

Every part of the extensive camp was swept daily; neatness was the
order everywhere. The precision and beauty of the routine, and the
exactness which followed discipline, spoiled me for civil life at home
afterward, for I craved that system, punctuality, and order which
cannot be found except under military rule.

Passing down the walks in front of the patients’ tents, their thin
white faces claimed one’s pity, but there was comfort in seeing here,
within hearing of the droning voice of the cannon and the tearing sound
of musketry, that the victims of the battle found a quiet place to
rest, where, lying in the soft air and bounteous sunlight, carefully
nursed and daintily fed, their wounds might be healed and their ills
abated before they were again to be plunged into the chaos of war.

In the winter many of the tents were replaced by log houses, and some
of these became charming cottages, having many conveniences. Around my
house was a little garden with a tiny fence, and oats were sown in the
beds to form ornamented borders, in which all the corps badges were
represented.

But with the spring all this was to disappear; the army moving forward
to final victory, and the _impedimenta_ like myself, going back to
civil or civilized tameness in the cold North. But even now I have but
to shut my eyes as my neighbor, the old army bugler, practices the
calls in the clear winter air, and again returns the memory of those
days.




XX.

_ABOUT PETERSBURG._


Such portions of the army as were not stationed in the trenches were
called upon frequently to repel attacks, and occasionally were sent out
on expeditions to destroy railroads, or otherwise to interfere with the
enemy’s supplies, and to weaken his lines. One of these was the action
on the Weldon railroad, August 18th, in which we lost thirteen men.
Another led to the battle of Peeble’s Farm, September 30th, 1864.

The expeditionary force was composed of the 5th and 9th Corps, and
the movement was as usual off to the left. After marching three miles
our brigade was in front of Fort McRee, and the men were ordered to
lie down in the edge of a piece of woods until the remainder of the
attacking force could be posted. The 32d Massachusetts was directly in
front of the fort, the 4th Michigan on the right, and on the left a
brigade of new troops, which however took no part in the attack.

It was about three o’clock in the afternoon when the order for the
advance was given, and we moved out into an open field, finding
ourselves, perhaps half a mile distant from the fort and the line of
the breastworks of the enemy. Their batteries opened upon us promptly,
but old soldiers know that it is not the great guns that are most to be
feared, and our line moved steadily on until it came within rifle range
of the rebel works and the small arms began their deadly work; then
the order for double quick was given and the men, sure that the faster
they moved the less was their risk, dashed forward with alacrity and in
a few moments closed upon the lines of the enemy. Colonel Edmands in
this charge was disabled by a wound in his leg below the knee. Colonel
Welch, of the 4th Michigan, while in the act of urging his horse over
the first defences, fell mortally wounded upon the breastworks.

The first to mount the earthworks was a captain of “ours“; he stood
long enough to swing his sword above his head and shouted “come on
boys, we’ve got ‘em”--then dropped inside closely followed by two other
officers; one of them had jumped the ditch and the other having jumped
into it, scrambled out with the assistance of his men. When these three
officers with one soldier mounted the parapet, its defenders were still
firing, but when they were inside, the fort was captured. Surrounded by
our troops, they knew that if four men could get in in spite of them,
the rest would follow, and soldiers quickly learn to know when the day
is lost and to submit gracefully to the misfortune of war. In the fort
we made forty prisoners, of whom eighteen were officers, and captured
one piece of artillery--minus the horses--which the gunners managed to
cut loose and run away, although not without a struggle.

As we gained these the first of their works, the enemy retired to his
second line of defences and the prisoners being speedily secured, we
pushed on with the rest to the attack. At the inner line there was some
close work where bayonets and butts of rifles came into use, but there
was no great resistance, for the enemy were badly demoralized and our
chief interest centered in an effort to capture one of their colors.
The bearer was a tall and vigorous man, but one of our comrades, a
gallant young fellow, grappled the bearer and secured the flag. Just
as he turned to escape with his prize, one of the rebels with a musket
tripped our man, who fell, still clinging to the staff, but at the same
moment the stalwart standard-bearer grasped the flag, broke the lance
and bore away his flag, leaving the northman only the wrong end of the
stick.

After carrying the second line, our division was halted and left
resting on their arms while the 9th Corps passed into the front and
followed the routed forces. They were however soon met by a force which
proved too strong for them, and after a short struggle were in their
turn driven backward, losing all that they had gained and threatening
to cause confusion in the whole line, but our General (Griffin, called
“old Griff” for short) seeing the danger and having unlimited faith in
his command, threw the division into the pathway of the rebels, now
flushed with hope of final victory, and with a few volleys checked
them and turned the tide again; darkness closed upon the fight and the
field was ours. We called the battle that of Peeble’s farm, because it
was fought upon the lands of General and Colonel Peebles, two officers
of the Confederate army. The fort was afterward named Fort Welch in
honor of the gallant Colonel who had baptized it with his blood.

After the fort was captured and the men disarmed, the fight raged for
a time along the line, and the Confederate prisoners huddled together
under the breastworks for protection from the missiles which were still
uncomfortably numerous, and which they had no further occasion to brave.

While thus situated, a large number of men of our brigade swarmed in
at the entrance of the fort, and one of their officers, a captain of a
Maine regiment, rushing up to a squad of the prisoners, pistol in hand,
fired, shooting one of them in the head. It is charitable to presume
that the captain was blinded with the excitement of the fight, but he
narrowly escaped a similar fate himself before his brother officers
hurried him away; and it is likely he may never forget the shouts of
opprobrium and the epithets of ignominy which the deed provoked from
the Union men who witnessed his cowardly or reckless act.

When the battle commenced, and as we moved to the assault, the brigade
of new troops which was posted on our left was deployed to protect that
flank, and no doubt thought that their time had come. The roar of
the battle was in their ears, and the sight of killed and maimed was
before their eyes for the first time, and as is commonly the case with
raw men at such times, they did not set much store on property; and so
finding themselves cumbered with well-crammed knapsacks and new and
heavy overcoats, they threw them off to improve their fighting trim. As
the veterans came out of the fight and saw such wealth scattered about,
no doubt some of them seized the occasion to better themselves, by
exchanging old for new, and for some days afterwards the new men were
apt to claim as their own every new overcoat worn by any of our men;
but in the army the fashions of dress are so similar that it is not
easy to see any difference between one man’s coat and another’s, and so
our Johnny Raws had to put their losses down to the debit of experience
account and draw new clothing for that “lost in battle.”

The experience of this day was a very cheering one to the troops
engaged; we had had our enemy “on the hip” and kept him trotting, and
we felt that it might be what indeed it proved--the beginning of a
chase which should tire him in the end.

The 9th Massachusetts Regiment did not reënlist, and when their three
years’ term of service expired, their reënlisted men and late recruits
were transferred to the 32d. On the 26th of October the enlisted men
of the 18th and 22d, whose time of service did not expire with that
of their regiments, were also added to our battalion, increasing
its numbers so largely as to require the organization of two new
companies, L and M, the officers for which were transferred with the
men. Thus the Regiment was now composed of twelve companies, and its
parades exhibited a front which two years before would have been
respectable for a brigade.

By general orders of October 26th, a reorganization of our division was
effected, by which we were transferred to the third brigade, which was
then composed entirely of veteran regiments.

On the 6th of December, 1864, we were, as we supposed, established in
winter quarters, on the Jerusalem plank road, in a dry and healthy
location, when orders came for a movement, and we regretfully abandoned
our improvements and took up a line of march along the plank road.

We marched three miles that afternoon and bivouacked by the wayside.
The next morning, early, we started again toward our destination, of
which we knew nothing, except that our haversack rations meant three
days of absence, and the forty rounds in our cartridge boxes implied
no expectation of big fighting. After marching twelve miles the
command was massed at the bank of the Nottoway River, which we crossed
about midnight and yet moved on. At daylight we were at Sussex Court
House, and at three in the afternoon reached what proved to be our
objective--the line of the Weldon Railroad, five miles from Jarratt’s
Station.

Here we rested until dark, when the men were ranged out along the
railway and set to work to destroy it. First the rails were removed;
then the sleepers were taken up, piled and fired; when the rails,
laid across the burning ties, were heated so as to be pliable, they
were doubled and twisted in such manner that they could not be relaid
unless rerolled. Then the same operation was repeated on another length
of track until several miles in all were ruined. It was a long day’s
work, and we bivouacked the second night along the road-bed, making our
coffee at the smouldering fires.

On the 10th we started on the return march, and although it was raining
and very muddy, we made twenty miles that day, reaching a bivouac near
Sussex Court House. The next day we passed over the Nottoway, and
on the 12th reached the Jerusalem road, and went into camp within a
half-mile of the spot we had left to make the excursion which has been
described. Here again we built dug-outs and huts, in which we were
allowed to remain until the early spring.

On the return march the men did considerable foraging on their own
account. A goose, a chicken, a turkey or duck, seemed to be a part of
the men’s equipment. One squad captured a little pony, harnessed him to
a sulky, and loaded the sulky with their knapsacks and live stock. One
man appeared under a stove-pipe hat, but it didn’t wear well. At night,
sweet potatoes, sorghum molasses, and apple-jack, were abundant in the
camp.

Our enlisted men were not apt to be damaged by the over-supply of
spirituous liquors. The sale of them was strictly forbidden, and when
a sutler was detected as implicated in the trade, his entire stock of
all kinds of merchandise was confiscated, and in some cases distributed
among the near-by soldiers.

Whiskey was used as a medicine, but its value as such is problematical.
As a restorative for men exhausted by labor or by battle, it has, no
doubt, a good effect, but it should not be given until the work is done
or the battle fought. It would have been a great advantage to the army
if the commissioned officers had not been able to obtain supplies, for
Dutch courage is a poor substitute for the real thing, and a clear head
is even more important to him who commands than to him who has only to
obey.

On the Weldon Railroad expedition, some of the men, by a mysterious
instinct, discovered several barrels of apple-jack which had been
concealed under a stack of hay, and many of the canteens were filled
with spirit by the soldiers as they passed. Several of these, overcome
by their potations, fell out of the line of our outward march, and
probably to sleep off the fumes, stretched themselves out upon the
broad veranda of a planter’s house. On the return march they were found
there with their throats cut--dead--and the murder was avenged by the
burning of the house. No doubt many more suffered for their excess by
imprisonment in Southern barracoons.

The New Year of 1865 found the Regiment in log huts near the Jerusalem
plank-road, a mile in the rear of our works before Petersburg, on
swampy ground. The two wings of the battalion alternated in fatigue
duty, building, extending, or strengthening works, the labor continuing
day and night.

Suddenly on the afternoon of February 4, 1865, orders came to move
the next morning (Sunday), at daylight. The general impression was
that there was to be another raid on the railroad connections of the
enemy, and the camp huts were left standing. At daylight on the 5th,
the column started and sunset found us near to Nottoway Court House.
We were ordered out on picket, but were recalled about midnight and
marched until dawn, when we were at Hatcher’s run--the point where that
stream is crossed by the Vaughn road.

The day before, the 2d Corps had been engaged with the enemy here,
and the 32d was posted in some rifle pits on the further side of the
Run, out of which the rebel forces had been driven. Our Regiment was
the extreme right of the 5th Corps, and on its right connected with
the left of the 2d Corps across the stream. About 2 o’clock P. M.,
Crawford’s division advanced from the left, moved across our front
and encountered the enemy; two hours later our brigade was put in by
General Warren to fill a gap in Crawford’s line, and the contest was
sharp until about dusk, when the onset of a fresh body of the enemy
drove back Crawford’s command in some confusion. The locality of the
action was in a thick wood of pines where we could not see to any great
distance, and as our part of the line held on, we found ourselves
with the 155th Pennsylvania quite alone and flanked on both sides. It
required considerable coolness and some sharp fighting to enable us
to get back to the original line of battle, and our losses in doing
so were heavy--74 in killed, wounded, and missing; included in which
number was Major Shepard, who was made prisoner while commanding the
brigade line of skirmishers, and Captain Bowdlear severely wounded. The
action we named that of Dabney’s Mills.

Until the 11th we remained in the same position. The weather was very
cold and stormy, and the enemy’s artillery at times very annoying, but
no infantry attack was made. On the 11th the corps changed its line
slightly, and we soon had a camp more comfortable than that we left on
the Jerusalem road. Here we remained digging and picketing until we
started out on the final campaign.

In the action of the 6th, Major Shepard commanded the skirmish line
in front of our brigade. When Crawford advanced across our front, the
pickets became useless and the Major proceeded to call them in and to
join the brigade. While marching to the left, as he supposed in the
rear of the Union line of battle, he happened into the gap which had
just been made in Crawford’s command by a Confederate charge, and he
suddenly found himself in the rear of the enemy; at the same moment he
was struck in the head by a musket ball, which had just force enough
to stretch him senseless on the ground. The Major recovered to find
himself an object of interest to a half-dozen rebel stragglers, one
of whom exchanged hats with him, another borrowed his nice overcoat,
while others contented themselves with his various equipments. Perhaps
Shepard did not recover full consciousness until the moment when one of
the plunderers ordered him to take off and yield up his boots. But this
was the feather too much. Those boots were new, elegant, and costly,
and the Major made a stand in and for them, replying to all threats
by the declaration that they couldn’t have the boots, and that he
preferred death to the loss of them.

How the affair might have ended we cannot say, had not an officer
appeared in sight, to whom the Major formally surrendered himself; but
thereupon the stragglers left him with his boots and his life to boot,
and both have given him much contentment since that day.




XXI.

_THE LAST CAMPAIGN._


The month of March is really a spring month in the latitude of southern
Virginia, and out of the attending frosts and thaws, storms, mists, and
bright days which make up the winter there, we had come to the time
when the buds were breaking out into greenness, and when even within
sound of the great guns, the venturesome birds would sing the lays of
spring.

The whole army was inspired with the feeling that the last campaign was
about to open, and that the triumph of the Union cause must be at hand.

For six weeks we had been established in our huts, when on the 29th day
of March, early in the morning, we bade good-bye to our village camp,
and with the 5th Corps moved out to the rear and left. The weather
was warm and as the march proceeded, personal property in the way of
clothing, which had been valuable in the winter season, and convenient
in the camp, began to increase in weight and to decrease rapidly in
value. As the men realized that we were off this time in earnest, they
began to shed their surplus clothing. The roads were difficult and
the march toilsome. At every halt loads were lightened, and spare
blankets, overcoats, shelters, etc., strewed the line of march, until
by nightfall all were in light marching trim.

In the absence of Colonel Edmunds, disabled by sickness, and Major
Shepard, prisoner of war, the Regiment to the end of the campaign
was commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Cunningham, assisted by Captain
Bancroft as acting major.

The direction of our march finally led us toward the Boydtown
plank-road, near which in the afternoon the 1st and 2d brigades of our
division became hotly engaged, and ours (the 3d,) was put in position
in a low, level, and swampy field. During the night it set in to rain
with that ease and abundance which seems to be characteristic of the
climate, and we passed a thoroughly uncomfortable night, during which
men thought regretfully of the blankets and rubber sheets which they
had thrown away during the previous day.

Through Thursday the 30th the rain continued, but about noon the 32d
was deployed in front as skirmishers, with orders to feel for the
enemy--feeling for him in the sloppy weather, we found him behind some
log breastworks, from which we rooted him out and pushed him a short
distance backward. But the enemy in his turn got to be pressing, and
our ammunition becoming scarce, we were in our turn pushed back to our
starting point. The Confederates even charged the line of our corps,
but were repulsed with considerable loss.

Late in the afternoon, with replenished cartridge boxes, we reoccupied
the log breastworks, and being ordered to feel forward again, did so.
This time it was a fort and an open field with too much artillery for
comfort, but we got up close, burrowed, and held on. It seems that we
had reached around to the extreme right of Lee’s line of works for
the defence of Petersburg, and hereafter we were to be free of these
inconvenient obstructions to our way.

Friday, March 31st, at 5 A. M., we were relieved by the 2d Corps, and
moved off again to the left, where General Warren posted the divisions
of his corps, in _echelon_ a little west of the Boydtown road. The
ground, owing to the long rain, was in a condition very unfavorable to
any movement, and our formation was hardly completed when the 2d and 3d
divisions, (Crawford’s and Ayer’s,) were attacked and driven back with
some loss, but our division (the 1st,) held its position, and the 2d
and 3d coming into line with us, the whole corps, preceded by a strong
skirmish line, again advanced and pressed the rebels hard.

Captain Lauriat commanding four companies of the 32d was in the line of
skirmishers, and seized the opportunity, as the lines closed, to draw
off on the flank, and through a bit of wood got into the rear of the
enemy’s skirmishers and stampeded them. So rapid was our advance that
at one spot we captured the enemy’s dinner of bacon, as also a number
of guns in stacks.

Our corps was now the extreme left of the Union army. Sheridan, with
the cavalry, was farther to the left, but entirely detached; he had
been attacked and pretty roughly handled, and considerable alarm
was felt for his safety. During the afternoon our brigade, under
Colonel Pearson, of the 155th Pennsylvania, was sent out to the left
to reconnoitre and, if possible, to reinforce Sheridan. Entirely
surrounded by skirmishers the brigade moved off to the left, but,
although constantly gaining ground, their movement was so retarded
by the brisk resistance of the enemy’s skirmishers, that it was dusk
before he was driven over Gravelly Run, and the next morning we learned
that Sheridan was all right.

April 1st, 1865.--Before eight o’clock this morning the 5th Corps was
again in connection with the cavalry Corps, and both were placed under
the orders of General Sheridan. In fact, for the ensuing eight days, we
became a sort of foot cavalry--if there be any such arm known to the
service.

It was afternoon before there seemed to be any real resistance to our
onward progress, but then there was the sound of heavy firing in front,
and we soon came upon what was to be the field of the battle of Five
Forks. The cavalry, dismounted, were sharply prodding the enemy with
artillery and carbines, and the 5th Corps was brought up and formed on
their right, and pushed rapidly forward.

We found no enemy in our front, but soon discovered that we had passed
beyond the line of his formation; whereupon, by a wheel to the left
and a rapid dash, we came in upon his flank and rear, surprising,
overwhelming, and entirely routing his forces, more than one-half of
whom were made prisoners. The fighting was sharp but short, and our
success complete.

It is impossible to overrate the exhilaration of the men in and after
this action. With small loss to themselves, they had taken four or
five thousand prisoners, and the ground was strewn with the arms and
equipments which the enemy had thrown away in his hasty attempt at
flight. The feeling was general that now, at last, the superior numbers
and power of the North were beginning to tell, the days of digging and
burrowing were over, and the day of triumph near at hand.

That night, by order of General Sheridan, General Warren was relieved,
and General Griffin (our “Old Griff“) was placed in command of the
5th Corps. It is not easy to see what default in duty could have been
ascribed to Warren, and it is probable that the real explanation of the
change was merely Sheridan’s preference or partiality for Griffin, who
was patterned more after Sheridan’s taste.

That night, too, Colonel Cunningham was placed in command of a brigade
of skirmishers, consisting of one regiment from each brigade in the 1st
Division, with orders to deploy them at eight o’clock the next morning,
and advance directly west. The 32d was, of course, one of these
regiments, and its command devolved upon Captain Bancroft.

April 2d, Sunday.--Promptly at eight o’clock, while the dull muttering
of the great guns told us of the last struggle far away in front of
Petersburg, Cunningham deployed his brigade of skirmishers under
the eye of General Sheridan, and we moved on, up hill and down dale,
for the most part through a region covered with woods and but little
inhabited.

Moving west, as ordered, we came at 11 A. M. to the South Side
Railroad, where we captured a train filled with wounded and sick
Confederates, and also gobbled up a large number of sound rebels and
quantities of army stores, and then pressed on, still westward, for two
miles farther.

From women and from our prisoners, information was obtained to the
effect that the remains of two divisions of the enemy had passed in
this direction on their retreat from Five Forks, and also that General
Lee, with the Army of Virginia, was then moving out of Petersburg
and heading towards the south; and, indeed, we could plainly see the
clouds of dust which marked their line of march. This information was
communicated to General Sheridan, but at 4 P. M. we were drawn back
to the railroad and thence marched eight miles in the direction of
Petersburg, and there bivouacked for the night.

The next five days were occupied in a most exciting chase. Sheridan’s
command, consisting of the 5th Corps and the cavalry, entirely detached
from the army, was hastening to bar Lee’s line of retreat. On the 3d
and 4th we marched twenty miles each day; abandoned wagons, forges,
guns, and caissons were seen quite frequently. By our seizing the
railway at Jettersville on the 4th, Lee lost the only railroad line by
which his escape could be facilitated. On the 8th we marched all the
day and half of the night to bivouac near Pamplin’s Station, on the
South Side Railroad.

Sunday morning, April 9th, 1865, Lee made a last and desperate attempt
to escape by cutting his way through the lines of the cavalry. We
broke camp after only two hours rest, and after three hours of
forced marching in the direction of brisk artillery firing, came up
to the right and rear of the cavalry, who had been pressed back for
some distance by Lee’s attack. At the sight of the bayonets of our
approaching corps the Confederates ceased their attempt, and withdrew
to their lines of the morning.

It was the good fortune of the 32d Regiment to be that day at the head
of the column. The day was fine but not uncomfortably warm; the men in
the best of spirits, fully imbued with the feeling that the end was
near. In this our last fight the conditions were unusually favorable
for infantry movements, the country rolling but open, and covered with
grassy turf.

A change of direction to the right brought us out of the road and into
an open field of pasture-land which rose before us on a gentle <DW72>
for nearly half a mile. Entering this field, and without a halt, the
Regiment formed column of companies, then formed divisions, and then
deployed on the rear division. No battalion movement was ever executed
more precisely or with lines better dressed. Waiting a moment for the
other regiments of the brigade to complete their formation, we saw
before us the swell of land on which we stood, and beyond, on higher
ground, the enemy’s artillery, with infantry supports, in line of
battle. It was a glorious sight--the beauty of the spring morning--the
gentle movement of the air--the rich garniture of green which
everywhere clad the view--all were exhilarating, while the universal
conviction that the enemy, now in full sight, was also within our
power, inspired the men with such enthusiasm as made every man to feel
himself invincible.

Soon came the order, “Forward.” The colors never came more promptly to
the front, and the right and left general guides fairly sprang to their
positions. The enemy being in full sight no skirmishers preceded us.
The advance was made under a sharp artillery fire, the men stepping out
with a full thirty-six inch stride. The enemy’s front line was slowly
falling back. At the summit of the rising ground, where we received
a few stray rifle shots, we could see that the ground fell off for
perhaps six hundred yards, to where a little stream--one of the head
waters of the Appomattox--ran winding along. Here, just as we expected
to receive the volleys of the enemy, his firing suddenly ceased, and a
halt was ordered.

Colonel Cunningham, through his field-glass, seeing what seemed to be
a flag of truce in our front, took the adjutant with him, and, putting
spurs to their horses, they dashed forward, and soon met a mounted
officer attended by an orderly, bearing a small white flag upon a
staff. This officer announced himself as one of General Lee’s staff,
and said that he was the bearer of a message to General Grant with a
view to surrender. The flag was duly reported, and very soon an officer
representing General Grant appeared, and the colonel and adjutant
retired.

Soon the expected surrender of Lee was known through all our lines, and
the hearts of all were joyous and gay--perfectly so, except for a shade
of regret that we could not have finished a fight which promised so
well for us.

The two commanding generals met about eleven o’clock in a small house
a little way off to our right and front. Our corps was in line by
divisions closed in mass, the orders being to keep the men well in
hand; but the general talk was that the war was over, and that we
should soon turn the heads of our columns north.

At 2.30 P. M. we knew that the surrender was a fact, and that it would
be officially promulgated at 4 P. M.

Meantime was a season of general and heartfelt mutual congratulations,
during which it was noticed that General Gregory’s brigade was forming
square, off on the near hillside, and several officers of our brigade
mounted and rode over to see what was going on.

Brigadier-General Gregory had a gift for prayer and speech, and also
a resonant voice. From the centre of his square he made a rousing
good speech of congratulation, and then, calling to prayer, commenced
a hearty thanksgiving to God for the success which had attended our
arms, and for the reasonable hope of an early return to peaceful homes.

Just then, miles away to our left, a detachment of General Fitz Hugh
Lee’s cavalry, having sighted a Union supply train--being very hungry
and not knowing of the truce, pitched into the escort with artillery
and carbines, and the boom, boom, boom of his guns smote upon the
ear of Gregory. The general ceased abruptly, listened, and again
boom, boom, boom came the sound well known to his practiced ear, and
then again his voice rang out: “Never mind the rest, men--reduce
square--form brigade line;” and in three minutes all were ready for
action.

The official order came at four o’clock, and after a pretty lively
evening we were glad to be at rest in bivouac.

April 10th.--A very quiet, restful day; the officers and men of the
two armies making and returning visits. The officers of our Regiment,
with others of the division, attended General Chamberlain in calls of
courtesy upon General Lee and other officers of the surrendered forces.
The Confederates were entirely out of rations and, although we were
also short by reason of our rapid advance and the woful condition of
the roads, our men readily assented to divide the contents of their
haversacks with the soldiers who had so long been their enemy, and
throughout the day the officers and men of the two armies were to be
seen thoroughly commingled. Confederate States currency was to be had
by the bushel.

April 11th was the day appointed for the formal surrender of the arms.
General Chamberlain, commanding our division, was detailed in charge of
the ceremony, and our brigade was ordered to receive the arms of the
rebel infantry.

At 9 A. M. the brigade was formed in line on a road leading from our
camp to that of the Confederates, its right in the direction of the
latter. The 32d Massachusetts was the extreme right of the brigade. The
Confederate troops came up by brigades at route step, arms-at-will.
In some regiments the colors were rolled tightly to the staff, but
in others the bearers flourished them defiantly as they marched. As
they approached our line, our men stood at shouldered arms, the lines
were carefully dressed, and eyes front; seeing which, and appreciating
the compliment implied, some of the enemy’s brigadiers closed up
their ranks, and so moved along our front with their arms at the
shoulder. Their files marched past until their right reached to our
left, when they halted, fronted facing us, stacked their arms, hung
their accoutrements upon the rifles, and then the colorbearer of each
regiment laid his colors across the stacks, and the brigade, breaking
to its rear, gave room for the next to come up in its place, and each
successive brigade observed the same order of proceeding, upon the same
ground.

As the first brigade moved away, a detail of our men took the stacks
as they stood, and moved them up nearer to our line, and the arms from
the stacks of each succeeding brigade were taken by the same detail
and piled around the first stacks; so that when the ceremony was ended
there was but one line of stacks, with the equipments and colors
hanging or lying thereupon.

Throughout the whole our men behaved nobly--not only was there no
cheering or exultation, but there was, on the contrary, a feeling of
deep soldierly sympathy for their gallant enemy, which evinced itself
in respectful silence, and this conduct was appreciated and warmly
commended by many of the rebel officers.

It was 4 P. M. before the surrender was completed, and the rest of the
day and evening was given up to jovial congratulations among ourselves.

After the surrender we were employed for some days in guarding the
railroads and public property; and then started for Washington; which
we reached by easy marches, and on the 12th of May pitched our last
camp on Arlington Heights. With the Army of the Potomac we passed in
review before the President, on the 22d of May, and on the 29th of
June started for home. At Philadelphia and again at Providence we were
refreshed by the hospitality of the citizens, and about noon of July
1st we arrived in Boston, marching directly to the Common, where the
men were furloughed until the 6th.

On the 6th of July the command again assembled on Boston Common, and
proceeded to Gallops Island, where, on the 11th July, 1865, it was paid
off and mustered out of service, and the 32d Massachusetts Infantry was
no more.

Only a narrow strip of water in the bay divides the two islands where
were passed its first days and its last.

It was a noble battalion, one which won alike the compliments of its
generals, and the confidence of its associate regiments. No officer’s
life was ever sacrificed because of any want of steadiness of the men,
and more than once they executed tactical movements under fire, in a
manner that would have been creditable if done on parade. During and
since the war great _esprit du corps_ has been characteristic of its
soldiers. Many of them have attained to prominence in the walks of
peaceful life, to the great rejoicing of their comrades, and many have
made their final march.--God give them rest in peace.

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The extreme length of service in the Regiment was three years, seven
months, and twenty-five days.

The total number of officers commissioned in the Regiment was 75, of
whom 34 were at one time or another reported among the casualties,
namely:

  Killed or mortally wounded,                     5
  Died of disease contracted in the service,      2
  Wounded and returned to duty,                  17
  Discharged for disability,                     10
                                                 --
      Total.                                     34

The total number of men enlisted was 2,286, of whom 520 were at some
time non-commissioned officers, and 60 received commissions.

There were--

  Killed in battle,                      76
  Died of wounds or disease,            194
  Discharged for disability,            384
                                        ---
      Total loss to the Regiment by
        casualties,                     654

This total does not include the number of men wounded who returned to
duty; nor of those, some 200 more, who died in captivity or by the
roadside in severe marches, who are included in the returns among the
unaccounted for, missing, and deserters.

The number discharged at the expiration of their service was 1,087.

Of the 37 commissioned officers who were included in the final muster
out of the Regiment, all except seven were promoted from the ranks.




ROSTER AT THE EXPIRATION OF SERVICE.


COLONEL:

J. CUSHING EDMANDS, _Brevet Brig. General_.


LIEUTENANT COLONEL:

JAMES A. CUNNINGHAM, _Brevet Brig. General_.


MAJOR:

EDWARD O. SHEPARD, _Brevet Lieut. Colonel_.


ADJUTANT:

CAPTAIN ISAAC F. KINGSBURY.


SURGEON:

SAMUEL W. FLETCHER.


ASSISTANT SURGEON:

JOHN MCGREGOR.


Co. A.

  _Captain_, John E. Tidd.
  _1st Lieut._, Abner E. Drury.
  _2d Lieut._,


Co. B.

  _Captain_, Ambrose Bancroft, _Brevet Major_.
  _1st Lieut._, Joseph P. Robinson.
  _2d Lieut._, William F. Taft.


Co. C.

  _Captain_, Timothy McCartney, _Brevet Major_.
  _1st Lieut._, George A. Batchelder.
  _2d Lieut._, William F. Tuttle.


Co. D.

  _Captain_,
  _1st Lieut._, Loring Burrill, commanding Co.
  _2d Lieut._, Charles N. Gardner.


Co. E.

  _Captain_,
  _1st Lieut._, Stephen C. Phinney, comd’g Co.
  _2nd Lieut._,


Co. F.

  _Captain_, John A. Bowdlear.
  _1st Lieut._, Asa L. Kneeland.
  _2d Lieut._,


Co. G.

  _Captain_, George W. Lauriat, _Brevet Major_.
  _1st Lieut._, Jos. S. Wyman, Capt. not must’d.
  _2d Lieut._, Charles H. Bartlett.


Co. H.

  _Captain_, William E. Reed.
  _1st Lieut._, Augustus A. Coburn.
  _2d Lieut._,


Co. I.

  _Captain_, Isaac W. Smith.
  _1st Lieut._, James H. Clapp.
  _2d Lieut._, James W. King.


Co. K.

  _Captain_, George A. Hall.
  _1st Lieut._, James P. Wade.
  _2d Lieut._,


Co. L.

  _Captain_, James E. March.
  _1st Lieut._, George H. Ackerman.
  _2d Lieut._,


Co. M.

  _Captain_, Charles H. Smith.
  _1st Lieut._, Thomas Coos.
  _2d Lieut._, Lyndon Y. Jenness.


Unattached and not mustered:

  _2d Lieut._, Dwight B. Graves.
  _2d Lieut._, Charles E. Madden.
  _2d Lieut._, Edward Knights.


[Transcriber’s Note:

Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.]





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