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RECOLLECTIONS

LEAVES FROM THE DIARY
OF A YOUNG CONFEDERATE

WITH AN ORATION ON THE MOTIVES AND AIMS
OF THE SOLDIERS OF THE SOUTH

RANDOLPH H. McKIM

LATE 1ST LIEUTENANT AND A. D. C., 3D BRIGADE, JOHNSTON'S
DIVISION, ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA

"QUAEQUE IPSE . . . VIDI"

LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.

FOURTH AVENUE & 30TH STREET, NEW YORK

LONDON, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA

1910

THE . PLIMPTON • PRESS

[ W . D • D]
NORWOOD . MASS • U • S • A.

THE PRIVATE SOLDIERS OF THE
CONFEDERATE ARMIES

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FOREWORD

T HAVE set down in the pages that follow some of
-•• my experiences and observations during my ser
vice with the Army of Northern Virginia, first as a
private soldier, then as a staff officer, and finally as
a chaplain in the field. I served in the ranks under
Gen. Jos. E. Johnston and Gen. Thos. J. Jackson; as
a staff officer under Brigadier-Gen. Geo. H. Steuart
in the army of Gen. R. E. Lee; and as a chaplain in
the Second Virginia Cavalry under Col. Thos. T.
Munford, in the brigade of Gen. Fitzhugh Lee.

It has not been my purpose to write a history of the
campaigns in which I took so humble a part, but simply
to present a few pen and ink sketches of the life and
experience of a Confederate soldier, in the hope that
I may thereby contribute in some small degree to a
better understanding of the spirit of the epoch — both
of the soldiers who fought the battles, and of the
people on whose behalf they dared and suffered what
they did.

In telling this plain and unvarnished story I have
been aided by the diary, or rather the diaries, which
I kept during the war, and from which I have freely
quoted, just as they were written, without recasting
the sentences, or improving the style, or toning down
the sentiments they contain. The thoughts and the
opinions expressed, and the often crude form in which

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they are cast, are just those of a young soldier, jotted
down on the march, or by the camp-fire, or in the quies
cent intervals of battle, without any thought that
they would ever be put into print. This I have done,
believing that I would thus best attain my object,
— to show the mind and the life of the Confederate
soldier as they were while the struggle was going on.
But there was a hiatus in my material. My diary
for the larger part of one of the four years of the war
was lost, and therefore I have omitted those months
from my narrative.

I have also tried to give the point of view of the
young men of the South in espousing the cause of the
Confederacy, and to remove some misapprehensions
still entertained in regard to the motives which ani
mated the men who followed the banner of the South
ern Cross.

In connection with the Gettysburg campaign, I
have undertaken to discuss the much mooted ques
tion of the action of Gen. J. E. B. Stuart, with the cav
alry under his command. This I have felt constrained
to do because of the view (erroneous, as I believe)
presented by Col. John S. Mosby in his recent book
on the subject.

I have also reproduced an article written many years
ago by request, and published in the Southern His
torical Society Magazine, telling the story of the part
taken at Gettysburg by the Third Brigade of John
son's Division, Swell's Corps. And in the Appendix
I have placed an Oration upon the Motives and Aims
of the Soldiers of the South, delivered in 1904 before
the United Confederate Veterans.

Fully sensible how much I stand in need of the

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reader's indulgent good-will as he follows me in this
simple story of an obscure soldier's life in the Army
of Northern Virginia, I still hope that what I have
recorded may, here and there, throw a side-light
on the conditions under which the Confederate soldier
lived and fought those four stern, fateful years, and
give fresh emphasis to his purity of motive and his
heroic constancy in danger and adversity.

One closing word as to the spirit in which I have
undertaken this modest contribution to the literature
of the Civil War. I am not, in these pages, brooding
over the ashes of the past. The soldiers of the South
ern Cross have long ago bowed to the decree of Almighty
God in the issue of the great conflict. His will is wiser
and better than ours. We thank God that to-day
the sun shines on a truly reunited country. We love
our Southland; we are Southern men; but we are glad
that sectionalism is dead and buried, and we claim
our full part in working out the great destiny that
lies before the American people. We may not forget
- we veterans of the Civil War — that the best of
our life and work lies behind us: morituri salutamus.
But whatever of life remains to us we have long ago
dedicated to the service of our common country.
We joyfully accept our share in the responsibilities,
the opportunities, the strenuous conflicts, of the future,
against foes within and without, for the moral and
material glory of our country. We are Americans in
every fibre; and nothing that pertains to the honor, to
the welfare, to the glory, of America is foreign to us.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I ON THE BRINK OF THE MAELSTROM 1

University of Virginia, April, 1861 — Secession flag on
the rotunda — Excitement among the students — Divi
sion of sentiment among the professors — Removal of the
flag — How Virginia was transformed from a Union State
to a Secession State — Bronze memorial tablets in the
rotunda — Great number of alumni in the Confederate
Army — University student military companies ordered
to Harper's Ferry — Visit to Baltimore — Return to Uni
versity — Examination.
II THE CONSTITUTIONAL ISSUE INVOLVED IN THE CIVIL

WAR 11

The question of slavery.

III FIRST EXPERIENCES OF A RAW RECRUIT .... 23

Departure from the University — En route for Balti
more — News of martial law in that city — A letter —
Arrival at Winchester — Decision to enter the army —
Expectation of battle at Darksville — My first dinner in
camp — First Maryland Infantry — Col. George Steu-
art — The forced march from Winchester to Manassas
— Experiences on the march — Letter to my mother —
A letter from home.

IV OUR FIRST BATTLE 34

Six miles at double-quick to the battle field — Charge
of the First Maryland — Victory — General Elzey the
Bliicher of the day — Gen. Kirby Smith — The New
York Zouaves — The rout of the Union Army — Letter
to my mother.
V CAMP LIFE 40

Picket duty — Strict discipline of Colonel Steuart —
Characteristics of the men of the First Maryland— Colonel
Steuart seized by a sentry — Experiences as cook and
wood chopper — A famous apple pie — A loaf of bread
three feet long — Hard drilling — Rash enthusiasm and
its consequence — A letter to my mother — Service at
General Johnston's headquarters — A letter.
VI WINTER QUARTERS, 1861-62 49

Centreville Camp — Approach of winter — Building

huts for winter quarters at Fairfax Station — High

character of the men of our mess — Letter describing

life in our hut — Books read — Subjects discussed —

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Intelligence and education among the rank and file of the
Confederate Army — "Evelina" • — Two ladies visit camp
— Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston — Religious services in
camp.

VII A WINTER FURLOUGH . 62

Confederate armies melting away — Offer of thirty
days furlough for reenlistment — Return to civilization

— Warm welcome everywhere — The Southern people
like one family — Every house the soldier's home — My
numerous relatives — Millwood — Bollingbrooke — The
mischievous boy at the Shenandoah ford — Delights of
the Clarke neighborhood — " Saratoga " — "Carter Hall "

— "New Market " — Michelet — Richmond — Inaugura
tion of President Davis — Fall of Fort Donelson — Rev.
Peyton Harrison — Visit to Brandon — Jamestown Island

— Fredericksburg — Letter to my mother — Charlottes-
yille — Return to camp — State of the country — Relig
ious feeling among the people.

VIII THE OPENING OF THE CAMPAIGN OF 1862 .... 75

McClellan's strategy — Evacuation of Manassas —
On the banks of the Rappahannock — Engagement with
the enemy — Severity of the weather — Hard marching

— A bed of three fence rails — No tents for several
weeks — Severe exposure — Starvation rations — Letter
to my mother — March to Culpeper — To Rapidan and
Orange — Hospitality of the people — Patient fortitude
of the soldiers — Swimming in the Rapidan — Beauty of
the country — Few reenlistments and the reason —
Swift Run gap — Stonewall Jackson — Milroy — Colum
bia bridge — Swift marching — Almost drowned in the
Shenandoah — The acme of the Confederate soldier's
trials.

IX STONEWALL JACKSON'S VALLEY CAMPAIGN .... 90

Stonewall Jackson — His rise in the face of official
prejudice — Characteristics of the man — His rigid dis
cipline — Contrast between him and Robert E. Lee —
Relations between the two men — Opinion of General
Miles — Jackson a devout Christian — Jackson unites
his two divisions — Attack on Luray — "Maryland
whip Maryland" — Gallantry of the Federal Mary-
landers — Our marching songs — "Maryland, my Mary
land" — March on Winchester — Gen. Dick Taylor —
First battle of Winchester — Enthusiastic reception
by the inhabitants — Death of Robert Breckinridge
McKim — General Banks — Effect of the victory —
Alarm in Washington — Transformation of the military
situation in Virginia — Failure of our cavalry — Bolivar
Heights — Four armies move against Jackson — His
masterly retreat — Peril of General Winder's force —
Saved by Jackson's astuteness — Fine service of the First
Maryland — Engagement near Harrisonburg — Death
of Ashby — My promotion — Battle of Cross Keys —

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CHAPTER PAGE

Defeat of Fremont — General Steuart wounded — My
horse shot under me — Sketch of General Ewell — Two
panic-stricken men — Battle of Port Republic — Defeat
of Shields — Results of campaign.

X BETWEEN CAMPAIGNS 117

In attendance on my wounded general — Letter to my
mother — On duty in Richmond — Maryland Line —
Staunton, Virginia — Organization of Second Maryland
Regiment — September, 1862, General Steuart at Win
chester — Organization of Maryland Line — Post duty

— Hiatus in my diary — Letter to my mother — General
Steuart takes furlough — Winter in Staunton — A Christ
mas feast — Decision to enter Episcopal Church —
Reasons for so doing — Application for appointment on
General Trimble's staff.

XI THE BATTLE OF CHANCELLORSVILLE 126

I report for duty to Fredericksburg — Some account
of the battle of Chancellorsville — Hooker's movement

— His over-confidence — The audacious strategy of Lee

— Jackson's flank movement — Mr. Lincoln's advice to
Hooker — Stonewall Jackson falls — Battle continued
next day — The genius and daring of Lee — Death of
Major William Duncan McKim — His interment at
Staunton.

XII THE OPENING OF THE GETTYSBURG CAMPAIGN . . . 133

Dining with General Lee — Report for duty to General
Steuart — The Third Brigade — Its strength — Religious
services in camp — We break camp June 3d and march
northward — Organization of the army — Rapid march
toward Winchester — Rev. George Patterson — Cavalry
battle at Brandy Station — J. E. B. Stuart defeats Pleas-
anton — Fredericksburg to Winchester in seven days

— General Milroy surprised — Works at Winchester
captured.

XIII THE BATTLE OF STEPHENSON'S DEPOT . . . . . 148

Night march — Battle begins before daylight —
Milroy's attempt to escape — A severe battle — Out
numbered by the enemy, at first — Dement's battery

— The struggle for the bridge — Conspicuous gallantry
of the cannoneers — Arrival of reinforcements — Sur
render of the enemy — Spoils of victory — Gallantry of
Steuart's brigade.

XIV THE MARCH TO GETTYSBURG 155

Crossing the Potomac — Joy of the Maryland men

— The justification of Marylanders joining the Confed
erate Army — Number of Marylanders in the service

— Their peculiar trials — Second Maryland Battalion —
Warm reception in Shepherdstown — Battle ground of
Sharpsburg — Present of a battle flag. — Religious
susceptibility of the men — Character of the invasion —
Lee's conception of war — General Lee's order respect
ing private property — Fine conduct of the Confeder-

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ate soldiers — Expedition to McConnellsburg — Com
position of the force — A lonely ride — Major Harry
Gilmor — Behavior of the Confederate in contrast with
that of the Federal soldiers — General Sherman's defini
tion of war — General Sheridan to Bismarck — Purchase
of copies of New Testament — Surprise of storekeeper —
Long and fatiguing marches — We rejoin Johnson's
division — Orders to countermarch June 29th — Battle
of Gettysburg begins.

XV THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG: OBSERVATIONS AND PER
SONAL INCIDENTS 168

Object of the campaign — Lee's intentions — Advance
upon Harrisburg — Change of plan and reason — Colonel
Mosby's error — Purpose to concentrate at Cashtown

— Battle precipitated by Lieutenant-General Hill — First
day's fight — Lee absent — Charge of Gordon's brigade

— Justification of General Lee's decision to attack —
General Ewell's fatal error July 1st — General Long-
street's failure and disobedience July 2d — Its dis
astrous result — Captain Battine's criticism — Charge
of Pickett's division — The omens of victory with the
Confederates — Failure due to Lee's lieutenants —
Failure also to coordinate the attacks — Gettysburg
a drawn battle — Lee's army unshaken — He offers
battle July 4th — Again for three days near Hagerstown

— Spirit of Lee's army unbroken — Sufferings of the
men on the retreat — Personal experiences — Iglehart

— The artillery duel July 2d — Prayer on the battle
field — Going to sleep in the midst of the battle, July 3d

— Narrow escapes — Fortitude of the Third Brigade —
Their heroic conduct — Retreat from Gulp's Hill,

1.30 A.M., July 4th — Major Benj. Watkins Leigh — In
cident at Williamsport — Another incident — Chaplain
Patterson reads the burial service over a living man.

XVI STEU ART'S BRIGADE AT GETTYSBURG — A NARRATIVE . 192

XVII PREPARATION FOR THE CHAPLAINCY 209

Resignation — Letter to my mother — Studies at
Staunton, Virginia — Dr. Sparrow — Hospital work —
Unwearied labor of the Southern women — Unity of feel
ing — Licensed to deliver addresses — Books used —
Character of preparation — Anecdote of Dr. Sparrow

— Ordained deacon — Start for the army — My horse
"Charlie" — Report for duty in Chew's battalion artil
lery — Commission not issued — Compelled to leave —
Appointed Chaplain Second Virginia Cavalry — Active
work in the interim — Rev. Richard H. Phillips taken
prisoner — Confined at Camp Chase.

FIRST EXPERIENCE AS CHAPLAIN IN THE FIELD

I join Second Virginia Cavalry — Ordered out to meet
the enemy — Composition of the Second Virginia — Relig
ious service twice a day — Cooperation of the officers

— Mass meeting of communicants — Regimental choir

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CHAPTER PAGE

— Resolutions adopted — Open mindedness of the
men.

XVIII EARLY'S VALLEY CAMPAIGN OF 1864 223

Early 's advance on Washington — General Sheridan —
The Spencer rifle and the Sharp's rifle — Eleven engage
ments in less than a month — Third battle of Winchester

— Early's defeat — Good service of the cavalry — Front
Royal — Feelings of a chaplain on the firing line —
General Early and the chaplain — Early's defeat at
Fisher's Hill — Death of Captain George Williamson

— Tribute to him — Fighting again — Preaching and
marching — Baptism by immersion — Thrilling experi
ences on a blind horse — Sheridan's burnings — Wound
ing of Captain Basil L. Gildersleeve — Death of Prof.
Lewis Minor Coleman — Cavalry fight near Waynes-
boro — Battle of Cedar Creek — Answer to prayer —
Service in the breastworks — Conferences on personal
religion — Victory at Cedar Creek turned into defeat —
Rebukes administered — Organization of Y. M. C. A.

— Offer myself as substitute for Rev. R. H. Phillips —
Frequent engagements — Early winter — Supply of
New Testaments — Successful engagement — Work in
hospital — Cutting down trees — My horse fed with
stolen corn.

XIX THE WINTER CAMPAIGN OF 1864-65 . . " . . . 243
Expedition to West Virginia — Suffering of the men

— Sleeping under a blanket of snow — A mountain
march — Hardships of a chaplain — On sick leave —
Death of my father — Visit to Edge Hill — Col. Thos.
Jefferson Randolph — Virginia Legislature and Emanci
pation — Revulsion of feeling — Abandonment of the pro
ject — Responsibility of Abolitionists — Virginia's record
on slavery — Mr. B. Johnson Barbour — Cleaning out a
church — St. Paul's Church, Richmond — Solemnity of
services — Building a chapel — My horse breaks down

— Sermon in St. Paul's, Richmond.

XX THE CLOSE OF THE DRAMA 254

Hampton Roads conference — Preamble and resolu
tions — Lee made commander-in-chief — Confederacy
collapsing — Resources exhausted — Opinion of Lord
Wolseley and Charles Francis Adams — Journey to
Staunton — Condition of returned Confederate prisoners

— Treatment of Northern prisoners in the South — Scar
city of provisions — Grant's refusal to exchange — Com
parative mortality in Northern and Southern prisons —
Arrival at Staunton — Return to the army — Surrender
of General Lee — Desertions from his army — Why Lee
could not extricate his army — His plans revealed to
Grant — Did Grant outgeneral Lee in the retreat? —
Error of James Ford Rhodes — Scene at surrender —
Lee's heroic conduct — Tributes to the soldiers of Lee's
army — My ride to Staunton — News of the surrender

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discredited — Second Virginia Cavalry after the sur
render — Maryland Cavalry makes the last march for the
cause.

CONCLUSION 277

APPENDIX 283

A. The Soldiers of the South — An Oration . . . . 285

B. Gen. J. E. B. Stuart in the Gettysburg campaign

— A reply to Col. John S. Mosby 337

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

BELVIDERE, BALTIMORE, MD Frontispiece

PAGE

LIEUT.- GEN. THOS. J. ("STONEWALL") JACKSON .... 90

LIEUT. RANDOLPH H. McKiM, 1862 110

GEN. ROBERT EDWARD LEE 134

GEN. THOMAS T. MUNFORD 220

REV. DR. R. H. McKiM, 1904 286

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CHAPTER I

ON THE BRINK OF THE MAELSTROM

ON a bright morning in the month of April, 1861,
there is a sudden explosion of excitement at
the University of Virginia. Shouts and cheers are
heard from the various precincts where the students
lodge. Evidently something unusual has occurred.
The explanation is soon found as one observes all
eyes turned to the dome of the rotunda from whose
summit the Secession flag is seen waving. It has
been placed there during the night by persons then
unknown. Of course it has no right there, for the
University is a State institution and the State has not
seceded; on the contrary the Constitutional Conven
tion has given only a few days before a strong vote
for the Union.

But it is evident the foreign flag is a welcome in
truder in the precincts of Jefferson's University, for
a great throng of students is presently assembled on
the lawn in front of the lofty flight of steps leading up
to the rotunda, and one after another of the leaders of
the young men mounts the steps and harangues the
crowd in favor of the Southern Confederacy and
the Southern flag waving proudly up there. Among
the speakers I recall Wm. Randolph Berkeley, the
recently elected orator of the Jefferson Society.

So general was the sympathy with the Southern cause

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that not a voice was raised in condemnation of the
rebellious and burglarious act of the students who
must have been guilty of raising the Southern flag.
Not so general was the approval of the professors;
some of these were strong Union men, among them one
who was deservedly revered by the whole student
body, Prof. John B. Minor, the head of the Law De
partment. Walking up under the arcades to his lec
ture room, he was shocked at the sight that met his
eyes, and (so a wag afterwards reported) broke forth
into rhyme as follows:

"Flag of my country, can it be
That that rag's up there instead of thee!"

Meantime the excitement waxed greater and greater,
so much so that the students forsook their lecture
rooms to attend the mass-meeting on the lawn. In
vain did Prof. Schele de Vere endeavor to fix the
attention of his class by the swelling periods of his
famous lecture on Joan of Arc. The proceedings
outside on the lawn interested them much more than
the tragic fate of the Maid of Orleans, and one after
another they rose and stalked out of the lecture room
to join in the overture to another and more tremen
dous tragedy then unfolding itself to the world, until
the baffled professor of modern languages gave up the
attempt and abruptly closed his lecture.

At this juncture the burly form of Dr. Albert Taylor
Bledsoe, professor of mathematics, was seen mount
ing the steps of the rotunda, his great head as usual
far in advance of the rest of his body. At once there
was silence in the throng. To him the students gave
a respectful attention, such as, I fear, in their then

ON THE BRINK OF THE MAELSTROM 3

mood, they would not have given to Professor Minor.
For Dr. Bledsoe was an enthusiastic advocate of Seces
sion, to such an extent that he would not infrequently
interlard his demonstration of some difficult problem
in differential or integral calculus — for example, the
lemniscata of Bernouilli — with some vigorous remarks
in the doctrine of States' rights.

At this juncture, however, the big-brained profes
sor spoke to the young men in a somewhat different
strain. He began by saying he had no doubt the stu
dents who had put up that flag were "the very nicest
fellows in the University," but, inasmuch as the State
of Virginia had not yet seceded, the Secession flag did
not really belong on that rotunda, and he hoped the
students themselves would take it down, — "but," he
said, " young gentlemen, do it very tenderly."

The facts of the case were these. A group of seven
students (of whom I was one) bought the bunting
and had the flag made, seven stars and three bars, by
some young lady friends who were bound to secrecy,
and then, having supplied themselves with augers and
small saws, they went to work after midnight and sawed
their way through five doors to gain access to the roof
of the rotunda, where, in their stocking feet, they at
length succeeded, not without risk of a fatal fall, in
giving the " Stars and Bars" to the breeze, just as the
first faint streaks of dawn appeared on the eastern
hills. They then scattered and betook themselves to
bed, and were the last men in the University to hear
the news that the Secession flag was floating over the
rotunda!

It was not many days after this occurrence that Mr.
Lincoln issued his proclamation calling upon Virginia

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to furnish her quota of troops to coerce the seceded
States back into the Union, and thereby instantly
transformed the old Commonwealth from a Union
State into a seceded State. All differences now dis
appeared among her statesmen and her people, and
Virginia with entire unanimity threw in her lot with
her Southern sisters "for better, for worse, for weal
or for woe."

It was the threat of invasion that revolutionized the
: position of the State of Virginia. In illustration of
this I refer to the case of a talented young man from
Richmond who had been an extreme and uncompro
mising " Union man" -the most extreme among all
the students at the University. He was also bold and
aggressive in the advocacy of his opinions, so much so
that he became very unpopular, and his friends feared
" serious trouble and even bloody collision." The
morning President Lincoln's proclamation appeared
he had gone down town on personal business before
breakfast, and while there happened to glance at a
paper. He returned at once to the University, but not
to breakfast; spoke not a word to any human being;
packed his trunk with his belongings; left a note for
the chairman of the faculty explaining his conduct;
boarded the first train for Richmond, and joined a
military company before going to his father's house
or taking so much as a morsel of food. What was the
overwhelming force which thus in a moment trans
formed this splendid youth? Was it not the God-
implanted instinct which impels a man to defend his
own hearthstone ? 1

1 The story is told by Major Robert Stiles in his "Four Years under
Marse Robert."

ON THE BRINK OF THE MAELSTROM 5

The visitor to the University to-day will see on the
rotunda porch two large bronze tablets on the right
and left of the central door, on which are graven the
names of the alumni who laid down their lives in the
Civil War for the independence of the South. There
are just five hundred and three names.

The number itself is significant. If five hundred
died, there must have been more than two thousand
five hundred, perhaps as many as three thousand, on
the rolls of the Confederate armies, who called this
University mother. We have no accurate register
of the number of alumni who were living in 1861 and
fit for military service. But we do know that of the
six hundred and twenty-five who were students here
when the tocsin of war sounded, five hundred and
thirty hailed from the seceding States, and about
five hundred and fifteen went to the front. Two
of the professors followed their students, — our illus
trious professor of Greek, Basil L. Gildersleeve, who
was wounded fighting with Gordon in the valley of
Virginia — he still lives, thank God ! to adorn Amer
ican scholarship -- and Lewis Minor Coleman, our
right royal professor of Latin, who fell gloriously
while commanding a battalion of artillery at Freder-
icksburg.

These numbers are significant. They bear eloquent
witness, not only to the gallantry of our brother alumni,
but to the unanimity of the Southern people in that
great struggle, and they afford convincing proof of
the falsity of the theory, held by some historians of the
Civil War, that the uprising of the Southern people
was the result of a conspiracy of a few ambitious
leaders. When we see five hundred and fifteen out of

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six hundred and twenty-five students,1 representing
the flower of the intellect and culture of the South -
its yeomen as well as its aristocracy — spring to arms
at the first sound of the long roll, we realize that the
resistance offered to coercion in 1861 was in no sense
artificial, but free and spontaneous, and that it was
the act of the people, not of the politicians.

This conclusion may be fortified by a comparison
with the record of a great New England university.
The memorial tablets at Harvard contain the names
of one hundred and seventeen of her alumni who gave
their lives to the cause of the Union, while the whole
number who entered the Union army and navy was nine
hundred and thirty-eight. If the same proportion of
loss held among the men of our Alma Mater, then there
would have been four thousand students and alumni
of the University of Virginia in the army and navy of
the Confederate States. But the proportion of killed
in action was greater on our side, so that this total
must be much reduced. We know from the records
that not less than two thousand five hundred of the
men who followed the battle flag of the Southern Cross
were sons of this Virginia University. The actual
number was probably considerably larger. Thus
though her students and alumni of military age were
less numerous than those of Harvard, in something
like the proportion of four to seven, yet there were more
than three times as many of them serving with the
colors in the great conflict; and while one hundred and
seventeen men of the Cambridge university laid down

1 This number represents all the students from all the States, North
as well as South. Not a few came from localities which were not in
sympathy with the South.

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their lives for the Union, five hundred and three of
the men of the University of Virginia died for the
Southern cause — more than four times as many.

As I think of some of these brave young fellows, I
recall the scene that used to be presented many an
afternoon on the slope of the hill directly to the south
of the University lawn — D'Alphonse, the stalwart
professor of gymnastics, leading his numerous pupils
in singing the "Marsellaise," or "Les Girondins."
The clear fresh voices of those fine young fellows come
back to me as I write, — the fine tenor of Robert
Falligant rising above the rest, — singing:

"Par la voix du cannon d'alarme,
La France appelle ses enfants,
Aliens, dit le soldat, aux armes,
C'est ma mere, je la defends.

Chorus, "Mourir pour la patrie,
Mourir pour la patrie,
C'est le sort le plus beau
Le plus digne d'envie!"

Alas! how soon and how unexpectedly were those
words to be exemplified on the field of battle, in the
gallant deaths of many who sang them then, with little
realization of their possible significance for them.

There were two military companies organized at
the University the autumn before the fateful cloud
of Civil War burst upon the land. These were in no
way connected with the organization of the institution,
but were purely private and voluntary. One called
itself "The Sons of Liberty," the other took the name
of "The Southern Guard." To the latter I belonged,
and when Virginia joined the Confederacy, these two

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companies of boys were ordered to Winchester, Va.,
to join in the movement of Gen. Thomas J. Jackson
against Harper's Ferry.

I remember that after a long railway ride in box
cars (which sadly tarnished our uniforms) we were
detrained at Strasburg, and marched to Winchester,
eighteen miles distant, beating handsomely in the march
the regular companies of State militia that formed
part of the expedition.

The two University companies remained several
weeks at Harper's Ferry, and were then very properly
ordered back to their studies. I did not tarry so long,
but made my way to Baltimore, where stirring scenes
had been witnessed on the 19th of April, when the
Massachusetts troops en route to Washington were
attacked by the populace.

Arrived there I very soon found " no thing would be
doing," - advices from Confederate headquarters in
Virginia discouraging any attempt in that quarter,
and so after about a week's sojourn, I returned to the
University, promising my mother to stay till the end
of the session.

While in Baltimore at dear old "Belvidere," the
beautiful home of my childhood and boyhood, I had
to endure the pain of my father's displeasure, because
of my espousal of the Southern cause. He himself
had been in warm personal sympathy with the South,
but through the strong intellectual influence of a near
relative his political sympathy had been turned to the
North. His heart was with my mother's people, but
his head turned him to the side of the Union. I men
tion it because this difference was, by reason of our
great mutual attachment, very painful to us both.

ON THE BRINK OF THE MAELSTROM 9

In an interview between us, when he had expressed
himself in severe condemnation of my course, I turned
and said with much feeling, "Well, father, I comfort
myself with the promise, 'When my father and my
mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.":
And so we parted never to meet again, for he died
in January, 1865. A noble and high-minded man he
was, and particularly devoted to me. Nothing but
the strongest conviction of duty could have led me to
act contrary to his wishes. During the whole war I
constantly sent him messages of love, and sometimes
wrote to him. When my marriage took place, Feb
ruary 26, 1863, he sent my bride a beautiful present
with his likeness. My first child was named for him,
"John," to which I added "Duncan" for my much-
loved cousin. When my ordination was approaching,
in April, 1864, I wrote him as follows:

"My father, I ask to be remembered at the family altar,
that God may prepare me for the responsible office which I am
about tremblingly to undertake after seven months' study."

No picture of this crucial epoch is a true one which
suppresses these most painful divisions of sentiment
which often occurred in devoted families.

When I returned to the University I had lost, first
and last, six weeks at a critical part of my course.
My "tickets," this my second year, were French,
German, moral philosophy, and senior mathematics.
I determined to drop German and concentrate on the
other three schools. And then, finding the "math."
examination coming on in ten days, I gave my whole
time to preparation for that severe test. Such was
the excitement among the students, many of whom

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were already leaving to join the Army, that study was
very difficult, so I betook myself to a little one-room
structure at the foot of Carr's Hill on the north side,
isolated from other buildings, and there studied the
differential and integral calculus from twelve to four
teen hours a day for the ten days before examination,
Sunday excepted, with the result that on the day of
the test I soon developed a severe headache, which
nearly cost me my diploma. However, I passed, and
later passed also in my other tickets, and received
the three diplomas on Commencement day, much to
my satisfaction.

These, with diplomas in Latin and Greek taken the
previous year, made the path clear to the coveted and
difficult honor of M.A. the third year.1 But that " third
year " never came. It was " knocked out " by four years
in the school of war under Stonewall Jackson and Lee.
And when these were passed, I had entered on the
active duties of life.

I wrote to my mother, June 20th, as follows: "I
stand moral philosophy on Tuesday next. To-morrow
and next day I am to read two essays in the Moral
class, — one on two of Butler's sermons, one on a
chapter in the Analogy. I got through French exam
ination very well, I believe, but I am scared about
my last math, examination. I find that I mistook
one of the questions."

1 On an average not more than a dozen students made the "M.A."
in a year.

CHAPTER II

THE CONSTITUTIONAL ISSUE INVOLVED IN THE
CIVIL WAR

SOMETHING may here be appropriately said,
before proceeding with my narrative, upon the
constitutional question involved in the action taken
by Virginia in seceding from the Union, and the action
of these young men at the University in obeying her
summons and rallying to the standard of the Southern
Confederacy.

Virginia loved the Union which her illustrious sons
had done so much to establish. She refused to secede
from the Union until she was called upon to assist in
the work of coercing the already seceded States back
into the Union. This she refused to do. She would
not raise her arm to strike down her Southern sisters.
She would not be a party to the coercion of a sovereign
State by the general government. That, she had been
taught by the fathers of the Constitution, Washing
ton, Madison, Jefferson, and Hamilton, was an uncon
stitutional act. Alexander Hamilton had denounced
the proposal to coerce a State as a mad project.
Edmund Randolph said it meant " civil war." So
the project was abandoned in the Constitutional Con
vention. Her people believed that the several States
possessed the inalienable right of dissolving the com
pact with their sister States whenever they became

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convinced that their sacred rights were no longer
safe in the Union.

All acknowledge that the right of Secession does
not exist to-day. The fourteenth amendment has
changed the character of the Federal Constitution.
The surrender at Appomattox, moreover, involved
the surrender of the right of Secession. Since the 9th
of April, 1865, the Union has been indissoluble. That
is universally acknowledged in the South to-day. But
it was not so in 1861. Logically and historically
the weight of evidence is clearly on the side of
those who hold that the right of withdrawing from
the Union existed from the foundation of the gov
ernment.

Mr. Madison, the " father of the Constitution,"
held that, in adopting the Constitution, "they were
making a government of a Federal nature, consisting
of many co-equal sovereignties." Washington held
that the Union then formed was "a compact." In a
letter to Madison, Aug. 3, 1788, he uses this language,
"till the States begin to act under the new compact."
John Marshall said in the debate on the adoption of
the Constitution: "It is a maxim that those who give
may take away. It is the people that give power,
and can take it back. Who shall restrain them? They
are the masters who give it." This was said in discuss
ing Virginia's right "to resume her powers if abused."
Whatever he may have held late in life, this was his
opinion in 1788 in the great debate on the Constitution.
He was then in his thirty-third year. See Elliott's
Debates, III, p. 227. It is an historical fact that the
Constitution was regarded as a compact between the
States by the leaders of opinion in New England for

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at least forty years after its adoption. In the same
quarter the sovereignty of the States was broadly
affirmed, and also the right of a State to resume, if need
be, the powers granted or delegated under the Consti
tution. When Samuel Adams objected to the preamble
because it expressed the idea of "a National Govern
ment instead of a Federal Union of sovereign States,"
Governor Hancock brought in the tenth amendment
reserving to the States all the powers not expressly
delegated to the General Government.

Webster and Story apostatized from the New Eng
land interpretation of the Constitution. I may here
recall the fact that the first threat of Secession came
from the men of New England. Four times before
the Secession of South Carolina, Secession was threat
ened in the North, — in 1802-1803, in 1811-1812,
in 1814, and in 1844-1845. The first time it came
from Col. Timothy Pickering, of Massachusetts, a
friend of Washington and a member of his Cabi
net; the second time from Josiah Quincy, another
distinguished citizen of Massachusetts; the third time
from the Hartford Convention of 1814; and the fourth
time from the Legislature of Massachusetts. Josiah
Quincy in the debate on the admission of Louisiana,
Jan. 14, 1811, declared his " deliberate opinion that,
if the bill passes, the bonds of this Union are virtually
dissolved, ... as it will be the right of all [the States],
so it will be the duty of some, to prepare definitely
for a separation, — amicably if they can, violently
if they must." In 1812 pulpit, press, and rostrum in
New England advocated Secession. In 1839 John
Quincy Adams declared "the people of each State
have a right to secede from the Confederated Union."

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In 1844 and again in 1845 the Legislature of Massa
chusetts avowed the right to secede and threatened to
exercise the right if Texas should be admitted to the
Union. This was its language:

"The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, faithful to the
compact between the people of the United States, according
to the plain meaning and intent in which it was understood
by them, is sincerely anxious for its preservation, but it is
determined, as it doubts not the other States are, to submit
to undelegated powers in no body of men on earth."

This expresses exactly the attitude of the seceding
States in 1861. Thus the North and the South at
these two epochs (only a dozen years apart) held the
same view of the right of withdrawal from the Union.
And the ground of their apprehension was very sim
ilar. New England believed that the admission of
Louisiana and Texas would give the South a prepon
derance of power in the Union, and hence that her rights
within the Union would no longer be secure. The cot
ton States believed that the election of a sectional
President by a party pledged to the abolition of sla
very gave the North a preponderance of power in the
Union and left their rights insecure. And when Vir
ginia beheld the newly elected President preparing
to coerce the seceding States by force of arms, she be
lieved that the Constitution was being violated, and
that her place was now with her Southern sisters.

It is a fact full of significance that even Alexander
Hamilton, strong Federalist as he was, could threaten
Jefferson with the Secession of New England, " unless
the debts of the States were assumed by the General
Government." And Madison spoke of the thirteen

THE CONSTITUTIONAL ISSUE 15

States as "thirteen sovereignties," and again he said,
"Each State, in ratifying the Constitution, is consid
ered as a sovereign body."

Daniel Webster, in 1830 and again in 1833, argued
that the Constitution was not a " compact," not a "con
federacy," and that the acts of ratification were not
"acts of accession." These terms, he said, would imply
the right of Secession, but they were terms unknown
to the fathers; they formed a "new vocabulary," in
vented to uphold the theory of State sovereignty.
But in this Mr. Webster was wholly mistaken.
Those terms we now know were in familiar use in
the great debates on the Constitution. In 1787 Mr.
Gerry, of Massachusetts, said, "If nine out of thirteen
States can dissolve the compact (i.e., the Articles
of Confederation), six out of nine will be just as
able to dissolve the new one." (It had been agreed
that the consent of nine out of the thirteen States
should be sufficient to establish the new government.)
Gouverneur Morris, Alexander Hamilton, Washington
all spoke of the Constitution as a "Compact," and
of the new government as a "Confederacy." Both
Massachusetts and New Hampshire, in their acts of
ratification, refer to the Constitution as a "solemn
Compact." We have then the authority of Webster
himself for the opinion that these terms implied the
right of Secession.

Nor is this all. Virginia, New York, and Rhode
Island all declared in their acts of ratification that the
powers granted by them to the General Government
"may be resumed by them." Thus the right of Seces
sion was solemnly asserted in the very acts by which
these States ratified the Constitution. That asser
tion was part of the ratification. The ratification was

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conditioned by it. And the acceptance of these States
as members of the Union carried with it the acceptance
of the Constitution and the recognition of the right of
Secession.

This was recognized by Webster in his maturer
years. See his speech at Capon Springs, W. Va., in 1851.

I have thought it just to my comrades of whom I
am to write in these pages to give at the outset this
defence of the course they took in 1861. They fol
lowed that interpretation of the Constitution which
they received from their fathers — from Jefferson and
Madison and Washington — rather than that which
can claim no older or greater names than those of Story
and Webster.

These arguments appeared to us convincing then.
They are no less convincing to-day from the standpoint
of things as they were in 1861. And we appeal to
the candid judgment of history to decide whether,
believing as we did, we were not justified in doing what
we did. The most recent, and one of the ablest,
of Northern historians acknowledges that "a large
majority of the people of the South believed in the
constitutional right of Secession/7 and as a consequence
believed that the war on the part of the National
Government was "a war of subjugation." But surely
it is an act of patriotism to resist a war of subjuga
tion, spoliation, and conquest, and by that standard
the soldiers of the Confederate Armies must go down
to history not as traitors, but as patriots. Our argu
ment for the constitutional right of withdrawing from
the Union may, or may not, appear conclusive, but at
least the right of revolution, asserted by our sires in
1776, cannot be denied to their descendants of 1861.

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On that ground I claim the assent even of those who
still stoutly deny the right of Secession to the asser
tion that the armies of the South were composed not
of traitors, but of patriots.

There was a time, during those dark days of Recon
struction, when public opinion in the North demanded
that we, who had fought under the Southern flag, should
prove the sincerity of our acceptance of the results
of the war by acknowledging the unrighteousness of
our cause and by expressing contrition for the course
we pursued.

But could we acknowledge our cause to be unright
eous when we believed it just? Could we repent of
an act done in obedience to the dictates of conscience?
Our late antagonists — now, thank God, our friends
-may claim that our judgment was at fault; that
our action was not justified by sound reasoning; that
the fears that goaded us to withdraw from the Union
were not well grounded; but, so long as it is acknowl
edged that we followed duty as we understood it,
they cannot ask us to repent. We could not repent
of obeying the dictates of conscience in the face of
hardship, danger, and death!

And now I turn to the consideration of a grievous
reproach often directed against the men who fought
in the armies of the South in the Civil War. When
we claim for them the crown of patriotism, when
we aver that they drew their swords in what they
believed to be the cause of liberty and self-govern
ment, it is answered that the corner-stone of the South
ern Confederacy was slavery, and that the soldiers who
fought under the banner of the Southern Cross were fight
ing for the perpetuation of the institution of slavery.

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That is a statement which I wish to repudiate with
all the earnestness of which I am capable. It does a
grievous injustice to half a million patriot soldiers
who were animated by as pure a love of liberty as
ever throbbed in the bosom of man, and who made
as splendid an exhibition of self-sacrifice on her behalf
as any soldiers who ever fought on any field since
history began.

In the first place, I ask, If slavery was the corner
stone of the Southern Confederacy, what are we to say
of the Constitution of the United States? That instru
ment as originally adopted by the thirteen colonies
contained three sections which recognized slavery.
(Art. 1, Sec. 2 and 9, and Art. 4, Sec. 2.) And whereas
the Constitution of the Southern Confederacy prohib
ited the slave trade, the Constitution of the United
States prohibited the abolition of the slave trade for
twenty years (1789-1808) ! And if the men of the South
are reproached for denying liberty to three and a half
millions of human beings, at the same time that they
professed to be waging a great war for their own lib
erty, what are we to say of the revolting colonies of
1776 who rebelled against the British crown to achieve
their liberty while slavery existed in every one of
the thirteen colonies undisturbed? Cannot those his
torians who deny that the South fought for liberty,
because they held the blacks in bondage, see that
upon the same principle they must impugn the sincer
ity of the signers of the Declaration of Independence?
We ask the candid historian to answer this question:
If the colonists of 1776 were freemen fighting for lib
erty, though holding the blacks in slavery in every
one of the thirteen colonies, why is the title of soldiers

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of liberty denied the Southern men of 1861, because
they too held the blacks in bondage? Slavery was
an inheritance which the people of the South received
from the fathers, and if the States of the North, within
fifty years after the Revolution, abolished the insti
tution, it cannot be claimed that the abolition was
dictated by moral considerations, but by differences
of climate, soil, and industrial interests.

Let me here state a fact of capital importance in
this connection: the sentiment in favor of emancipa
tion was rapidly spreading in the South in the first
quarter of the nineteenth century. Wilson acknowl
edges that " there was no avowed advocate of slavery "
in Virginia at that time. In the year 1826 there were
one hundred and forty-three emancipation societies
in the United States, and of these, one hundred and
three were in the South. So strong was the sentiment
in Virginia for emancipation that, in the year 1832,
one branch of her Legislature came near passing a
law for the gradual abolition of slavery; and I was
assured in 1860 by Col. Thomas Jefferson Randolph,
who was himself a member of the Legislature that
year, that emancipation would certainly have been
carried at the next session but for the reaction created
by the fanatical agitation of the subject by the Abo
litionists, led by Wm. Lloyd Garrison. Though
emancipation was defeated at that time by a small vote,
yet the Legislature passed a resolution postponing the
consideration of the subject till public opinion had
further developed. The Richmond Whig of March 6,
1832, said: "The great mass of Virginia herself rejoices
that the slavery question has been taken up by the
Legislature, that her legislators are grappling with the

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monster/7 etc. A Massachusetts writer, George Lunt,
says: "The States of Virginia, Kentucky, and Ten
nessee were engaged in practical movements for the
gradual emancipation of their slaves. This movement
continued until it was arrested by the aggressions of
the Abolitionists.'7

These facts are beyond dispute: 1. That from 1789
down to 1837 slavery was almost universally consid
ered in the South a great evil; 2. That public opinion
there underwent a revolution on this subject in the
decade 1832-1842. What produced this fateful change
of sentiment? Not the invention of the cotton gin,
for that took place in 1793. No, but the abolition
crusade launched by Wm. Lloyd Garrison, Jan. 1,
1831. Its violence and virulence produced the result
that might have been expected. It angered the South.
It stifled discussion. It checked the movement toward
emancipation. It forced a more stringent policy toward
the slave. The publication of Garrison's " Liberator"
was followed, seven months later, by Nat Turner's
negro insurrection in which sixty-one persons — men,
women, and children — were murdered in the night.
President Jackson, in his message of 1835, called atten
tion to the transmission through the mails "of inflam
matory appeals addressed to the passions of the slaves,
in prints and various sorts of publications, calculated
to stimulate them to insurrection, and to produce all
the horrors of a servile war."

The conclusion is irresistible that but for that vio
lent and fanatical movement slavery would have been
peaceably abolished in Virginia, and then in other
Southern States.

Before leaving the subject I would like to recall

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one or two historical facts. Not the Southern people,
but the Government of Great Britain, must be held re
sponsible for American slavery. The colony of Virginia
protested again, and again, and again to the British
King against sending slaves to her shores — but her pro
test was in vain. In 1760 South Carolina passed an act
prohibiting the further importation of slaves, but Eng
land rejected it with indignation. Let it be remem
bered, too, that Virginia was the first of all the States,
North and South, to prohibit the slave trade, and Georgia
was the first to incorporate such a prohibition in her
Constitution. Virginia was in fact in advance of the
whole world on this subject. She abolished the slave
trade in 1778, nearly thirty years before England did
the same, and the same length of time before New
England was willing to consent to its abolition.

But I am chiefly concerned to show that my com
rades and brothers, of whom I write in these pages,
did not draw their swords in defence of the institution
of slavery. They were not thinking of their slaves
when they cast all in the balance — their lives, their
fortunes, their sacred honor — and went forth to endure
the hardships of the camp and the march and the perils
of the battle field. They did not suffer, they did not
fight, they did not die, for the privilege of holding their
fellow men in bondage!

No, it was for the sacred right of self-government"
that they fought. It was in defence of their homes
and their firesides. It was to repel the invader, to
resist a war of subjugation. It was in vindication of
the principle enunciated in the Declaration of Inde-
pendence that "governments derive their just powers
from the consent of the governed."

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Only a very small minority of the men who fought
in the Southern armies — not one in ten — were finan
cially interested in the institution of slavery. We
cared little or nothing about it. To establish our inde
pendence we would at any time have gladly surren
dered it. If any three men may be supposed to have
known the object for which the war was waged, they
were these: Abraham Lincoln, Jefferson Davis, and
Robert E. Lee. Their decision agrees with what I have
stated. Mr. Lincoln consistently held and declared
that the object of the war was the restoration of the
Union, not the emancipation of the slaves. Mr. Davis
as positively declared that the South was fighting
for independence, not for slavery. And Robert E.
Lee expressed his opinion by setting all his slaves
free Jan. 8, 1863, and then going on with the war for
more than two years longer. In February, 1861, Mr.
Davis wrote to his wife in these words, "In any case
our slave property will eventually be lost." Thus the
political head of the Confederacy entered on the war
foreseeing the eventual loss of his slaves, and the
military head of the Confederacy actually set his slaves
free before the war was half over. Yet both, they say,
were fighting for slavery!

CHAPTER III

FIRST EXPERIENCES OF A RAW RECRUIT

NOW at length I had redeemed my promise to my
mother, in leaving Baltimore, that I would not
enter the army, at any rate till the end of the session
of the University. But I had made another promise.
On June 20th I had written her: "You know that of
course I will join no company without papa's consent.
Though I did do it once, I shall not do it again."
Accordingly, when the session closed, I was minded
to return to Baltimore and plead for permission to join
the Southern Army. I even contemplated — in the
event of being unable to get through the lines — to
go up to the home of my aunt, Mrs. Garrett, some
eighteen miles from the University, and settle down
"quietly," "trying to make myself useful teaching
the children French and arithmetic."

But in cherishing such an idea I reckoned without
the Zeitgeist. Day after day the spirit of the epoch
wrought in me more and more mightily till I felt that
I could no longer resist the call to follow the example
of my kindred, my friends, and my fellow students,
and enlist in the Southern Army.

But there were two obstacles in the way: first, my
rash promise just mentioned, that I would not enlist
without my father's consent, and secondly this: my
young cousin, Robert Breckinridge McKim, was, to

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some extent, under my charge, and he stoutly insisted
that if I joined the army he would do the same. In
vain I reasoned with him that he was under age — not
yet eighteen — while I had just passed my nineteenth
birthday — consequently my duty was to my country,
his was to his mother.

Unable to move him from his purpose, I said: "Very
well, Robert, I will go with you to Baltimore and deliver
you to your mother, then my responsibility will end."

But on our way to Winchester, intending to make
our way into Maryland, I heard of the declaring of
martial law in Baltimore and the planting of artillery in
the public squares of our city. This intelligence swept
away all further hesitation as to the course I ought to
pursue. I saw that, if I did go back I should to a cer
tainty be arrested as having been at Harper's Ferry
in arms against the government. And I strongly
hoped that my father could no longer stand with Mr.
Lincoln's administration when he found that he
"meant to establish a despotism and call it by the
sacred name of Union." Many other Union men had
been swung over to the Southern side by this, -
surely my father would be also. I remembered, too,
how he had taught me that, next to God, my allegiance
was due to my country before all other obligations.
The fact is that by this time the cause of the South
had become identified with liberty itself, and, being
of military age, I felt myself bound by every high and
holy consideration to take up arms to deliver Mary
land from the invaders who were polluting her soil.

At Bristoe Station, en route to Winchester, I had
visited the troops at the front. There I saw several
first cousins who were in the army, Wirt Harrison,

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and Major Carter Harrison, and Major Julien Harri
son. I heard that thirty-six of my Harrison cousins
were in the service. I saw many friends and fellow
students in the uniform. And I confess I felt humili
ated when I saw these men, already bronzed; by
camp life, while my face was as white as a piece of
writing paper, and I was wearing citizen's clothes.

This experience intensified the conviction which
had already taken possession of my mind, and I felt
that now all hesitation was at an end.

The following letter tells my mind at this period:

WINCHESTER, July 11, 1861.
MY DEAR MOTHER:

I left the University last week expecting to be in Balti
more before now, but on my way I heard of the declaring
of martial law and of the unlimbering of artillery in the
public squares of our city. This was more than my endur
ance could stand and I determined to come up here and
join Willie Murray's company and aid in driving those
insolent oppressors out of our city. I feel this to be my
duty and I earnestly hope it will not be displeasing to either
you or papa. I cannot but hope and trust that papa has
before this awakened to a sense of the despotism which
Lincoln is building up for himself, and that he is as desirous
as I am to drive every Northerner from the State of Mary
land. I would go home if I could and try and get his and
your consent to my present course, but they are so strict
now that I fear they would arrest me for having been to
Harper's Ferry, as there are so many informers nowadays.
I am very sorry not to see you once more before joining,
but it is impossible. I hope I may be among those who
before long shall march into Baltimore and deliver her from
her oppressors. Poor Baltimore! my heart bleeds for her.
Bob McKim has come up here and joined a Virginia artillery

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company. Duncan is in the same company I am in. He
is a splendid soldier and very enthusiastic. You need not
be alarmed about me, my dear mother; there is some danger
in case of battle, but very little; the Yankees cannot shoot.
But, dear mamma, if anything should happen to me,
remember that your son is not afraid to die for the liberties
of his country, that he scorns being a Tory and that he can
look up to Heaven and ask a blessing upon the cause he is en
gaged in, and commit his soul to God on the battle field, and
then fear not the sting of death or the victory of the grave.

When we entered the train which was to take us to
Strasburg en route to Winchester, whence we meant
to make our way into Maryland, I called Robert to
me and told him I could no longer delay responding
to the call of my country, and was resolved to join
the army as soon as we reached Winchester, but he
must continue on his way and do his duty by return
ing to his mother. I shall never forget the dear boy's
joy when he heard of my resolve. He sprang to his
feet, clapped his hands, and said, "I shall follow your
example, " nor could I dissuade him from his resolve.

Arrived at Winchester, we made our way next morn
ing, eighteen miles, to Darksville on the Martinsburg
pike, where the army of Gen. Joseph E. Johnston was
encamped. I enlisted July llth, ten days before the
battle of Manassas. We found the troops forming
in line of battle to meet the reported advance of Gen
eral Patterson, which was hourly expected. Natu
rally we sought the regiment of Maryland infantry,
in whose ranks I soon found a place in the company
of my dear friend Capt. Wm. H. Murray. But Bob
McKim, unable to find a musket, went over to the
Rockbridge (Va.) Artillery, and decided to enlist in

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its ranks, as he had several friends in the company.
The brave boy met his death at the battle of Winches
ter, May 25th, 1862, only ten months later, gallantly
serving his piece.

General Patterson did not advance, however, so
we had no battle that day, but I had two little fore
tastes of army life which I will mention. Our captain
having given instructions to the men as they stood in
line of battle that, when any member of the company
should be wounded, but one man should leave the field
to care or him, my cousin Duncan McKim, who was
immediately in front of me, turned to me and said
with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips, " Ran
dolph, when you fall, I'll carry you off the field." I
thanked him, with rather a sickly smile, and thought
that soldiering was getting to be a serious business.

After waiting several hours for General Patterson's
call, to no purpose, about four P.M. we stacked arms,
broke ranks, and charged upon the camp-fires, eager
for dinner, which had been interrupted by the call to
arms. Having had nothing to eat since early morn
ing, and having ridden eighteen miles, and stood in
the ranks several hours, my appetite was keen, and
I gladly accepted Giraud Wright's invitation to "dine"
with him. My host provided the " dinner" by dipping
a tin cup into a black camp kettle and procuring one
iron spoon. He then invited me to a seat on a rock
beside him and we took turns at the soup with the
spoon, each also having a piece of hard-tack for his
separate use. Alas! my dinner, so eagerly expected,
was soon ended, for one or two spoonfuls of the greasy
stuff that came out of the camp kettle completely
turned my stomach, and I told my friend and host I

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was not hungry and would not take any more. In
wardly, I said, "Well, I may get used to standing
up and being shot at, but this kind of food will kill me
in a week!"

I had expected a baptism of fire, and looked forward
to it with some nervousness, but instead I had had a
baptism of soup which threatened an untimely end to
my military career!

The real experience of a soldier's life now began in
earnest. Drill and discipline were applied to the new
recruit, by dint of which the raw material of young man
hood was to be converted into a soldier. The man at
the head of this military factory was Col. George H.
Steuart, and he thoroughly understood his business.
A "West Pointer," and an officer in the old army, he
was imbued with a very strong sense of the value of
strict discipline. The First Maryland Infantry was
under his command and he very soon "licked it into
shape," and it began to have a reputation for preci
sion of drill and excellence in marching.

These qualities were to be subjected to a practical
test very soon, for not many days after the experience
narrated in the last chapter, Gen. Joseph E. Johnston
quietly broke camp near Winchester and took up his
march for Manassas, there to effect a junction with Gen
eral Beauregard and help him win the first great battle
of the war. We marched late in the afternoon of July
18th, and by midnight were ten or twelve miles on our
way. As we approached the village of Millwood Clarke
County, I observed the home of my aunt, Mrs. Wm.
Fitzhugh Randolph, brightly illuminated, and when I
entered, the dear old lady met me with perplexity on
her face and said, "Randolph, what am I to do? The

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soldiers have been coming in ever since five o'clock,
and they have eaten up everything I have in the house,
and still they keep coming." "No wonder," I replied,
"your house is right at the cross-roads, and you have
it brightly illuminated, as if you expected them. Put
out the lights and shut the doors and you will soon be
at peace."

Well, the door that shut out the rest shut me in,
and I had a few hours sleep on a bed, after a refreshing
"bite" in the dining-room. By four o'clock I was on
the road again with one or two of my company,
approaching the river which the army was obliged to
ford. As we trudged along, with knapsack and mus
ket, in a lonely part of the road, we were overtaken
by a mounted officer, muffled up in a cloak, who gruffly
demanded what we were doing ahead of our regiment,
to which I hotly replied, " What business is that of yours?"
One of my companions pulled me by the sleeve and
said, "Man, that is General Elzey; you'd better shut
up, or you'll be arrested and put in the guard-house,
or shot for insubordination." I suppose I must have
known he was an officer, and that my reply was a gross
breach of discipline. But obedience and submission
to military authority was a lesson I had not yet learned
in my seven days of soldiering. The general, however,
paid no attention to what I said, and my only punish
ment was the amusement of my fellow soldiers at my
greenness. It was a lonely spot and it was still rather
dark. Perhaps that accounts for the general's making
as if he did not hear my insubordinate reply.

After wading the Shenandoah we took our way up
through Ashby gap and were soon descending the
eastern slope of the Blue Ridge. Near the great tree

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whose branches stretch into four counties we went into
camp, and our mess was presently delighted by the
approach of a well-furnished wagon from the farm of
Mr. Robert Boiling, in charge of the old gentleman
himself. He was the father of John Boiling, one of
the privates in Murray's company. Both John and
his father were very popular men that day in Com
pany H, and long lingered the delicious memory of
those Virginia hams and well-fed poultry and goodies
too numerous to mention.

It was here I received a letter from my mother which
showed that she had no idea I had enlisted in the army,
or would do so. I immediately sat down and wrote
her the following letter, wholly devoted to explaining
my course of action and deprecating her displeasure
and my father's. It must have been indited just
before taking the cars which were to convey us to
the battle of Manassas, fought the next day. It
contained no allusion to our forced march, or to the
approaching battle.

PIEDMONT STATION,

Saturday, July 20, 1861.

MY MOST PRECIOUS MOTHER:

Mr. Hall has just made his appearance and handed me
your letter and dear Margie's. It grieved me to the quick
to find that you are still in ignorance of my real position
in Virginia now, and I confess I almost felt self-reproached
when you said that you were perfectly satisfied with my
promise not to join the Southern Army "without my father's
consent." I recollect full well writing the letter, and that
was the thing which has kept me back so long from follow
ing what I have felt my duty to my country. This made

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me change my mind about joining when I had almost made
up my mind to it some time ago, and this made me resolve
to use every effort to get home and try and get consent to
do so. I would not now be in the army, and would be at
home, I expect, if the condition of things in Baltimore had
not rendered it pretty certain that I would be arrested
because I went in arms to Harper's Ferry.

I say then in justification of my course that I could not
get home safely to get advice, and I felt very hopeful that
papa, as most other Union men in Baltimore, had changed
his sentiments when he found that the government means
to establish a despotism and call it by the sacred name of
Union. I do not now believe, after learning that I am dis
appointed to a great extent in this expected change so far,
that papa will not finally cease to support what he has
believed a free and righteous government, when he finds
beyond contradiction that Lincoln has overthrown the
government of our forefathers and abolished every principle
of the Declaration of Independence.

My dear, dear mother, I could hardly restrain tears in
the midst of all the confusion and bustle of the camp this
morning when I read your letter with those renewed expres
sions of your tender love for me. Oh, I hope you will not
think me unworthy of such a love. If I have erred, do be
lenient to me, you and papa both, and do not disown your
son for doing what he felt to be a holy duty to his country.
Papa, if you place yourself in my position, with the profound
conviction I have of the holiness and righteousness of this
Cause, ask yourself whether you would not have unhesi
tatingly done what I have done. You have yourself, in
my hearing, placed the duty of country first in this world's
duties and second only to the duty I owe my God. How
then am I reprehensible for obeying what my very heart of
hearts told me was my country's call, when I had some hope
that your will would not be at variance with it, and I was
unable to find out whether it was or not?

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I have suffered much in mind and still do suffer. At all
events I am not actuated by selfish or cowardly motives.
How easy it would have been to sit down at quiet Belvidere,
preserving an inactivity which all my friends would have
regarded as honorable, than at the possible loss of your
parental love and care, and at the sacrifice of my comforts
and the risk of my life, to do what I have done — enlist
as a common soldier (i.e., a volunteer private) in the cause
of liberty and right ! Camp life is a hard life — I know
by experience. Forced marches, scanty provisions some
times, menial offices to perform, perfect discipline to submit
to, are not attractive features to anyone. Then military
life has little charm for me. I have no taste for it, and no
ambition for military glory. But I am ready and willing
to suffer all these hardships, and, when necessary, to lay
my life upon the altar of my country's freedom.

I hope I do not seem to boast or to glorify myself in speak
ing thus, but if I know my own heart this is the truth,
and God give me grace to be consistent with this profession.
Do not, my precious mother, be too much alarmed and too
anxious about me. I trust and hope that God will protect
me from "the terror by night" and "the destruction
that wasteth at noon-day." I feel as if my life was to
be spared. I hope yet to preach the Gospel of the Lord
Jesus Christ; but, my dear mother, we are in God's hands,
and He doth not willingly afflict or grieve the children of
men. " He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most
High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." He
does all things well, and He will give you grace to bear
this trial too. Farewell, dear mother and father, Telfair,
Mary, and Margie. I am, in this life and the next,

Your fond and affectionate
RANDOLPH.

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The following letter from my mother reflects the
sentiment prevalent in Baltimore at that time:

BALTIMORE, July 1, 1860.
MY BELOVED CHILD:

The plot thickens around us here, the usurpation becoming
more and more dictatorial. Thankful I feel that we are
not personally endangered, but I do not feel the less indig
nant at the outrageous arrest of our citizens, or the less
sympathy for my neighbors who are subjected to the tyranny
of the arbitrary power in Washington. We are such a loyal
people, that it takes only 30,000 men to keep us quiet; and
our police and marshal of police arrested! There will be
no stop to this until you send them flying from Virginia,
then we may have a chance to show our loyalty.

CHAPTER IV

OUR FIRST BATTLE

AS we disembarked from the cars on that Sunday
morning, July 21st, 1861, the distant booming
of cannon fell upon our ears, and we realized that now
we were indeed on the fiery edge of battle. We had
orders to cast off our knapsacks that we might march
unimpeded to the field. Leaving them in a pile by
the roadside under a small guard, we were soon march
ing at the double quick for Manassas. Our pulses
beat more quickly than our feet, as we passed on, the
sounds of battle waxing nearer and nearer every mo
ment. It was a severe test of endurance, for the field
was six miles away, and the heat of that July day was
very exhausting. The weather had been very dry,
and the dust rose in clouds around us, as we double-
quicked on — so thick was it that I distinctly remember
I could not see my file-leader.

We were by and by near enough to hear the rattle
of the musketry, and soon we began to meet the wounded
coming off the field in streams, some limping along,
some on stretchers borne by their comrades. Stern
work was evidently right ahead of us, and it did not
steady our nerves for our first battle to be told, as the
wounded told us, especially those whose wounds were
slight, that it was going very badly with our men at
the front. At length the dreadful six-mile double-

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quick march was over, and the firing line was right
in front of us. Some few — very few — had dropped
out exhausted. All of us were nearly spent with the
heat and the dust and the killing pace; and a brief
halt was made to get breath, moisten our lips from
the canteens, and prepare for the charge. I remember
how poor "Sell" Brogden, panting and exhausted,
turned to me and asked for a drink of water from my
canteen. I had scarcely a swallow left, but he was so
much worse off than I, and his appeal was so piteous,
that I gave him the last drop.

We had arrived on the field in the nick of time, at the
very crisis, when victory or defeat was trembling in the
balance. The Federal general, McDowell, had turned
General Beauregard's flank, and only Gen. Joe John
ston's timely arrival on that flank of the Confederate
position had saved him from disaster. Jackson at the
head of his Virginia troops was " standing like a Stone
wall" -those were the words of General Bee as he
sought to rally his retreating South Carolinians. But
the Confederate line was wavering, and the result of
the day hung in grave doubt, when Elzey's brigade
arrived on the field and deployed for attack. Of
this brigade, the leading regiment (the one first on the
field) was the First Maryland under Colonel Steuart, and
it was the blow struck by this fine body of men, 600
strong, that turned the balance of battle in favor of
the Southern Army. Looking back now, I think the
moral effect of the great cloud of dust which rose as
we double-quicked to the field, and which was easily
seen by the Federals, was worth quite as much as our
600 muskets in action. For it gave the enemy the
impression that it was at least a brigade instead of a

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regiment that was being launched against them at the
moment of our charge. This was intensified by the
shout, "Go in, Baltimore" which rose above the din of
battle as we swept forward. It so happened that
the same Massachusetts regiment which was so roughly
handled by the people in the streets of Baltimore on
the 19th of April was in our front on the 21st of July,
and prisoners afterwards told us that when we charged
the Massachusetts men said, "Here come those d — d
Baltimore men! It's time for us to git up and git!"
Then, after the day was won, and General Elzey, our
brigade commander, was saluted as the Bliicher of
the day, we men of the First Maryland were proud to
say that our regiment was the head of the spear that
Elzey drove into the vitals of the enemy that eventful
day.

I remember that after the first rush, when a brief
pause came, some of us dashed down to a tiny little
brook for a mouthful of water — only to find the water
tinged with blood. Nevertheless not a few stooped
and lapped it up where it was clearest.

The first man I saw fall in the battle was Gen.
Kirby Smith, who was riding by the side of our col
umn before we deployed for the charge. He fell in
the most spectacular way — the reins falling from his
grasp, he reeled in the saddle, threw out his arms and
fell to the ground, seriously but not fatally wounded.

The New York Zouaves, in their red breeches, were
deployed as skirmishers in our front, and did us
some damage before we formed our line. One of the
amusing incidents that occurred (and the Confederate
soldier was always eager to see some fun in the serious
work of war) was when Geo. Lemmon in his excite-

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ment fired his musket too close to Nick Watkins' head
and shot a hole in his cap — fortunately not in his
head — and Nick turned and said in the coolest way,
" George Lemmon, I wish you'd look where you're
shooting — I'm not a Yankee."

How well I remember our eager expectancy that
night. We had seen the rout, and had followed the
fleeing Federals some distance along the road back
towards Washington. It was full of the evidences
of the panic into which the Union Army had been
thrown. I need not describe a scene so often described
before. But with all the evidences of the demoraliza
tion -of our enemy, we were confident they could be
pursued and Washington taken, if the Confederate
Army pressed on. This we confidently expected, and
were bitterly disappointed when the next day, and the
next, came and went without any serious advance.

As I lay down to sleep on the battle field that night,
I had much to think of. The weariness of the day and
the peril of the battle were lost sight of in the awful
scenes of death and suffering to which we had been
introduced that day for the first time. I had seen the
reality of the battle field, its carnage, its desolation,
its awful pictures of the wounded, the dying, and the
dead.

Somehow I was especially moved by the sight of
the battery horses on the Henry Hill, so frightfully
torn by shot and shell. The sufferings of the poor
brutes, not in their own battle or by their own fault,
but for man's sake, appealed to me in a peculiar way.

Mingled with my devout thankfulness for my own
safety was my sorrow as news came in of friend after
friend, and some relatives too, who had fallen.

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It was reported all over Virginia that I had been
among the killed. One of my cousins, Col. Randolph
Harrison, when he saw me, exclaimed, " Why, I thought
you were dead/' These unfounded reports were often
the occasion of much needless distress to the relatives
of the men in the field.

The following letter referred to the battle:

FAIRFAX, Co. H, July 30, 1861.
MY DEAR MOTHER:

I have written twice since the battle to tell you I was
safe; still I will embrace this opportunity, as I know you
will be glad to hear from me whenever you can. We have
been here some time, ever since the fight in fact. How grate
ful I feel that none of our close friends in the Maryland
regiment were killed, or even wounded in the fight. Yet
we have to mourn the loss of two very near to us in ties
of blood, and others dear by friendship. Cousin Peyton
Harrison — dear sweet fellow — I saw him only a week
before his death, — and Cousin Carter Harrison who fell
in the battle of Thursday while bravely bringing up his
men to battle.

My dear mother, I am so grateful to God for sparing
me in safety through the dangers of the day for your sake
and the sake of the dear girls and Telly and papa as well.
I thought of you all on the field of battle, and prayed God
to spare me, or, if not, to comfort you, for I know that it
would be a severe blow to you to lose me in this way so soon.
Still, confident in the justice of our cause, and looking to
the great God of truth and justice to be our salvation, I
was ready to yield up myself, if necessary, on the altar of
my country. Our regiment behaved beautifully on the
field; they would pick blackberries, though, notwithstanding
the indignation of the officers. We were in that brigade
which came up so opportunely just as the fortune of the

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day seemed to be going against us. We fired several times
on the Yankees and drove them before us, though our
numbers were far inferior to theirs. It was truly the
hand of Providence which gave us the victory on that day,
and our Congress very appropriately gave thanks to Him
and appointed last Sunday as a day of thanksgiving. The
panic which spread among the Northern Army was almost
unaccountable; they were beaten back with half their num
bers, but there was no need of such a flight as they made to
Alexandria, leaving behind them all their baggage trains,
ammunition, etc. We only had fifteen to twenty thousand
men engaged, because we had so many points to defend, and
did not know where they were going to attack us. In the
same way, I suppose, they had only about 35,000. The
people in this neighborhood said that when they saw the
army pass here they thought we would never return again,
but that the Southern army would be certainly crushed. How
different the result ! When they passed here on the way up,
they destroyed all the private property, broke into the houses
and pillaged everything; but when they returned they
hadn't time for anything of that sort. They were perfectly
demoralized; thousands had no arms at all. I have a
splendid overcoat gotten from a number they left behind.
Cousin Wirt Harrison was wounded in the foot. Holmes
and Tucker Conrad were killed side by side.

CHAPTER V

CAMP LIFE

AFTER the battle of Manassas, we settled down to
camp life, varied by occasional picket duty at
one of the advanced outposts, such as Mason's and
Munsen's Hill, whence the Maryland hills could be
seen and which for that reason was a favorite post
with our boys. Our colonel, George H. Steuart, had
no superior as a camp officer in the Army of Northern
Virginia. He kept his camp in good order by careful
policing. He paid particular attention to the quarter
master and commissary departments, and looked well
after the interests of his men, holding every officer,
including the surgeon, to the strict performance of his
duty. But he drilled us hard — generally six hours
a day; company drill two hours before breakfast,
regimental drill two hours after breakfast; and, when
he rose to be brigadier brigade drill two hours in the
afternoon. Moreover, he was a strict disciplinarian,
and it was not easy for any breach of his orders to
escape his lynx-eyed observation. He had some tough
elements to deal with in some of his companies, and
when these became unruly, the colonel was severe
in his punishments. It was not uncommon in his
camp to see two or three men tied up by the thumbs
to a cross-pole — and in those July and August days
this punishment was peculiarly painful. One some-

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times heard men muttering curses and threatening to
" shoot old Steuart" in the first battle they got into.
But after Manassas, when the good result of his strict
drill and discipline was seen, he became popular with
the men. The regiment soon had the reputation of
being the best drilled and the best marching regiment
in Gen. Joe Johnston's army; and the men, proud of
this, well knew that they owed it to Colonel Steuart.

We had a large drum corps, and its quick-step march
was unique in that army of 30,000 men around Manas
sas that summer. It was a fine sight to see the First
Maryland marching with that quick Zouave step by
which they were distinguished. It was a sturdy body
of men, not so tall as the Virginia regiments usually
were, but well set up, active and alert, and capable
of much endurance. Best of all, they stood to their
work and showed the same fine soldierly qualities
that characterized the Maryland line in the first Revo
lutionary War.

Colonel Steuart was in the habit of testing his men
when on guard in some lonely spot by suddenly rushing
upon them on foot or on horseback, taking them by
surprise if possible. One night a sentinel had been
posted near the colonel's tent, and part of his duty
was to protect a lot of tent-flies piled up close by. In
the small hours of the night, Colonel Steuart crept out
of the rear of his tent, and stealthily approaching,
while the sentinel was leaning on his musket, gazing
at the stars and probably thinking of his sweetheart
or his mother, took up one of the tent-flies, shouldered
it, and was walking off with it when the sentinel, turn
ing, rushed upon him, and pretending not to recognize
him, seized him by the shoulders and gave him such

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a shaking that the colonel could hardly get breath to
cry, "I'm your colonel — I'm your colonel!" Then
when the sentry let go his hold and apologized, the
colonel slapped him on the back and said, "Good sol
dier! Good soldier! I'll remember this."

The regiment was divided into messes containing
each about fifteen men, and two of these were detailed
for the duty of cooking and chopping wood and bring
ing water. In many of the Southern regiments there
were negro cooks, but we, of Maryland, had to do our
own cooking, and first we had to learn how — a slow
and painful process. Bacon and flour and salt con
stituted our bill of fare, with some kind of substitute
for coffee, which was a mighty poor make-believe.
At first we could only make "slap-jacks," - composed
of flour and water mixed, and floated in bacon-grease.
When sufficiently fried on one side, it was then "up"
to the cook to toss the frying-pan up and cause the
half-cooked cake to turn a somersault in the air and
come down "slap-jack" on the pan again — if it did
not happen to come down in the fire instead. But by
degrees we learned to make biscuits baked in the small
oven, and to boil our beef (when we had any), and make
soup at the same time. Horse beef was issued some
times, and we found it a difficult dental proposition.
On a famous occasion when we had invited Captain
Murray to dine with us, I suggested to my co-cook,
Sergeant Lyon, that we should create an apple pie.
He was doubtful if the thing could be done. The apples
we had in hand as the result of a forage, but how on
earth were we to make the pastry? I told him I remem
bered (when a smaller boy) seeing our cook Josephine
make pastry, rolling out the dough thin and sticking

CAMP LIFE 43

little dabs of butter all over it — then folding it and
rolling it again. So we made some dough as if for
biscuit, then rolled it with a bottle on the top of a
barrel, and planted it thick with small pats, of butter
- doubled it over and rolled it — and repeated the
process until the butter was exhausted. The pie that
resulted from all this culinary strategy we considered
fit to set before a general, to say nothing of a mere
captain. In this connection I recall once on a march
making a loaf of bread about three feet long and one-
eighth of an inch thick by wrapping the dough round my
ramrod and setting it up before the fire to bake. With
the modern breech-loader this could not have been done.
About once a week it was my duty to cook for the
mess of fifteen men, or else to chop the necessary wood
and fetch the water. One of our number, Harry Oliver,
a gentleman of wealth and position before he became
a soldier, was an enthusiast, almost a monomaniac,
about washing, spending much of his leisure time
washing himself or his clothes, and I recall more than
one occasion when it was his turn to cook break
fast, that when we returned from our first two hours
drill, eager for breakfast, Harry was nowhere to be
seen, nor was there any breakfast prepared — he was
"off at the branch washing. " So our mess No. 5, not
without maledictions on Harry, were compelled to go
out breakfastless to the second drill of two hours more.
Well, I daresay it was a good preparation for the bad
time coming when we had to march and fight so often
on an empty stomach.

On picket duty sometimes we lived for three days
on corn plucked in the fields and roasted in the shuck,
a process highly conducive to diarrhoea.

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On one of these occasions, after a long march, our
captain at nightfall called for volunteers to perform
a special duty, without specifying what the duty was.
Some of us, fancying, as we were on an advanced picket
and very near the enemy, that it was some exciting
and adventurous task, stepped out of the ranks and
offered ourselves as volunteers. What was our dis
gust when we discovered it was special guard duty!
When my turn came it was very dark and raining
heavily, and I was in a very bad humor with myself
and everybody else for having thus put my head into
the noose. Arrived at my post, the sentinel whom I
relieved gave me the instructions he had received and
whispered the countersign, which I could not under
stand, though I asked him twice to repeat it. Quite
out of patience I turned to the corporal of the guard
and said, " Corporal, I wish you'd tell me the counter
sign, I can't understand this man." He approached
and whispered something like "Wanis." " Spell it,"
I said. In reply he whispered with staccato emphasis
on each letter, "We-e-noos." Then at last I under
stood that the countersign was "Venus "I It was too
funny! Here was an illiterate Irish sentinel pronoun
cing " Venus" in the most approved, modern European
style! It almost put me in a good humor.

I would here point out that our Maryland men faced
from the start some of the hardships and limitations
that came to many Southern regiments at a later stage
of the war. In some commands the private soldiers
had their trunks with them. It is related of a young
Richmond gentleman, private in the Howitzers, that
he had as part of his outfit a dozen face towels besides
bath towels, and that when orders were issued that all

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trunks should be sent back to Richmond, the elegant
young dandy took offence and sent in to the captain
his " resignation "!

Needless to say, our Maryland boys had neither
trunks, nor cooks, nor woodchoppers.

The following letter refers to this period:

FAIRFAX, Co. H, August 3, 1861.
To MY MOTHER:

Though I have written I think three times since the battle
to assure you of my safety, yet the news which Mr. -
brings, that I am reported among the killed in Baltimore,
makes me anxious to embrace this new and certain oppor
tunity of setting your mind at rest on this score, especially
as the report is current at the University and in Richmond,
and you may suppose it occurred in some way since the
fight, on picket duty for instance. You have no idea how
I long to see you and dear old Belvidere again. I lay in
my tent the other morning while the rain poured in torrents
outside, and pictured to myself the dear old place with the
damasks on the porch, so fragrant, and then I entered the
door in imagination and saw you all seated at a comfortable
breakfast-table while I was almost drenched and obliged
to fly to my crowded tent before completing my breakfast
by half.

You should see me engaged in cooking, making fires,
washing, etc. It is truly hard work and young men like
Duncan, Wilson Carr and myself find that it is a difficult
thing to make bread and coffee good enough to support life.
Our mess consists of ten, some of whom I will mention;
Duncan, Wilson Carr, Willie Colston, Giraud Wright, Charlie
Grogan, McHenry Howard. We have no yeast, and so
our bread must needs be heavy and indigestible as we have
no means of rolling it out into biscuits. We make rice
cakes though, and frequently get corn meal and make first-

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rate corn bread. We are able occasionally to get our bread
cooked by the country people and we buy sometimes eggs,
with a stray chicken or two. You have no idea how one
gets accustomed to any sort of fare. I can now eat salt
junk of the very fattest with great gusto, and drink coffee
without milk, made in the company pot, and feel refreshed.
The first hard washing of my clothes which I did, burned
off the skin from my arms dreadfully. Sometimes we have
been out all day and part of the night in a drenching rain.
In that forced march from Winchester to Manassas we
knew no distinction between night and day, but marched
during both without rest almost, and almost entirely without
food. Our regiment marches very fast and finds it very
tiresome marching behind some Virginia and Tennessee
regiments. We passed through Millwood, and Aunt Jane
had her house lit up and was giving supper to all the soldiers
who came in on their way. From five to six o'clock in
the afternoon till three in the morning she was cooking for
them, till she was eaten out of house and home nearly.
We forded the Shenandoah up to our breasts and then
marched on to Piedmont where we were delayed some
time. We reached the Manassas Junction at 10.30 o'clock
Sunday morning. As I told you, during the whole march
we had not a single regular meal. Immediately after the
victory we were marched back to Manassas (some six miles)
and stayed there all Monday in a drenching rain, without
tents, blankets or overcoats. Our company was out on
picket duty night before last and we could hear the drums
beating in the enemy's camp nearly all night long. We
were within seven miles of Alexandria.

You would like to know how I spend a day here. The
bugle sounds at half past four and then we go out to drill
till six. Then we get breakfast, wash and get ready for
drill again at nine o'clock. Then we drill an hour and a half
or two hours. Then sleep, or write a letter, or clean up
camp, or wash clothes, or put the tents in order. Then get

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dinner ready — drill again in the evening (the whole regi
ment together, battalion drill) at five o'clock. Dress
parade at 6.30 P.M. Then supper. Soon after, at nine
o'clock, the tattoo sounds and roll is called; then at 9.30
come three taps on the drum and all lights must instantly
be extinguished. I have been very sick all day for the first
time, but am nearly well now. Good-by, my dear mother,
— God bless and keep you all. I am sad often thinking
of my dear home and longing to hear from you. Wish
I could see you again just for one little day or week.
Never cease to pray for your fond son.

Sometime in October I was detailed for duty dur
ing two days at General Johnston's headquarters at
Centre ville under Major John Haskell, a gallant mem
ber of a gallant South Carolina family of brothers,
who did royal service in the Confederate Army. Wm.
Haskell was one of my most valued friends at the Uni
versity. I looked up to him with reverence. He
fell at the battle of Gettysburg — a costly sacrifice
to the Southern cause. Major John still lives, wearing
an empty sleeve, witness of one of his many brave
deeds.

During those ten days I had frequent opportunity
of seeing that superb soldier and strategist, Gen. Joseph
E. Johnston, whose removal in 1864 from the command
of the southwestern army sealed, or at any rate has
tened, the doom of the Confederacy.

The following letter refers to this period:

CENTKEVILLE, October 20, 1861.

I sat up late reading, and after putting out the candle,
stretched myself out on my pallet of straw, and commenced
thinking. It was about midnight and not a sound could
be heard but the dull pattering of the rain on the tent.

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Everything that can distract the mind was hushed, and
I seemed to hear only the voice of the Almighty in each
drop of rain. I felt then that I was a spirit, an immortal
spirit — consciousness of my bodily, mortal nature almost
left me. The God that sends each drop of that rain on its
separate mission, — can He not take care of all dear to
me? Can He not restore us peace, and return me to my
home? . . . And will not all he does be right and good and
for the best?"

CHAPTER VI

WINTER QUARTERS, 1861-62

THE autumn of 1861 was spent in camp at Centre-
ville. Our tents were pitched on the summit
of a bare hill, from which the encampment of the entire
army of Gen. Joseph E. Johnston — about 30,000
men — was visible. At night, when the camp-fires
glowed all round us for miles, it was a very beautiful
sight. My cousin, W. Duncan McKim, and I used to
lie there and fancy we were looking down on the city
of Baltimore from Belvidere hill. He would say,
" Randolph, there are the lights of Barnum's Hotel,
and there is the Shot Tower, and there is the jail, and
far away there are the lights on Federal Hill." Our
thoughts turned, in every quiet hour, to home and kin
dred and friends. Duncan had a great aversion to
serving as cook for our mess of fifteen men, and when
his turn came round for this duty, he would do his
best to exchange with some comrade for guard duty.

As winter approached, we suffered with the cold
on that bleak hill-top, and some of the men excavated
the entire space under their tents to the depth of
three or four feet, and so slept snug and warm, while
the less energetic of the company were exposed to the
keen, cold winds. This, however, had occasionally
its disadvantages. I remember, for instance, one night
as I was going out to take my guard duty, looking

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enviously into one of these tents and seeing the men
grouped cosily together in their "dug-out," some read
ing, some playing cards, all quite secure from the sweep
of the wintry winds; and I wished I could return after
my four hours "on guard" to such a snug refuge. But
before my watch was over there arose a tempest of wind
and rain, and when I passed that tent again, it had
collapsed, and there were six inches of water in the cosey
place," and blankets and knapsacks, etc., were all
afloat !

John Boiling, his cousin Robert, and I had a small
"A" tent together in that camp. It was just wide
enough to hold the three of us when we lay "spoon
fashion," and by "pooling" our assets of blankets, we
managed to sleep warm — at least the fortunate man in
the middle was quite comfortable. But after lying an
hour or so on the rough stony ground, our bones would
begin to ache, and the man who waked up first, aching,
would punch the others so that all might turn over
together and preserve the "spoon" alignment, for only
in that formation would the blankets cover all three.
So, often during the night, the order would be given to
our little squad by whichever man wanted to turn over,
"Company A, right face," or "Company A, left face."

Later, I think early in December, we moved from
Centreville to the vicinity of Fairfax Station, and there
built ourselves huts for winter quarters. The spot
selected was a forest of pines, in the midst of which
we hewed out an open space large enough to accommo
date huts for the entire regiment. This was unaccus
tomed work for many of us. Indeed, very few men in
Murray's company could wield an axe, but, under the
pressure of stern necessity, we learned the art just as

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we had learned the art of cooking. We hacked down
the trees " somehow/' and at last — long after our
comrades in most of the other companies — we got
our huts built, and set to work to make ourselves
comfortable.

The composition of our mess was notable. It was
certainly a rare group of men to be serving as private
soldiers, on the munificent pay of eleven dollars per
month, Confederate money. There was Harry Oliver,
a country gentleman of large means, and Wilson Carr,
a lawyer who left a good practice in Baltimore to shoul
der a musket for the Confederacy, and Hedmond, a
highly educated Irish gentleman, and Wm. Duncan
McKim, a graduate of Harvard, the president- of the
" Hasty Pudding Club" there and an intimate of
Rufus Choate. Then there was McHenry Howard, a
second-honor man of Princeton, and John Boiling, who
had taken M.A. at the University of Virginia, an honor
so difficult of achievement; and, most accomplished
of all, Geo. Williamson, master of several modern lan
guages, educated in a European university, widely
read and widely travelled. He was a man of great
personal charm and of the most exalted ideals. So
nice was his sense of duty and honor that we dubbed
him "Mr. Conscientious Scruples." We had also a
candidate for Holy Orders in the Episcopal Church,
and I, too, had devoted myself at the age of sixteen
to the ministry of the Gospel. I may say that, in
such a circle of accomplished men, the conversation
in our log hut, as we lay in our bunks waiting for taps
to sound, was of a very high order. In a fragment
of a diary kept at this time (Jan. 24th, 1862), I find
the following entry:

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"I have felt my ignorance lately in listening to men in
the mess of greater age and far greater reading and infor
mation than myself. In listening to George Williamson,
describing the cities, and the manners of foreign countries,
and the monuments of art and antiquity in Europe, I
have felt a longing to travel, and to learn more of men and
things; and I have sighed in contemplating my ignorance
of the world of Nature, of literature and of art, and yearned
to drink deep of knowledge."

I sent to the University of Virginia for some of my
books, among them some nice editions of the classics
that belonged long ago to my father, — only to lose
them all when we suddenly broke camp in the spring
and left all such impedimenta behind.

The following letter gives a picture of our life in
winter quarters at Fairfax Station:

WINTER QUARTERS, January 27, 1862.
To MY MOTHER:

Wouldn't you like to peep in on us some evening as we
sit around our stove amusing ourselves until it is time to
retire? We are a happy but a boisterous family, as the
neighbors next door will tell you. Our amusements are
various — reading, singing, quarreling, and writing. We
employ the twilight in conversation, the subject of which
is the "latest grape-vine" (i.e., rumor), or a joke on the
Colonel, or when we are alone, our domestic concerns. We
amuse ourselves with the many-tongued rumors which
float about on the popular breeze, that England or France
has recognized the Confederacy, or that the Confederates
have gained a new victory, etc., etc. Then there are frequent
domestic quarrels, free fights, passes with the bayonet,
and hand to hand encounters, to vary the monotony of our
peaceful life here. As soon as night sets in the candles

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are lit and we draw round the stove and take down our
books, or else someone reads aloud till the newspaper arrives,
when other occupations are suspended, and we listen to
the news of the day. Then someone proposes a song and
" Maryland, my Maryland" is generally the first. We
hear that it is universally popular in Baltimore. We sang
it by request for General Beauregard some time since.
I will send you an account of it taken from the Richmond
Dispatch. I was one of the singers. The " enthusiastic
young lieutenant" was my captain. Sometimes we get
George Williamson to tell of his travels in Europe. He is
so entertaining, so happy in conversation, and so thoroughly
cultivated, that it is delightful to listen to him. He is
one of the finest men I know. Do the girls know him well?
We laugh at him about his restless energy. If he cannot be
at anything else, he will drive some nails to hang his coat
on, or make a shelf to put his books on, or something of
the sort. We visited Carvel Hall the other night (C.,
George, Mac., Jim G. and myself) and had a very pleasant
time. Some of the party played whist, and the rest (Carvel,

George and I) talked cozily around the fire. Colonel ,

a Virginian, came in and sat down with us, and talked to
us in as friendly a way as if we had been his equals in rank.
Later in the evening we had oysters, raw and stewed, and
at intervals of about half an hour, those who drank indulged
in whiskey-toddy. When we returned to our hut ("Mrs."
Boiling and " Mrs." Redmond had promised to sit up for us)
we found the mess chest and a barrel and boxes piled up
before the door: this was followed by a fall, and then we
routed the rest out of bed and the fight that ensued made
such a noise that the colonel sent some men to arrest us.
They did not do it though. We have a cook now and live
very comfortably. It is a great satisfaction to feel that all
this is the work of our own hands. We appoint an" " officer
of the day " whose duty it is to make the fire and spread
the ashes on the floor and sweep up. We have a kitchen,

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outside the shanty. This morning we had inspection, and
afterwards each shanty was inspected by the colonel and
staff. "Ah!" said he, "this looks like a soldier's house."
Our roof is of shingles, out of trees felled by our own hands.
Our beds are made of light poles laid close together; they
have a pleasant spring to them and I think as agreeable a
bed as I ever slept in. Yesterday I put up a rack for the
guns, and everything is now in first-rate order. Who knows
how long we will be here to enjoy the fruit of our labors?
Our disaster in Kentucky is much to be deplored. Yet
our men fought well till they were overpowered.

I have been promoted to the rank of corporal of the
Color Guard, (about two months ago.) Intend trying to
improve the months of inactivity by reading and studying
German. I received from you the other day some gloves
and sugar plums. The last article was particularly accept
able. Don't try to send me anything, for it is so uncertain,
and I have everything I want. Love to all.

Among the other literature that occupied me during
these few brief weeks in winter quarters, I find note
of the following: some of the works of Spenser, the
poet, and his Life; Macaulay's Essay on Madame
D'Arblay, and the latter's famous novel, " Evelina";
also Carlyle's "Heroes and Hero-worship." And
among the subjects discussed in our mess, I find the
following: Vattel and Philmore on International Law;
Humboldt's works and travels; the African explora
tions of Harth, the great German traveller, from the
Atlantic almost to the Red Sea, in a line a few degrees
above the equator; the influence of climate on the
human features; the culture of cotton; the laws relat
ing to property, etc. In further illustration of the high
character of the rank and file of the Confederate Army,

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I may mention that in the Rockbridge Artillery (Va.)
(one company) there were, in 1861, seven Masters of
Arts of the University of Virginia (a degree very diffi
cult of attainment there), twenty-eight college grad
uates, and twenty-five theological students, — all these
serving as private soldiers.

I may also mention that the present eminent profes
sor of oriental languages in Harvard University, Dr.
Crawford H. Toy, was a private in a Virginia regiment.
He was found by a friend in an interval of the battle
of Cold Harbor in June, 1864, lying on his oil-cloth,
immersed in the study of Arabic. Major Robert Stiles,
in his fascinating book, "Four Years under Marse
Robert," writes:

"I had lived for years at the North, had graduated recently
from Yale, and had but just entered upon the study of law
in the City of New York when the war began. Thus torn
away by the inexorable demands of conscience and of loyalty
to the South, from a focal point of intense intellectual life
and purpose, one of my keenest regrets was that I was
bidding a long good-by to congenial surroundings and com
panionships. To my surprise and delight, around the
camp-fires of the First Company, Richmond Howitzers,
I found throbbing an intellectual life as high and brilliant
and intense as any I had ever known."

He adds that no law school in the land ever had
more brilliant or powerful moot court discussions than
graced the mock trials of the Howitzer Law Club.

"I have known," he says, "the burial of a tame crow . . .
to be dignified not only by salvos of artillery, but also by
an English speech, a Latin oration, and a Greek ode, which
would have done honor to any literary or memorial occasion
at old Yale."

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Nor was this high type of men confined to the troops
of Maryland and Virginia. By no means. In the
Louisiana regiments, for instance, in Dick Taylor's
brigade, besides his " gentle Tigers/' who were indeed
chiefly of a decidedly tough element, the Seventh
and Ninth Louisiana were largely made up of planters
and the sons of planters, and the majority were said
to be men of fortune. And so it was in many regi
ments from the other Southern States.

The following from my diary shows the feeling of
a youth of nineteen about the deteriorating influence
of army life.

"Friday, Jan. 24th, 1862. Nearly seven months have
flown by in my soldier's life, and they have been months
of external activity, but activity of the body only. It has
been a period of mental slumber — nay, sloth — for the
mind has not even dreamed, it has stagnated, — the outward
life, the daily duties of a soldier, have been all-absorbing,
and reflection — the turning of the mind back upon itself —
has been almost entirely obscured. This has been the ten
dency, but need not have been the result, except to a degree,
of circumstances. The gaze of men has been upon me
by day, and by night wearied nature has claimed repose.

" I wish to begin anew a reflective life, now that a breath
ing spell is afforded after the labors of the campaign. In
this humble hut, when my companions are wrapt in slumber,
I will say to my mind 'Be free!' I desire also to improve
the time, and to discipline and drill my mind. To this
end, daily reading, a greedy ear, and a summing up at
the end of each day of what I have learned by reading,
by listening, and by observation, will be conducive."

What a boy of nineteen thought of " Evelina
thus set down under date of Feb. 1, 1862:

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"I read the story before knowing anything of the estab
lished reputation and great merit of Miss Burney. The
admiration then which the purity and simplicity of her
style, and the vivacity of her wit awakened in me, was totally
unprejudiced. I received her book as she threw it on
the world, with no recommendation save its own intrinsic
merits. The simple truth of her delineation of character,
and the exalted morality which pervades the whole book,
struck me with great force, even while ignorant of the literary
period in which she wrote, when novels were generally
vicious, and always indelicate. The character of Evelina
approaches as near as may be my ideal of female delicacy
and refinement. Yet she seems to me to have lacked
firmness and decision on several occasions, and to have
shown too facile and yielding a disposition. Macaulay's
critique is extremely interesting. He places the author
in the rank of eminent English novelists, yet denies her
the first rank."

One day word came to our quarters that two ladies
desired to see my cousin, W. Duncan McKim, and my
self at Fairfax Station. This was exciting news, but
I found Duncan very reluctant to obey the summons.
In civilized life he had been rather exquisite in dress
and manners, and he shrank from appearing in the
presence of ladies, surrounded as they would be by
well-dressed and well-mounted staff officers, in his
rough private's garb. He seemed particularly sensi
tive about wearing a roundabout jacket instead of a
coat before them. However, he yielded to my persua
sions, and we prepared to go to the station, brush
ing and polishing up to the best of our ability. I think
we succeeded in finding or borrowing, each, a white
collar for the occasion!

The ladies who had summoned us were Miss Hetty

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Gary, of Baltimore, and Miss Connie Gary, of Virginia.
They had ridden to Fairfax Station on the cow-catcher
of an engine to visit the army, and when we approached
they were on horseback in the midst of a bevy of
mounted officers, for they were both famous beauties,
and, besides, enthusiastic friends of the cause. When
the young lieutenant who had ridden to our camp to
deliver the message saw us coming he pointed us out
to the ladies, saying, " There come your friends."
We heard afterwards (fortunately not then) that they
told him he must be mistaken — those men could not
be the gentlemen they were expecting. Doubtless we
were much changed and looked very rough. It was
embarrassing for us; but when we were near enough
to be recognized, they were most gracious and soon
put us at our ease.

Life in winter quarters was varied by a very occa
sional excursion. Thus, under date of February 6, I
find the following entry:

" On Tuesday I rode to Centre ville and passed a delightful
day, principally in the genial company of my dear friend
Galliard. He is a man of sweetness of disposition and such
warmth of feeling as is rarely met with; and he is withal
so intelligent in his conversation, and so spirited and reso
lute in his actions that no one that knows him could
withhold their admiration. I borrowed of him Carlyle's
" Heroes and Hero-worship." On my return I found a letter
from Tom Mackall. He is in his cousin Colonel Mackall's
office, and he is Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston's adjutant-
general at Bowling Green, Ky. His letter is full of interest,
and I have learned more from it of the Bowling Green army
and the situation of affairs in that quarter than by all that
has been in the papers since the place was occupied. The
army (he thinks) is a very fine one, equal in many respects

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to our army here, — deficient in the manual of arms and
in 'the cadenced step/ but familiar with the evolutions
not only of the battalion and the brigade, but also of the
division. He is much struck with the remarkable superi
ority of the horses and mules to those in this army. The
army too is much better provisioned. He tells me he
is confident if I get a certificate from Colonel Steuart
and go out there, his cousin, Colonel Mackall, will appoint
me drill master with rank and pay of first or second lieu
tenant."

How thankful I feel that I did not take this bait
and leave the army of Lee and Jackson, but contented
myself with my place as a private soldier in the Army
of Northern Virginia, and so had part in the great cam
paigns of 1862, 1863, and 1864.

I have mentioned above the name of Gen. Albert
Sidney Johnston, the commander of the western
Confederate Army. He fell, as will be remembered,
at the battle of Shiloh, April 6th, 1862, in the moment
of a great victory achieved by his masterly strategy
and his indomitable resolution. Nothing is clearer
than that, had he lived to follow up his success and carry
out his plans, General Grant's army would have been
destroyed before General Buell with his fresh troops,
25,000 strong, could have reached him. I embrace
this opportunity of paying the tribute of my reverent
admiration to this great soldier and knightly Chris
tian gentleman, and I would recall to the reader the
fact that he lost his life as a result of his chivalrous
act in imperatively requiring his surgeon, who should
have been by his side, to go to the help of the Federal
wounded on the field of battle from which their army
had been driven. " These men," he said, "have been

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our enemies; they are now our prisoners. Do all you
can to relieve their sufferings.'7

Had the surgeon been with General Johnston when
he received his wound, he could easily have saved
his life. He bled to death from a wound in the lower
part of the leg. This unselfish act of his at Shiloh sur
passes the deed of Sir Philip Sidney at Ziitphen, which
has made him an immortal example of generous
chivalry.

This brief sketch of life in winter quarters would be
incomplete without some reference to the religious
services which some of us conducted in our company.
Our chaplain was a man without much force, and with
still less zeal for his sacred functions, so that we felt
the need of supplementing his efforts. Under date
of Jan. 30th, 1862, I find the following:

"For the third or fourth time in these singular months
since July last, I endeavored to give an impetus to my
cherished idea of social prayer-meetings, and this time (the
beginning of Dec., 1861) with marked success. They were
held nightly, instead of weekly, or occasionally, as before.
At first we met in private tents, but finally we procured a
tent for the purpose, "and fitted it up with rude benches
so as to accommodate twenty-five or thirty men. Gradually
our numbers had increased, and this would hardly give
seats to as many as would come. Among the attendants
were some from the other companies of the regiment.
Captain Murray was a regular and devout attendant. I
began to feel grateful for the success of the effort in its
outward manifestations, and hopeful of its inward benefit
to the soldiers of the regiment. Giraud Wright, George
Williamson, Valiant, and myself regularly conducted the
meetings. Giraud and I used extempore prayer; the others

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the forms of the Prayer-book. This continued till we broke
up our camp at Centreville and removed to our present
position. In the hurry of departure, I forgot the tent and
it was left behind. This loss, together with the all-absorbing
employment of building our winter quarters has broken
up this hopeful work. I cannot acquit myself of much
blame on this account. Thus, after five or six weeks this
effort, like its predecessors, was discontinued."

But another effort was made, for on Tuesday, Feb.
4th, I wrote in my diary:

"On Saturday evening I again commenced the prayer-
meetings. Only a few came, but I felt sure the numbers
would increase. The next day I was sent over to Major
Snowden's headquarters as corporal of the guard and was
obliged to stay all night. I read the xxvuth chapter of
St. Matthew aloud to the men on guard."

Later in the war a wave of religious interest and
revival swept over the entire Army of Northern Vir
ginia, — but it has often been described and I need
not dwell upon it here.

CHAPTER VII

A WINTER FURLOUGH

AS the spring of 1862 approached, the Confederate
authorities were confronted by the prospect
of seeing their armies melt away in face of the enemy,
by reason of the fact that most of the regiments had
been enlisted for but one year. So, to encourage
reenlistment, a furlough of thirty days and a bounty
of fifty dollars were offered to all volunteers who should
reenlist "for two years" [so my diary reads, but my
memory says "for the war" - and this I think is cor
rect], "provided not more than one-fifth of a regiment
shall be absent at one time." Hearing this news, I
told Watkins and Inloes of it, "and proposed to them
to embrace the offer." "Next day we went round
and talked to those of the regiment who were in camp
(the bulk of it being on picket), and finally seven agreed
to reenlist." "In a few days we will get our furlough
and the bounty of fifty dollars and leave this delectable
place!"

Words cannot express the delight a soldier felt at
the prospect of a return to "civilization" for the space
of thirty days. To have the opportunity of a daily
bath, or at least a daily "wash up"; to change one's
clothes; to sleep in a bed; to hear no "reveille" at
four in the morning; not to be disturbed in the evening
by the inevitable "taps"; to sit down at a table covered

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with a white cloth; not to be met at every meal by the
unvarying "menu" of " slap-jacks and bacon," or
" bacon and soda biscuit," -yes, to feast on the "fat
of the land" before the land had grown lean and hun
gry, as it did in another twelvemonth; to bask in the
smiles of the noble women of the Confederacy; to enjoy
once more their delightful society; to be welcomed
and feted like a hero wherever you went by the men
as well as the women, — all this was an experience
the deliciousness of which no man who has not been
a Confederate soldier can have any idea of, — and the
private soldier enjoyed it in a higher degree than the
commissioned officer, for he generally had a few more
comforts, or at least a few less hardships, than the sol
diers in the ranks. True, we Maryland boys had no
home waiting to open its doors to us during our fur
lough, but the Virginians always gave us a peculiarly
warm welcome, and, because we were exiles, did their
best to make us feel that their homes were ours. The
soldiers of the Union were well clothed and well fed, but
they could never have such a welcome as we had, or
be such heroes as we were when they went on furlough,
because there was no such solidarity of feeling in the
North as there was in the South. The condition of
the two peoples was entirely different. The Southern
soldier was fighting to repel invasion. He was regarded
as the defender of the homes and firesides of the people.
The common perils, the common hardships, the com
mon sacrifices, of the war, welded the Southern people
together as if they were all of the same blood, all of
one family. In fact, there was, independently of the
war, a homogeneity in the South that the North knew
nothing of. But when the war came all this was

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greatly intensified. We were all one family then.
Every Confederate soldier was welcomed, wherever he
went, to the best the people had. When he approached
a house to seek for food or shelter, he never had the
least misgiving as to how he would be received. The
warmest welcome and the most generous hospitality
awaited him — that he knew beforehand.

Such an experience, even though it lasted but thirty
or forty days, was a compensation for much that he
endured. The memory of it lingers delightfully after
eight and forty years. We could truly say, "Olim
meminisse juvabit." And to have passed four years in
such an atmosphere, to have felt one's self a unit in such
a society, where all hearts beat as one, where all toiled
together, and suffered together, and hoped and gloried
together, or else bent before the same blast of adver
sity, — that was something to have lived for — some
thing to die for, too — something the fragrant memory
of which can never pass away.

In my case, however, there was more even than
this. Allied, through my noble mother, with many
of the old families of Virginia, — the Randolphs, the
Harrisons, the Carters, the Pages, the Nelsons, the
Lees (to name no more), — I found myself among kins
folk wherever I went in the old State. During my
thirty days furlough, which somehow was lengthened
out to forty days, I visited Clarke County, and then
Richmond and the James River, and Lynchburg, and
Fredericksburg and Charlottesville and Staunton, and
in all those places I was welcomed by people of my own
blood, who knew all about me, and who received me,
not only with cordiality because I was a Confederate
soldier, but with affection because I was a relative.

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So on my travels, those six weeks, I had "the best
time going " and was as happy as the days were long.
Millwood, Clarke County, was my first objective.
Taking the train at Manassas, February 7th, I
got out at Piedmont, where fortunately I found a
conveyance which took me as far as Upperville. To
quote from my diary:

"For the second time I travelled over that road, but this
time in a different direction, under different circumstances
and for 'a different purpose. All the scenes and occurrences
of the 19th, 20th, and 21st of July came vividly back. How
weary and worn had I trudged with musket and knapsack
over that same road, little conscious of the eventful scene I
was soon to play a part in. It was a moonlight night and
I recognized each turn in the road and each spring by the
wayside."

It was late when I reached Bollingbrooke. The
family had retired to bed, and it was with difficulty
I waked them up. John Boiling was one of my mess,
and news of him was welcome, even at the midnight
hour. Next day, Willie, a younger son, drove me to
Millwood.

"At the highest point in the gap (through the Blue Ridge),
just beside the road stands a tree whose branches overshadow
parts of four counties : Fauquier, Loudon, Warren and Clarke.
We reached the Shenandoah before we expected to, so
pleasing was the road, and so busy was my mind recalling
each spot associated with the march of the 19th of July.
The river was swollen many feet above the watermark of
last summer. It swept on rapidly as if defying any attempt
to ford it a second time. Indeed, independent of its depth,
it would have been impossible for man or horse to stem
such a tide. . . . Willie Boiling told me that when he and

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his father drove to our camp at Winchester last summer
a little boy at the ford directed them purposely to drive
into a deep hole, and when they were almost drowned,
rolled over on his back on the river bank, convulsed with
laughter. They were obliged to take the horses out and
hire some men to drag the wagon out with ropes. It appears
it was this boy's habit to hang about the ford and watch
for strangers and make them drive into this hole for his
amusement. He could not have been more than eight or
nine years of age."

I was again the guest at Millwood of one of my
mother's sisters, Mrs. Wm. Fitzhugh Randolph, to
whom I have already referred.

"Aunt Randolph makes a baby of me. I am not allowed
to wait on myself — not even to pick up a pin ! At my
age I do not particularly enjoy swaddling bands!"

Here I lingered for twelve days of my precious thirty,
visiting many of the delightful country homes, din
ing out, spending the night in some cases, singing
with the girls, sleigh-riding, attending a wedding,
and other festivities.

At "The Moorings" lived the family of my quon
dam navy cousin, now Major Beverly Randolph. At
" Saratoga" I was welcomed by my charming cousins,
Mary Frances and Lucy Page. We sang together
"Maryland, my Maryland," and I sang for them
"The Leaf and the Fountain," "The Pirate's Glee,"
and "Silence," which they seemed pleased with. I
dined also at stately "Carter Hall," and my diary
mentions that "seven, eight, and nine o'clock struck
while we were at the dinner table." They "compelled
me to stay all night," — to my sorrow, for breakfast

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was not served next day till eleven o'clock, and this
to a soldier disciplined for months to answer roll-call
at four A.M. was no small trial! " Bored to death,"
was my memorandum of this. Another day I dined
at "New Market " with my cousin Dr. Robert Ran
dolph, and was warmly received and as usual " com
pelled to stay all night." Cousin Lucy (Dr. R.'s
wife) "was very affectionate and kissed me." "Next
morning, after prayers, seeing an old lady with a cap
on come into the room," I supposed she was Mrs.
Randolph, "though looking much older than on the
previous evening." Accordingly "I saluted her with
a kiss before the old lady had time to show her sur
prise," and before I discovered that it was Mrs. Bur-
well, Mrs. Randolph's mother. We had never met
before, but nobody seemed surprised at what I had
done.

I may here set down a remark in my diary to this
effect: "I have never heard anyone here address any
one else by a more formal title than ' cousin.' What
ever the company, it is always the same."

This reminds me of Michelet's description of Bur
gundy, which is applicable in several respects to Vir
ginia. However, the only part of it I can now recall
is this, "It is a land of joyous Christmases, where
everyone calls everyone else ' cousin." My diary
mentions also the wedding of Mr. Warren Smith and
Miss Betty Randolph, which took place at "New
Market" at five P.M., "with eight bridesmaids."
The entertainment which followed was prolonged
till one o'clock next morning.

Such was the happy gayety and the prodigal hos
pitality in old Clarke County the first winter of our

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cruel war. It had not yet felt the iron heel of the
invader. The winters that followed till 1865 would
tell a different tale. It is still a beautiful country,
and some of the fine old homesteads still survive,
though few of them are owned by the same old
families.

I next turned my steps, February 20th, to Rich
mond, the capital of the Confederacy, where I
found another nest of relatives and many friends.
At Piedmont, where I struck the railroad and spent
the night, "I wrote some blank verse rather to vent
my feelings than to while away the time, " -the
subject whereof has not been preserved in my record!
Met many old acquaintances on the way, and made
some new ones, among them a very clever and charm
ing young lady, with whom I had aa long conver
sation on the subject of matrimony," - altogether
impersonal, however!

I was just in time for the inauguration of Mr. Jeffer
son Davis as President of the Confederate States of
America. It took place February 22d, in the Capitol
Square, amid a downpour of rain. In the evening
the President held a levee which I attended in com
pany with Mrs. James Lyons and Miss Mary Lyons,
enjoying myself hugely, and finding Mr. Davis very
gracious and affable. He was a man of fine presence
and of distinguished abilities, as was well recognized
in ante bellum days when he was Secretary of War,
and later when he represented Mississippi in the
United States Senate. It was he who first projected
a transcontinental railway. His State papers were
models of vigorous English. He was a graduate of
West Point, and had shed his blood gallantly in the

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Mexican War. Had he been quite ignorant of mil
itary matters, he would have been a more successful
President. In that case it is likely Robert E. Lee
would have been made commander-in-chief in 1862,
instead of in 1865, when it was too late.

The Southern people forgave all his mistakes and
set him on high as their martyred President, when
Gen. Nelson Miles put him in irons at Fortress Mon
roe after the war was over. He was a man of exalted
character, and had a knightly soul.

In Richmond I met " acquaintances innumerable,"
and many relations, among the former "Tom Dudley"
(destined to be a famous bishop), with whom I dined.
He was, I think, in one of the departments of the
government in Richmond.

The very next day, February 23d, Fort Donelson
fell, and my Uncle Peyton's son, Dabney Harrison,
was killed, gallantly leading his company. He was
a Presbyterian minister, but felt the call to defend his
State from the invader, and, doffing his ministerial
office, raised a company in his own congregation and
was elected its captain. His course and his fate
were similar to those of Bishop Polk, who laid aside
his episcopal robes and became lieutenant-general
in the Southwestern Army — with this difference,
that he had had a military education at West Point.
General Pendleton, Lee's chief of artillery, was an
other example of a clergyman entering the army as a
combatant.

The same day my uncle lost his daughter Nannie
by scarlet fever at Brandon on the James River.
The previous July, at the battle of Manassas, the dear
old gentleman had lost another son, Capt. Peyton

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Harrison, and still another, Wm. Wirt Harrison, had
been severely wounded. Not long afterwards, his
married daughter Mary, Mrs. Robt. Hunter, died
in childbed, her illness brought on prematurely by a
raid of the Federal soldiers. Still later his son,
Dr. Randolph Harrison, was wounded and died, and
his youngest son Harry was taken prisoner.

He bore it all like a noble Roman — or rather like
a brave Christian, which he was. The story of this
family is that of many another in the South.

I may here mention that I had' twenty-four first
cousins in the Confederate Army on my mother's
side, most of them bearing the name of Harrison.

After some halcyon days in Richmond among my
many friends, college mates, and kinsfolk, I took the
steamboat, February 26th, down the river to upper
Brandon, the home of my mother's sister, Mrs. Wm.
B. Harrison and her husband. There I indulged in the
sport of wild duck shooting several times with vary
ing luck. George Harrison, a year younger than I,
was at home, and we had long talks over the fire till
the "wee sma' hours," much of it about the Christian
ministry, to which we both aspired, and we usually
ended with united prayer.

The following Sunday was the Fast Day appointed
by President Jefferson Davis, and we rode horseback
to Cabin Point to the Episcopal Church, and received
the holy communion together.

The following Sunday was stormy, so we had the
church service at home, and I read a sermon aloud.
I also examined Dr. A. T. Bledsoe's " Theodicy," --a
very able book, by the way.

The next day, March 3d, George and I set out for

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Jamestown Island, but the boat was caught in a fog
and obliged to return. On the 4th we started again
and reached the island, which we found fortified with
thirteen guns, Columbiads, thirty-two pounders, and
Dahlgrens. How strange a spectacle — the island
where the first English settlers landed in 1607 and
planted the seeds of English civilization, English lib
erty, and the English Church, fortifying itself against
the invasion of the descendants of the Puritans who
landed in 1620!

George's brothef and my dear friend, Capt. Shir
ley Harrison, was there in command of a company
of heavy artillery. He was "well, and living like a
lord"! Twice more we went ducking.

It is sad to reflect on the fate of my uncle's princely
home of Brandon, where in the old days as many as
forty guests would sometimes be entertained. It
was shelled later in the war by the Federal gunboats
and rendered untenantable. After the war financial
disaster overtook him and his sons, and the place was
sold for debt.

Lower Brandon and Berkeley were two other Harri
son seats, much older than my uncle's. The family's
history in America began in 1634 with Benjamin
Harrison, the emigrant. It was one of the most dis
tinguished in the old colonial days.

March 6th I returned to Brandon, and next day
drove with my uncle William to Petersburg, thirty
miles — roads very bad, and the journey took seven
hours. We found Richmond under martial law. March
8th I proceeded to Fredericksburg, where I was the
guest, at Kenmore, of another aunt, Mrs. Randolph
Harrison. Visited also "Santee," the home of Mr.

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Sam Gordon. Saw more Harrison soldiers, my cous
ins. The following extract from a letter to my mother,
written just before returning from furlough, may illus
trate the spirit of the Southern people at this time:

KENMORE, March 10, 1862.

~0ur affairs look dark, but not hopeless. The war may
be a long one, but it can have but one termination — our
independence. We are stimulated to new exertion, our
people are roused to action, and there exists a deep-seated
resolve in the heart of the nation, to choose extermination
before subjugation. "God and the Right " is our motto.
For my part, I have cast my lot irrevocably with this sacred
cause. I have reenlisted, and shall continue to do so until
the end is accomplished. If I fall, do not grieve for me.
Your son would prefer such a death to any but a martyr's,
and you will not be ashamed to think that I have died in
my country's cause. But I have no presentiment whatever,
— I only speak of possibilities.

Good-by, father, mother, brother, sisters. God bless you
all is my prayer.

On March llth I set out again for Millwood — why,
I do not know, for my thirty days furlough was at
an end, and I have no record of its extension — though I
conclude it must have been, for I would not have
been insubordinate, I am sure. I travelled by stage
as far as Mt. Jackson, but did not reach Millwood, for
Manassas had been evacuated, Winchester also, and
Clarke County was now in possession of the enemy.
I passed through Staunton, where I found more Har
rison relations, and then stopped at Greenwood
Depot with another sister of my mother, Mrs. Dr.
Garrett. Then to Charlottesville, where of course I

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met many friends, and also another daughter of my
Uncle Peyton, Mrs. Hoge, and the widow of my
cousin Dabney Harrison.

March 17th I set out again for camp, but was
"stopped" at Gordons ville and obliged to return to
"Edge Hill," where I had a nest of Randolph cousins
— among them Cousin Sarah, who later wrote that
charming book, "Domestic Life of Thomas Jefferson."
We had a most interesting horseback ride together to
Monticello, Jefferson's seat.

March 22d set Out once more for camp, and on the
23d, by walking ten miles from Culpeper Court House,
reached the regiment encamped on the Rappahannock,
having been absent six weeks.

I have given some account of my visits to different
parts of Virginia during my furlough because they
reflect the spirit and the life of the people at that
period of the war, February and March, 1862. There
was still much comfort, even luxury, in the manner
of living, and a spirit of joyousness and gayety among
the young. The war had not yet begun to press
heavily on the resources of the South. There had
been in Virginia but one great battle, and that had
resulted in so great a victory that there was an abso
lute confidence among all classes of the ultimate
success of the cause. This feeling was damped by
the reverses in the west at Fort Donelson, the last
week in February; and the surrender of so large a
force, in face of the indignant protest of Gen. N. B.
Forrest, was galling to the pride of the South. I
found everywhere I went a deep religious feeling.
At the great houses in Clarke County I was gener
ally asked to conduct family worship. The churches

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in Richmond and elsewhere were largely attended.
Among the young men, I found it easy to introduce
the subject of religion. The following entry in my
diary illustrates this:

"While at Brandon, George and I had some very sweet
interviews. One of them is peculiarly pleasant to recall.
He was speaking of his future prospects in life, and I turned
the conversation to the ministry, and was delighted to find
that he had himself frequently thought of it. I endeavored
to strengthen and encourage his inclinations to enter the
sacred calling. He told me it had been his sainted mother's
wish that he should devote himself to God, and that his father
echoes the same desire. Then I invited him to join me in
prayer, and with tears of penitence and humility we sought
God's blessing. . . . Never did we embrace with as much
tenderness and emotion as when we rose from that prayer
at the still midnight hour."

I brought back with me to camp thirty-four copies
of the New Testament for distribution and made
this entry:

"The campaign now opening is likely to be a very active
and also a very bloody one. How necessary to enter upon
it with a soul at peace with God, and a mind prepared for
any event!"

CHAPTER VIII

THE OPENING OF THE CAMPAIGN OF 1862

EARLY in March the war entered upon a new
phase. General McClellan had withdrawn from
Johnston's front at Manassas, and transported his
army by water to Fortress Monroe, and was now ad
vancing on Richmond by way of the peninsula, making
the York River and the James his bases. Undoubtedly
this was good strategy on his part, for it enabled him
to advance under protection of the Federal gunboats
nearly as far as Williamsburg. In fact, McClellan
established his lines on the Chickahominy, within
a day's march of Richmond, with very small loss,
fighting only one battle, the unimportant battle of
Williamsburg, in securing a position so near the cap
ital of the Confederacy. It cost General Grant, two
years later, a long and hard-fought campaign, with
many bloody battles, involving the loss of nearly
one hundred thousand men, to get as close to Rich
mond as his predecessor had done with only trifling
loss. So far, surely, the strategic honors were with
McClellan, and had he been given in 1862 the supreme
authority which Grant wielded in 1864, enabling him
to summon to his aid, as he earnestly wished to do,
General McDowell with his forty thousand men from
Fredericksburg, it is doubtful whether the army of

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Lee could have achieved the victory it did in those
seven days battles before Richmond.

Before my return to camp, Gen. Joseph E. John
ston had transferred the bulk of his army to the
peninsula to contest the advance of McClellan; Gen.
T. J. Jackson had been sent to the valley, and the
division of General Ewell was left on the old line.
Our regiment was attached to his command. Manas-
sas had been evacuated. Our log huts at Fairfax
Station had been left, and all our little accumulations
of comfort lost. Our tents had been burned at Manas-
sas, for what reason I do not know, and I found the
regiment bivouacking under their blankets stretched
over poles on a little rocky hill back of the Rappahan-
nock. My precious store of books had of course
been left behind and lost. We now had two months
of marching and countermarching, without any object
that we could divine, under conditions of more acute
discomfort than we had ever known before, enlivened
by an occasional skirmish or artillery duel. The fol
lowing sketch, under date of March 28th, may serve
as a sample:

"On the banks of the Rappahannock. The bridge is on
fire at both ends — the flames of a house on the opposite
side of the river darting fiercely up to the sky. Our regi
ment in line of battle. A shell has just passed hissing over
our heads. The bridge blows up as I write with a double
explosion. The Yankees are shelling the woods as they
advance. Our artillery on our left has just opened. I
suppose we intend protecting General Steuart's retreat. It
is not desired to fight unless the Federals press us hard. —
Another shell. — Another — An officer rides up and asks
for five rounds of cartridges from each man of our regiment.
He has but fifteen rounds to a man. We have forty. —

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The Baltimore Light Artillery fires its first shell. This is
their maiden engagement. The Federal infantry advances
toward the river; they are saluted by the Baltimore Light
Artillery from an eminence on our right. The enemy's
artillery changes position. As yet they have not found
our range. The bridge falls in with a rattle like the dis
charge of musketry, or the rattling of wagons. The Balti
more Light Artillery are firing round shot, and not shell,
as I supposed. — Infantry firing in rapid succession. One
of our companies (Goldsborough's) is engaged, deployed as
skirmishers. Now they are moving double quick (still as
skirmishers) by the left flank. The Artillery at the other
side has slackened its fire. — Chesney (Elzey's adjutant-
general) dashes past at full speed between us and our
skirmishers. — Musketry again from skirmishers. — Another
rattling crash, from the bridge, I suppose. — The Federals
discover the Baltimore Light Artillery and begin to open
on them. They reply, and it seems probable we shall
have a brisk artillery duel. They seem to have gotten the
range of our battery. . . . Wagons are seen on the other
side of the river. It may be an armed reconnoissance in
force after forage. The battery on our right has limbered
up, and is moving off. A shell bursts between — [Here we
were called to attention and moved off a mile or so from
the river. It was nearly dusk. The enemy shelled us as we
retreated up the railroad, but without doing us any damage.
General Elzeyand Captain Brockenbrough had a very narrow
escape: a shell burst just between them, throwing light on
their faces. The Baltimore Light Artillery did good practice,
driving the enemy's artillery twice from their position. Our
cavalry next day crossed the river and found two (artillery)
horses dead, and that several cannon balls had passed through
the house behind which the enemy took refuge.] "

On Good Friday, April 18th, we had another artil
lery duel.

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The weather was very severe through March and
far into April — "much rain and sometimes sleet or
snow. As late as April 10th the ground is covered
with snow frozen and the air is very keen. The moun
tains look beautiful in their white garments." March
ing and bivouacking without tents (which were not
supplied us again till April 6th), we had many rough
experiences, often drenched to the skin, and as the
wood was wet and soggy, sometimes it was next to
impossible to light a fire. A favorite device was to
get three fence rails and rest them at one end on the
ground, placing the other end on the third rail of the
fence, the middle rail depressed below those on either
side. This made a bed which kept us out of the mud,
while we covered with our blankets and made out to
be fairly comfortable — only the knots or other pro
tuberances of the rails made themselves objectionable.

In one of those " driving sleets"

"John Post and I constructed a bunk together with
blankets stretched over and straw to lie on. We were
obliged to retreat into it about one o'clock. We talked as
long as we could about old times and Monument street girls.
He read me an extract from a letter from R. N., and showed
me the daguerreotype of a mutual friend. Then we went
to sleep and would not have waked up till morning but for
the cold and rain on our feet and the water which gradually
crept under us. We went off about eleven o'clock from a
camp where the mud was ankle deep to a warm country
house (Mr. Wise's) just above Brandy Station, where we
stayed till next day."

Another entry, March 30th, is as follows:

"We awoke to the most disagreeable consciousness that
the rain of the day preceding was unabated, that our feet

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were wet and cold, that the straw on which we were lying
was almost saturated, and our bodies of course chilled with
the wet and cold."

The Mr. Wise mentioned above, who treated us
so hospitably (refusing compensation), used to keep
the Warm Springs, Va., and knew my father and
grandfather. It was Sunday, and Post and I sang
hymns together. Then we read the New Testament
and wrote letters to our people in Baltimore.

During the weeks of March when we had no tents
and when the weather was so inclement and our expo
sure so unusually severe, we would slip off to some
private house whenever opportunity offered and leave
could be obtained, and sometimes without leave.
Only in this way, I think, could we have endured the
ordeal. Often our only meal in camp was a piece
of hardtack and a piece of bacon toasted on a forked
stick. And when at length the tents were furnished,
orders were issued that they should be pitched every
night and struck every morning early — evidently
to prevent the enemy discovering our whereabouts.

I give here part of a letter written to my mother
on my twentieth birthday:

TUESDAY, April 15, 1862.

After dinner. — The regiment has gone out to drill, but
I am excused as cook. I have not told you of the receipt
of three letters from you all a few days ago. One dated
February 28th, from you (in which I am glad to find you
so cheerful, my precious mother); a second containing one
from Telly (Feb. 28), one from Sister Mary (Nov. 8th!!!),
and a third from Marge written on the 4th and 5th. How
exultantly I seated myself on my bunk and, strewing my

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letters around, devoured them one by one, over and over
again. I gave George Williamson your message, for which
he thanks you warmly; he sends kindest regards to you all.
So does Jim Howard. Telly's letter amused and enter
tained me greatly: he has "broken out" in so many new
places, I shall not know him when I see him. Tell him,
however, to stay where he is. He is so full of Shakespeare
and the classics that he will despise such a rough soldier
as his brother has gotten to be. But the funniest meta
morphosis in the boy is his conversion to the creed of Byron
and Cupid. He need not flatter himself that he can cut
me out in Annapolis. When I come home "from the wars,"
I will throw him in the shade completely by my "honorable
wounds," "deeds of valor," etc.! I can't thank you all
enough for your frequent letters; every one attests the spirit
of a love which I have not deserved and can never repay.
There was one for Duncan from sister Mary too, enclosed
in mine. He is, you know, on General Trimble's staff, his
aide-de-camp. You never saw such a change in a man in
your life. When he returned from Richmond with his
sunburnt hair cut off, his beard shaven, except mustache
and imperial "staff" boots replacing his old "regulations,"
and his dirty uniform exchanged for a nice new suit, it was
hard to recognize him. You may imagine how he was
changed by camp life, when I tell you that Mr. Rollings-
worth was introduced to him as Captain Jones, talked with
him some time, and finally left him to go in search of his
friend Duncan McKim, who he learned was in the hotel.
How fortunate he is to be with Carvel, Jim L., Wm. C.
(Carvel's brother-in-law), and on General Trimble's staff.
We were so amused at an incident over there some time since
before Jim and Duncan had their appointments. Geo. W.,
Duncan, and one other of our mess took dinner at the
General's. A Colonel Kirkland from Mississippi (or N. C.)
came in; after our boys left he remarked to Carvel: "Those
men are very well educated and have remarkably good

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manners for privates." I have been enjoying myself lately
in visiting about in the neighborhood (generally in quest
of meals). One day I got lost in an immense forest twelve
miles long; it was a sleety, misty day, and the water was an
inch deep all the way. I walked from eleven to three before
I came to a house; then I went in to dry myself, and was
invited out to dinner; returning I slept at another house
where were two very pretty ladylike girls; we talked together
some time, then I sang " Maryland" to a new audience, and
took my departure, though the old white-haired father
asked me to stay all night. I have been there once since,
and borrowed a volume of Mrs. Hemans' poems. There
is a beautiful stanza at the commencement of the " Forest
Sanctuary," which I will transcribe:

"The voices of my home! I hear them still!
They have been with me through the dreamy night —
The blessed household voices, wont to fill
My heart's clear depths with unalloyed delight!
I hear them still, unchanged : — though some from earth
Are now departed, and the tones of mirth —
Wild, silvery tones — that sang through days more bright,
Have died in others, — yet to me they come,
Singing of boyhood back — the voices of my home."

The poetry was certainly not of a very high order
of merit, but the sentiment waked a warm response
in the heart of the exile soldier boy.

On the evening of April 18th, Good Friday, orders
were received to leave our camp on the Rappahan-
nock and take up the line of march for Culpeper.

This is my entry on that occasion:

"We started at dusk after standing drawn up in line of
battle for an hour and a half in a furious storm of rain. We
could only turn our backs upon it and take it. At last,

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thoroughly drenched, we set out (along the railroad track),
and what with the darkness and the mud and the culverts
and cow-catchers we had a most miserable march. We
would move three or four steps and halt, then three or four
more and halt again — this, from dusk till two o'clock in
the night when we reached Culpeper, — six miles in seven
hours! Then laid us down in the rain and slept till morning.
No rations served out! Charlie Grogan and I were most
hospitably entertained by a Mrs. Patterson near Culpeper.
She gave us also ground coffee and green coffee, and offered
us sugar and salt."- •" Marched four miles on the road to
Madison Court House. Halted a couple of hours. Then
marched back in a drenching rain over muddy roads at
almost a double quick. Still no rations. Men almost
broken down with the weather and with fasting. Halted
a mile above Culpeper for the night; still raining hard.
Ground wet, wood soggy, air cold, men starved. In the
morning [it was Easter Sunday] set out again up the rail
road in a cold, driving rain. Redmond and I walked a
mile ahead and got a plain breakfast and tried to dry
ourselves. Rejoined the regiment and marched twelve miles
to Rapidan. Still no rations furnished. Stopped at Colonel
Taliaferro's to see Miss Molly. Had an elegant dinner —
enjoyed 'civilization.'" "Rode up from Rapidan to Orange
on the cars — five miles; got in ahead of the regiment;
stayed at a private house on the outskirts of the village,
at Mrs. Bull's. She and her pretty daughters pleased me
much. She invited me to stay all night, which I did.
After I got into bed, the door opened and two gentle
men came in with a candle. I started up and asked if I
had made a mistake. They said 'No,' and soon General
Trimble and I recognized each other." "Monday, April 21st,
1862. Rained pitilessly all day. The regiment rode up
to Gordonsville ten or twelve miles on open cars. This
is one of the severest experiences we have ever had. Friday
evening, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday exposed constantly

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to cold, drenching rain, with no shelter, and during two
whole days without anything to eat. Our blankets and
clothing were soaked with water: we marched wet, slept
wet, and got up in the morning wet. On the evening of
Monday we got tents . . . orders to march in the morning
with two days cooked provisions."

These quotations (rather tedious, I fear, to the
reader) show several things very clearly. First, the
wretchedness of our commissariat; second, the hard
ships of the Confederate infantrymen; and third, the
never-failing hospitality of the people of the country,
rich and poor alike.

What a debt of gratitude we poor weary, starved
men owed them, and especially the women, for their
goodness. They heartened us for our severe work,
and inspired us with fresh resolve to defend the coun
try from the invaders. How one would like to express
to them now (to such as may be still living) our heart
felt thanks for what they did for us eight and forty
years ago!

In the light of a narrative like this, the fortitude
and steadfast devotion of the Confederate soldier
stands out in strong light. How patiently he trudged
along those muddy roads, carrying musket and knap
sack, cold and wet and hungry day after day — with
out murmuring, without ever a thought of giving the
thing up, without regretting his act in leaving home
and exiling himself for the Confederate cause, though
his State had not seceded. I do not remember that
any of our men deserted then, or at any time during
the war. Not many of that regiment were as I was;
for Virginia was a second home to me, and everywhere
I went I found my mother's kin. This made it more

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natural and easier for me to stand up to the work
and stick to the Cause.

The frequent absences from the regiment, even
over night, which I have mentioned, seem to show a
lack of the strict discipline of which I have spoken
on a previous page as the characteristic of Colonel
Steuart. But I think that about this time he was
promoted to be brigadier-general, and given another
command; and besides two things are to be considered:
first, that under such circumstances, discipline was
necessarily and wisely relaxed, and, second, that our
commanding officer knew he could trust us to report
for duty in any emergency that might arise. Yet
failure to perform camp duty, or absence from roll-
call would bring its punishment. Several times I
mention having been put under arrest for the latter
omission, and once that I was made sergeant of the
guard for the night because of my absence at Orange
Court House.

The inclement weather of that unfriendly spring
continued nearly to the end of April. As late as the
25th we had snow, and about the same time my record
is, "In camp we have no shelter and it is almost im
possible to cook. This morning it is again raining
hard." And again, "Poor Giraud Wright sat up all
night in the rain over the fire, and is now sleeping
with his head resting on a chair."

Notwithstanding the cold, whenever the sun did
come out, Redmond and I would plunge into the chill
waters of the swift Rapidan and have a swim. Bath
ing was a rare privilege, and so much valued that it
was my habit during the winter at one of our camps
to break the ice and take a plunge in a pool of water

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by the side of the railroad. Under the genial sun we
would soon forget our miseries and enjoy the beauti
ful scenery sometimes spread out before us in our
marches. Here is a note of April 25th:

"This is a beautiful country, and highly cultivated.
Tobacco is successfully grown. Farms are large. Dwell
ings, all the way from Culpeper to Gordonsville and from
Gordonsville to this point on the Rapidan, are large and
handsome. . . . The spring has arrived very suddenly.
Vegetation has sprung as it were from death to vigorous life
without the usual intermediate stages. Fruit trees are all
in bloom except the later varieties. Even pear trees are
beginning to blossom. The wheat is luxuriant and wears
a constant and fresh verdure. The banks of the river just
above our camp are enchanting. The river flows narrow,
but deep, and very rapid. The banks, from which the water
has receded, are covered with the wildest and rankest
growth of weeds and flowers, the usual denizens of marshy
ground. Running along parallel to the right bank is a rocky
cliff, about forty or fifty feet high. It is covered with trees,
some of them growing out of the clefts in the rocks, and
many of them (wild cherry, dogwood, etc.) covered with
bloom. Ferns hang gracefully over the rocks, while the
level at the foot is completely carpeted with moss; from
wild flowers of every variety and hue spring up."

About this time Giraud Wright was made second
lieutenant in Doctor Thorn's company. He was the
eighth member of our mess (No. 5) who had received
a commission.

I have alluded to the fact that some of our companies
were enlisted for only twelve months. Well, on April
29th, an order came from General Elzey to these
companies to elect their officers in accordance with
the terms of the Conscript Act. Col. Bradley Johnson

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harangued the men and tried to induce them to con
form to the order, but they refused to elect any officers,
holding that the Conscript Act did not apply to Mary-
landers. The number of the men who had reenlisted
in February and taken the furlough was not large.
This was not because their interest in the cause, or
their loyalty, had cooled, but because almost every
man wanted to enter some other branch of the service,
-the cavalry, for instance, or the artillery. Col.
Bradley Johnson was much chagrined by the action
of the men just mentioned, and when, on May 17th,
Company "C" was mustered out of the service before
the rest of the regiment, and marched off to the rear,
he called out dramatically, as he pointed in the oppo
site direction, "Men of the First Maryland Regiment,
there is the way to the enemy."

In a letter written about this time, I said, "It seems
probable we will miss all the great struggles likely to
occur before this month is out." How little we knew
what was before us!

The first week of May — I believe it was May 2d -
we left Standardsville and marched across the moun
tain, fifteen miles, and camped in "Swift Run Gap,"
which we reached about nine P.M. Here we came in
touch with Stonewall Jackson's division. That astute
and able commander, in order to deceive the enemy's
scouts, gave orders that EwelPs division should occupy
the camp of his division, which marched out in the
dark, leaving its camp-fires burning, so that it should
appear that Jackson was still there. Then making a
forced night march, he was many miles away before
the morning light, marching to attack Milroy, west
of S taunt on, and leaving Ewell to await his return.

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Now began that campaign of Jackson in the valley
which has been so famous ever since and which estab
lished his reputation forever as a great soldier and a
brilliant strategist. But of this more later on.

While Stonewall was marching to West Virginia,
beating Milroy, and marching back again — which
occupied about three weeks — we remained in camp
at Swift Run Gap perhaps two weeks, where the monot
ony was varied for some of us by visits to the refined
and hospitable home of Doctor Jennings, whose charm
ing daughters greatly attracted us. There we had
music and song and bright and merry converse, which
speedily banished the memory of the hardships of
the past two months. There came to our camp here
three Frenchmen whose errand and whose identity
much mystified us. One of them, de Beaumont,
claimed to be an officer in the Chasseurs d'Afrique.
They were suspected of being spies, but we had no
proof.

May 16th we marched seventeen miles (in the
rain, of course) over a bad road and camped near
Columbia Bridge. May 17th marched to the top of the
mountain as if Gordonsville were our pbjective, -
" beautiful scenery, delightful atmosphere, and water
bursting, sparkling and cold, from the rocks."
Under this inspiration and without any emergency that
I can recall, we made the three and one-half miles in
forty-five minutes, though the mountain road was
steep. We were in the habit of making seven miles
in two hours, but that day we beat our record.

After spending Sunday the 18th on top of the moun
tain in sight of Culpeper and Luray, we marched
next day down the mountain and back to Columbia

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Bridge, a distance of thirteen miles. The weather
was very warm. As soon as we had stacked arms
there was a break for the Shenandoah, where hundreds
of men were soon to be seen all along the banks stand
ing on the water's edge or in the water, washing them
selves or their clothes. The river was in flood, and
no one dared to attempt to swim across, till Redmond,
the athlete of our mess, a well-developed, well-seasoned
man of about thirty years of age, plunged in and struck
out for the opposite shore. He was watched with
breathless interest by almost the entire regiment,
and when at length he accomplished the feat, and stood
safe on the other bank, a great shout went up from
hundreds of throats. Not willing to be outdone, even
by Redmond, I also made the plunge and tempted
the flood. I crossed successfully, losing less distance
than he, and stepped out on the shore in triumph,
receiving, as he had received, the acclaim of the
crowd. But unfortunately I was seized with a chill
the moment after, and when I tried to swim back, my
strength left me after a few strokes, and I was at the
mercy of the current. I made up my mind that my end
had come and said my prayers accordingly, but, the
river making a sharp curve just there, I was carried by
the current near to shore, and by a desperate effort
succeeded in making a landing.

Two other misfortunes awaited me before that day was
done. I found myself afflicted as the Egyptians were on
a famous occasion (see Exodus viii. 16). The plague
which baffled the magicians, and of which they con
fessed to Pharaoh, "This is the finger of God/7 had long
since visited the Confederate camps, but till that unlucky
day I had been exempt. But now my turn had come.

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The same evening I yielded to temptation and
" supped at the hospitable board of Mr. Long, where
we had music and conversation." The result is thus
tersely stated in my diary: "Put under arrest in
consequence."

The first of these occurrences marks an experience
which was the very acme of our trials borne for the
cause. No hardship, or enforced self-denial of food,
or rest, or comfort, was as hard to bear. It brought
a sense of humiliation that is difficult to describe,
although it was just the inevitable consequence of the
conditions under which we lived. I set down the
unpleasant fact because my object in these pages is
to give a true picture of the life we led as private
soldiers.

CHAPTER IX

STONEWALL JACKSON'S VALLEY CAMPAIGN

ON the 22d of May, 1862, General Jackson returned
from his successful expedition against Milroy and
united his division with that of Ewell. From that day
the First Maryland Regiment was under "StonewalFs"
immediate command and marched and fought under
his eye. It will always be our pride and boast that
we had an active part in that marvellous campaign
of his in the valley of Virginia, from May 22d to June
10th, and that we so conducted ourselves as to win his
confidence and to be assigned such duty as could only
have been given a command which he thoroughly
trusted.

Of this great soldier a few words may here be said.
From the hour when, at the battle of Manassas,
General Bee pointed to him and cried to his wavering
South Carolinians, " There stands Jackson, like a
stone wall!" the rank and file of the army gave him
their complete confidence, and were ready to follow
wherever he led, and to attempt whatever he com
manded. Not so the authorities at Richmond. Not
so all the officers of high rank in the field. Generals
who had known him at West Point and remembered
that his scholastic rank was low, and that only by
patient plodding could he keep up with his class,
found it difficult to believe that Jackson could be a

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brilliant soldier. Those also who had known him as
the quiet and by no means inspiring professor at the
Virginia Military Institute felt the same scepticism^
They acknowledged his steadfast courage and his/
unflinching resolution. Those qualities had been dis-j
played by him in the Mexican War at Vera Cruz, Con-^
treras, and Chapultepec,1 and now again at Manassas
and at Kernstown, but his critics said, first, that he
was indeed the man to lead a forlorn hope into the
jaws of death, but had not capacity to command a
brigade; and when he had disproved this in battle,
they said that he could fight a brigade under the eye
of a capable superior officer, but could never fill an
independent command, which required strategy and
judgment. It will be remembered that, owing to the
representations of General Loring, in the winter of
1861, the Richmond authorities so hampered and
interfered with Jackson that he wrote his resignation,
resolving to enter the ranks as a private soldier, and that
it was only with great difficulty he was induced to
withdraw it. The prejudice he encountered in high
quarters was such that at each step forward that he
made toward military greatness his detractors had
fresh objections to make to his further advancement.
"He might do to command a brigade, but not a divi
sion." Next, "Well, he had done pretty well as a
division commander, but could never handle an army
independently." It was not till after the brilliant
series of victories which he won in the valley in 1862

1 When asked after the close of the Mexican War if he felt no trepi
dation when so many were falling around him at Chapultepec, he replied,
"No, the only anxiety of which I was conscious during the engagement
was a fear lest I should not meet danger enough to make my conduct

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that the voice of detraction was silenced. And even
after that at Malvern Hill, when Jackson ordered a
charge, General Whiting was heard to exclaim, " Great
God! Won't some ranking officer come, and save us
from this fool!" He came!

All the while the soldiers of the army adored
him. His appearance at any part of the line al
ways and instantly roused the greatest enthusiasm,
and wild shouts rent the air as long as he was in
sight. On these occasions he would put spurs to
his horse and gallop out of sight as soon as possible.
This popularity was the more remarkable when it is
remembered that he was very stern, very silent, very
reserved, and by no means an ideal leader in appear
ance. His figure was bad, his riding was ungraceful
(he rode, as I remember him, with short stirrups and
with one shoulder higher than the other), and his uni
form usually rusty, with scarce anything to mark him
out as a general. He never made a speech to his sol
diers, he was a stern disciplinarian, exacting implicit
obedience not only from the rank and file, but from the
brigadiers and major-generals. Let one of these fail
to march with his brigade or division at the hour
prescribed in Jackson's orders, and he might expect
to be put under arrest with no more ceremony than if
he had been a second lieutenant or a sergeant of the
guard. And then the men knew that Stonewall would
march them hard, and fight them hard, and require
the greatest sacrifices of them. At the battle of Kerns-
town General Garnett held his position until his brigade
had been decimated and then, overwhelmed with num
bers, retreated without Jackson's order. For this
Jackson rebuked him and put him under arrest.

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In nearly all these respects he was a contrast to
Gen. Robert E. Lee, who was elegant in person and
handsome in features, a superb rider, the very beau
ideal of a soldier, urbane, also, and gracious in manner,
with a native dignity which stamped him as a king
of men. He had also the rare gift of a rich and melo
dious voice, which alone would have marked him out
in any company. While no man, not even Jackson,
could have been a more lion-hearted and aggressive
fighter than Lee, yet he lacked the other's strictness
and severity as a disciplinarian. It has been said of
him that he was too epicene, too gentle, and indeed,
if he had a fault as a commander, it lay in that direc
tion. There were occasions when more of Jackson's
sternness and inflexibility in dealing with his generals
would have been conducive to success on the field of
battle.

These two great soldiers were types respectively of
the Puritan and the Cavalier. Jackson was a Presby
terian, with many of the Puritan's characteristics. He
was Oliver Cromwell, without his selfish ambition.
Robert E. Lee, on the other hand, was a devout and
loyal son of the Episcopal Church, a Cavalier in bearing
as he was in blood, but with a simplicity and purity
of character that was certainly not characteristic of
King Charles's gallant and dashing leaders. But
though they were thus men of very different types, they
completely trusted and understood one another, and
formed a combination that was well nigh irresistible.
Lee regarded Jackson as his right arm, while it is on
record that Jackson said of Lee that he was the only
man he would be always willing to follow blindfolded.

I need say nothing of the great place this modest

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and reticent soldier, Thomas J. Jackson, made for him
self among the great captains of history. Distinguished
military critics like Lt. Col. G. F. R. Henderson (whose
two volumes on the life and career of Stonewall Jackson
are the classic on the subject) have said all that need
be said on that subject — and said it with authority.
I remember hearing General Miles (at that time com-
mander-in-chief of the United States Army) speak of
him with the most enthusiastic admiration. In his
estimation Jackson was beyond question the greatest
soldier developed in our Civil War. His name was
equivalent in value to a corps d'armee. He said that
in the Federal Army he inspired at all times the great-
jest apprehension. " We never knew whether he would
descend upon us on the right flank, or the left, or out
•of the clouds. He was the very embodiment of the
genius of war, and, had he lived, in my opinion the
South must certainly have succeeded. I have gone
carefully over the history of the campaigns that fol
lowed his death, and there were at least half a dozen
critical occasions when, in my opinion, his presence
would have certainly insured victory to the Confederate
Army.7'

I give this utterance of General Miles, not as express
ing my own opinion (which of course is of no conse
quence on a subject demanding the knowledge of an
expert military critic), but only as a sample of the
exalted estimate in which General Jackson is held
among military men. What I think most extraor
dinary is, that this plain soldier wrote his name so
high on the roll of the great soldiers of the world's
history in so short a time. It was less than two years
between his first battle, that of Manassas, July 21st,

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1861, and his last immortal victory at Chancellors vill6
on the 3d of May, 1863. Indeed it might be said that
he carved his great fame in one short twelvemonth, -
for the battles that have made his name immortal
were all fought between May 25th, 1862, and May 3d,
1863.

I will only add that unquestionably one of the feat
ures of Jackson's character which commanded the
confidence of the soldiers was his sincere piety and his
strong faith. The men of that army believed in God,
and they liked to feel that the leader whom they fol
lowed was a man of God and a man of prayer.

There are many anecdotes that might be told in
illustration of " Stonewall's " devout religiousness, but
they are probably familiar to most of those who will
read these pages.

He was a man of prayer, and often while his soldiers
slept, this devout soldier was pouring out his soul in
supplication,

"Appealing for his native sod,
In forma pauperis to God;
' Lay bare thine arm — stretch forth thy rod,
Amen.' That's Stonewall's way."

After his death one of his grim veterans said the Lord
sent his angels to escort " Stonewall" to heaven, but
they could not find him anywhere in the precincts of
the camp. So they returned to the heavenly courts
to make report to that effect, when to their astonish
ment there he was. "Old Jack" had outflanked the
angels and got to heaven before them!

It was on the 22d of May that Jackson united his
two divisions near Luray and began his movement

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against Banks. The following is the entry in my
diary:

"Marched through to Luray in fine spirits to the music of
our ' sullen drums/ and in the light of 'brightest eyes were
ever seen/ Made about seventeen miles on the road to
Front Royal. General Jackson with his army joined us
and created great enthusiasm. Next morning (23d) army
commenced moving at daybreak. Swell's and Johnson's
divisions passed us, while we halted. Orders came for the
Maryland regiment (our own) to take the advance. We
passed the two divisions without making a halt, marching
twelve miles on a stretch, seven of which we made in two
hours. Great enthusiasm as we passed through the army
at our rapid, swinging Zouave step, singing l Baltimore,
ain't you happy? ' Bradley Johnson made a stirring appeal
to some of Smith's men who had refused to do duty [because
their term of enlistment had expired]: they took up their
arms again. Halted some four or five miles outside of
Front Royal to rest. Then we advanced rapidly, capturing
the enemy's picket as we went. The Maryland regiment
(ours) was formed in line of battle and burst suddenly into
the town, driving the whole Federal force out at the other
end. Women and children, wild with delight and grati
tude, some with tears in their eyes, welcomed us as their
deliverers. I never felt the bliss of aiding my fellow men
so much as then. Fought several hours outside the town
with the First Maryland (Union) Regiment. Repulsed
them. Captured immense stores and 1400 prisoners. Saved
the bridge and several railway trains. That night the First
Maryland 'Rebels' stood guard over the First Maryland
'Loyals.' Next morning we carried them in triumph into
Front Royal, the scene of their former domination."

While the bullets were whistling through the streets
of the little town, a lovely girl of about fifteen years

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ran out of one of the houses and, waving a Confederate
flag, cried, "Go it, boys! Maryland whip Maryland !"
She was much excited and seemed unconscious of her
danger.

General Jackson's order that our regiment should
take the front and make the assault on the town was
due to the discovery that it was occupied by the First
Maryland Federal Regiment. He thus put us on our
mettle to show which were the best men and the truest
representatives of Maryland. It must be acknowl
edged that the "loyal" Mary landers were made of
good stuff. They put up a gallant fight and when, on
their defeat, they were pursued by our cavalry, they
would form in small squares and fight to the death.
My record says "only a score or two escaped."

Allusion is made above to our singing as we marched.
That we often did, and with fine effect — upon our
spirits! I have seen our men weary with a long march,
and dragging along without any semblance of order,
fall into line and march with cadenced step, almost
forgetting their fatigue, when some one would start
one of our familiar songs and the whole column would
instantly take it up.

Neither words nor tune had any merit, but there
was rhythm in it, at least, which appealed to the ear
and helped the step. One of our favorites was :
"Baltimore, ain't you happy,
We'll anchor by and by;
Baltimore, ain't you happy,

We'll anchor by and by.
We'll stand the storm, it won't be long,
We'll anchor by and by."

The verses were all identical, except that the apos-

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trophe was different. " Maryland" was invited to
be " happy," and "old soldiers" likewise, and "South
erners" and "Confederates," etc.

Still another prime favorite was "Gay and Happy."
the chorus of which ran:

" So let the wide world wag as it will,

We'll be gay and happy still;
Gay and happy, gay and happy,
We'll be gay and happy still."

This resolve to be "gay and happy" might be con
sidered heroic under the conditions that often environed
us. But sung by a ragged regiment, marching through
rain and mud, with weary limbs and empty stomachs,
the element of the ludicrous was often more conspicu
ous than the heroic.

Another favorite ran thus:

"As I was going to Derby,
'Twas on a market day,
I saw the biggest ram, sir,
That ever was fed upon hay.
The wool upon his back, sir,
It grew full two yards high,
And the horns upon his head, sir,
They reached up to the sky."

Chorus: "Oh, what a lie! Oh, what a lie!"

The verses that followed were of the same high order
of poetical merit! They were always sung by a little
fellow who had a high tenor voice and the chorus was
then sung by the rest of the regiment. The effect of
several hundred voices roaring out, "Oh, what a lie!
Oh, what a lie!" was very grotesque and amusing.

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The fact is we were soldier boys, and sometimes the
"boy" was more in evidence than the "soldier." In
camp we had a more varied repertoire of songs, such
as " Maryland, my Maryland," "The Bonnie Blue
Flag," "There's Life in the Old Land Yet," — and of
course, " Dixie." We had also some of our college
songs on occasion. A Richmond gentleman added the
following verses to Mr. Randall's "Maryland":

" Cheer up, brave sons of noble sires,
Of Maryland, my Maryland!

Strike for your altars and your fires,
Maryland, brave Maryland!

The tyrant's power must soon grow less,

Virginia feels for thy distress,

Thy wrongs she surely will redress,
Maryland, brave Maryland!

"When the despot's power is flown,

From Maryland, dear Maryland;
And liberty's regained her throne,
In Maryland, old Maryland;
Then shall her sons once more be free,
Her daughters sing of Liberty,
And close united ever be

Virginia and Maryland.

I may here transcribe some verses that appeared in
the Baltimore South:

"What will they say down South,

When the story there is told,
Of deeds of might, for Southern right,

Done by the brave and bold?
Of Lincoln, proud in springtime,

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Humbled ere summer's sun?
They'll say, ' 'Twas like our noble South,
They'll say, "Twas bravely done.'

" What will they say down South,

When hushed in awe and dread,
Fond hearts, through all our happy homes,

Think of the mighty dead?
And muse in speechless agony

O'er father, brother, son?
They'll say in our dear gallant South,

' God's holy will be done!'

" What will they say down South,

The matron and the maid,
When withered, widow'd hearts have found

The price that each has paid,
The gladness that their homes have lost

For all the glory won?
They'll say in our dear, noble South,

' God's holy will be done!'

'What will they say down South?

Our names both night and day
Are in their hearts, and on their lips,

When they laugh, or weep, or pray.
They watch on earth, they plead with Heaven,

Then foremost to the fight!
Who droops or fears when Davis cheers,

And God defends the right!"

After the fight at Front Royal referred to above, the
army moved on Winchester in two columns, Jackson by
Strasburg, Ewell by the straight road from Front Royal.
Our regiment made twenty-two miles that day, with
only dry crackers (nothing else) for rations. We

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seem to have left our blankets behind, that we might
march the faster, so that when night came we " couldn't
sleep/7 - it was so cold without them. This was on
Saturday, May 24th. Of the next day, Sunday, the
25th, I shall always have a vivid remembrance. It
was my first battle at Winchester. By three A.M. we
were in line of march, five miles from Winchester:

"As the sun rose, the Sabbath stillness was broken by
General Jackson's artillery on our left. Then the battle
commenced along the whole line. We pressed on through
the smoke and mist till we were nearly in the town."

For some time we could not see friend or foe, but
through the fog we could hear the orders of the Fed
eral officers to their men. Well, after three or four
hours heavy fighting the enemy yielded before the
charge of the Louisiana Brigade, and the whole line
dashed forward, entering the town by 8.30 A.M. "For
the first time in the valley, 'the Rebel yell,' that strange
fierce cry which heralded the Southern charge, rang
high above the storm of battle."

I would like to pay a passing tribute to that fine
soldier and gallant gentleman, Gen. Dick Taylor, who
commanded the Louisiana Brigade. Enough to say
that he speedily won the confidence of Jackson as a
resolute and skilful commander, — though when he
heard him utter an oath he said, "I'm afraid you are
a wicked fellow." His conduct and that of his splen
did brigade on this occasion elicited universal admira
tion. Ewell cheered himself hoarse as he witnessed
their charge. It was in truth a gallant feat of arms.

Strange sights were seen in those two days of fighting
before Winchester, — Federal cavalrymen strapped

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to their saddles, so that when made prisoners and
ordered to dismount they couldn't obey till time was
given them to unstrap themselves, — and soldiers
equipped with breastplates to protect them from the
musket balls!

In the rush into Winchester that morning of May
25th I suffered a serious loss — serious in my eyes, at
least, at the time.

At Front Royal I had filled my haversack with "good
things" from the captured stores; and during our
rush at double quick into the town, the strap broke,
and away went all the rich stores it contained! I
groaned in spirit that I could not stop to recover that
precious haversack.

My diary proceeds:

"We were received with the most enthusiastic demon
strations of joy by the inhabitants, who thronged the streets
regardless of the death-shots flying around them. Our
timely arrival saved the city from being blown up. The
storehouse was on fire at one end. The retreating miscreants
took delight in telling the women and children they would be
blown up. We saved the medical stores too. Colonel Dorsey
behaved with gallantry and was wounded. I found him
at Mrs. Hugh Lee's. I was detailed to take care of him and
stayed till the Wednesday afternoon following, revelling in
the enjoyment of ladies' society in particular and civilized
life in general."

That was a joyous breakfast table that Sunday
morning at Mrs. Lee's. The battle was over. We
were all " heroes" and " deliverers" in the eyes of the
charming women of the family, and all was proceeding
gayly till the entrance of my friend Berkeley Minor
brought me the sad news of the death of Robert Breck-

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inridge McKim, my young cousin, who had joined the
Rockbridge Artillery near this very town less than
eleven months before. He fell gallantly serving his
piece in the battle. It was a painful shock to me, for
I was warmly attached to the noble boy. Procuring
a horse, I rode out to the field and found him laid out
in a barn, with a label attached, on which was his
name. The minie-ball had pierced his head just above
the forehead, leaving the face undisfigured. His
features wore a peaceful expression, and I believe his
soul was at peace with God in the better world. How
joyous he used to be and how well he sang our college
songs, "Lauriger Horatius," "The Irishman's Shanty,"
etc.

I remember once, at a Sunday afternoon students'
prayer meeting, Bob was called on to pray, and promptly
answered in the phrase we used in the lecture room
when the lesson had not been studied — "unprepared!"
To this call to meet his Maker in the storm of battle,
dear Bob had no need to make that answer. He was gay
and joyous, but true and good, and he had given him
self to Christ. This is a fair sample of the checkered
life we led. Joy and sorrow were strangely mixed.
Whenever possible, we were "gay and happy," as
one of our favorite marching songs had it. The dear
women of the South, young and old, always met us
with smiles, and did everything to cheer our hearts,
even when their own were sore and sad for some loved
one who had fallen. As the war went on and became
more and more bloody, there were few families which
did not mourn a father, or a husband, or a brother
who had fallen in battle. The valley of Virginia was
for four years a constant battle ground. Up and down,

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all the way from Staunton to Shepherdstown, the two
armies swept, till at the end it was reduced to a scene
of desolation. I myself participated in five battles
at or near Winchester, and it is said the town changed
hands more than eighty times during the war. To
Winchester I had come with the University companies
en route to Harper's Ferry, in April, 1861. To Win
chester again Robert and I had come in July, 1861,
to join Johnston's army. At Winchester now Robert
had yielded up his life. At Winchester and at Steven
son's Depot I was to see severe fighting in June, 1863.
Near Winchester again I was to be in the fatal battle
of September, 1864, and at Cedar Creek the following
October I was to see Gordon's victory turned into
defeat by General Early's mistakes, — at least, that is
my opinion.

Its people were devotedly loyal to the Confed
eracy, and my heart warms to-day to the dear old
town, as I think what a warm welcome it always
gave us.

In this battle General Jackson, by his brilliant strat
egy, ably seconded by the blindness and the blunders
of the Federal commander, General Banks, had suc
ceeded in attacking the army at Winchester with a
force double its numbers. He led a force of 17,000
men, infantry, artillery, and cavalry. Three or four
weeks before this disaster, General Banks had written
to Mr. Stanton expressing regret that he was "not to
be included in active operations during the summer."
On that 25th of May, the Confederate commander
relieved him of that regret in very rude but effective
fashion.

This unexpected blow delivered at Winchester by

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Jackson reverberated with telling effect through the
whole North. Mr. Lincoln and his cabinet were
alarmed for the safety of the Capital. Stanton wrote
the governor of Massachusetts: " There is no doubt
that the enemy in great force are marching on Wash
ington. " General McDowell, who was just starting to
reinforce McClellan, was stopped, and his 40,000 men
cancelled from the advance on Richmond. Fremont
was ordered to support Banks. Even McClellan
was ordered either to attack Richmond at once, or
come to the defence of Washington. Such was the
alarm that in one day nearly 500,000 men volunteered
to save the Union.

Thus this great soldier had in a single engagement
transformed the whole military situation in Virginia,
- and the cause of the South, till then shrouded in
gloom, had suddenly been irradiated with hope. By
an unfortunate and almost inexcusable refusal to obey
an order of Jackson because it did not come through
Ewell, the pursuit of Banks's defeated army by our
cavalry was delayed until the splendid opportunity
was lost. Three days later part of the army advanced
as far as Halltown, and the Stonewall Brigade, with
our regiment and a battery of artillery, was pushed for
ward to Bolivar Heights, which was within range of
Harper's Ferry. There we had some fighting — chiefly
a duel of artillery — but the only man I remember seeing
injured was an artilleryman who was shot in the thigh
by a rifle ball at a distance of approximately 900 yards.
That was looked upon as a remarkable achievement
at that period in the history of war. How different it
is to-day! I also recall that the wound was a horrible
one — the flesh was dreadfully torn and lacerated.

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The enemy had resorted to the reprehensible practice
of using explosive bullets.

While this was going on the Federal generals
were laying their plans to cut off the retreat of
General Jackson, and "bag" him and his whole
army. Four armies were set in motion from differ
ent directions against him — that of General Shields,
detached from McDowell's army at Fredericksburg,
10,000 men; another force of 10,000 under General
Ord; Fremont coming from the west with 15,000 men;
besides 15,000 more under Banks and Saxton, moving
south from the Potomac, — in all 50,000 men against
Jackson's 15,000. I recall, while at Bolivar Heights,
seeing a courier ride up in haste and hand General
Jackson a despatch, and I noted his face and manner
when he read it. He gave quick orders to a member
of his staff and then, putting spurs to his horse, dashed
off in the direction of Winchester. The information
he had received was that Shields and Fremont were
marching upon his rear to cut his communications and
intercept his retreat. The bulk of Jackson's army was
not far east of Winchester, which is about thirty miles
west of Bolivar Heights. As soon as orders could
reach them, these troops were put in motion up the
valley towards Strasburg, which lies at the foot of the
Massanutten Mountain.

Thus there was a gap of thirty miles between us and
the rest of the army, and when we began our retreat
at daybreak next morning, our officers realized that
we were in grave danger of being cut off and captured.
All day long, through the rain and mud, we trudged
on, till at dark we reached Winchester; but we did not
tarry here, but pushed on with weary limbs till we

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passed Newtown, having marched, with musket and
knapsack, forty miles between dawn and nine or ten
o'clock at night. We lay down to rest by the road
side just as we were, making no camp, lighting no fires,
too much exhausted to care for anything except rest.
I may here remark that the constant marching in this
campaign, day after day and week after week, so hard
ened our muscles that when fatigue came there was
no soreness or stiffness of the muscles, but just a gen
eral exhaustion — a " caving in" of the energies.

By early dawn we were again on the march, with
rather depleted ranks, for not a few of the men had
dropped by the way, unable to keep up the pace. It
was Sunday morning — one week after our victory
at Winchester — and now it looked as if our turn for
defeat had arrived — or rather for defeat and capture
- for what could our one brigade do against the Fed
eral army that might be already interposing itself
between General Jackson and us? It was a silent and
a gloomy column that trudged along the turnpike
that morning. Officers and men were silent as the
grave, — occupied all with the same gloomy appre
hensions. I fancied that even the gallant and intrepid
General Winder (who commanded the Stonewall Bri
gade, to which we were temporarily attached) looked
chagrined and gloomy. Not a few of us, I imagine, offi
cers as well as men, were secretly indulging in criticism
of General Jackson for allowing us to be isolated as we
had been, thirty miles in advance of the army. These
anxieties came to a climax when, about eight o'clock,
we heard the booming of artillery ahead of us. The
men exchanged glances, but no one spoke a word,
though the same thought was in every mind, "We are

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cut off now — it is all up with us." But not so! The
guns we heard were Jackson's guns. He did not wait
for Fremont to reach the valley pike, but advanced a
part of his army several miles to meet him, threw
out skirmishers, placed artillery in position, and
opened upon the advancing Federals. In this way he
held Fremont several hours till Winder and his bri
gade had time to make a junction with the rest of the
army at Strasburg. How different our feelings then!
Our spirits rose; we forgot our fatigue and were ready
to sing

" Baltimore, ain't you happy?"

What the men said to each other then was of a differ
ent complexion, — "Old Jack knows what he's about!
He'll take care of us, you bet!'7 From that hour we
never doubted him.

And now began the retreat of our army up the val
ley, vigorously pursued by the Federal army under
General Fremont. On our left ran the Massanutten
mountain, and on the other side of that great barrier
was General Shields with his army of 10,000 men.
Could these two armies unite, they would overwhelm
us by superior numbers; but General Jackson did not
intend that they should unite. It was his purpose to
fight them separately, and having beaten one, then to
throw himself upon the other. Meanwhile, our Mary
land regiment was given by Jackson the post of rear
guard, — an honor which we highly appreciated and
were determined to show that we deserved. For a
week this retreat continued, and we were under fire
every day and nearly all day. We would be deployed
as skirmishers to hold the enemy in check while the

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wagons and the ammunition train pursued its slow
and tortuous course. A battery of our artillery co
operated with us in protecting the retreat of the army,
saluting the Federals with shot and shell as they
advanced — then limbering up and galloping off to
a new position, while our skirmish line slowly with
drew, taking advantage of every little hillock, or clump
of trees, or outcropping of rocks, to stop and fire upon
the pursuing cavalry. This operation was constantly
repeated during the day, and day after day. It was
exciting and perilous and fatiguing work, but I think
we did the business to "old Jack's" satisfaction. Now
and then a cavalry dash would be made and the enemy
would win some small advantage, but the trains were
protected, and the army moved with due deliberation
up from Strasburg to Harrisburg.

Three miles beyond that place a severe engagement
took place, in which the First Maryland took part,
encountering and beating the gallant Pennsylvania
" Buck-tail" rifle regiment. Among those who fell
on our side was Turner Ashby — a great loss, for he
was one of the most daring and skilful cavalry leaders.
Jackson mourned his loss as irreparable. His daring
feats of arms on his famous white charger had become
the theme of song and story. In his report, Stonewall
said of him: "His daring was proverbial, his powers
of endurance almost incredible, his character heroic,
and his sagacity almost intuitive in divining the pur
poses and movements of the enemy." This, I think,
was on Friday, June 6th. Next day all was quiet.
Our guns were silent the first time in fifteen days.
Sunday morning, June 8th, I was sent for betimes by
Brig.-General Geo. H. Steuart, who, after a brief ser-

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vice with the cavalry, had been assigned to an infantry
brigade. I went at once to his headquarters, expect
ing a reprimand, or to be ordered under arrest, because
I had, with John Gill, slipped out of the column in the
dark and spent a night (or rather part of the night) in
a house in Harrisburg, where we were refreshed with
food and a wash. "Has the general found this out?"
I said to myself. What was my relief when he informed
me that he had decided to make me his aide-de-camp,
as he had observed "that I had been a good soldier
and had been the first man in the regiment to set the
example of reenlisting for the war." I thanked him,
and returning to my mess began packing my knapsack
preparatory to moving up to headquarters. Observ
ing this, the men asked me what I was doing, and in
reply I told them I was tired doing the duty of an infan
tryman and was going up to headquarters to be on
the general's staff. I have mentioned that most of
my immediate friends had preferred not to reenlist,
and as the day approached (it was now only two weeks
off) when our company was to be mustered out, I had
been made the butt of many a gibe as to what would be
my fate after that. I would, said they, be drafted into
E.'s company — which was made up of roughs — and
what would I do then? Well, now it was my turn to
laugh, as I told them that the general said one reason
he had selected me was that I had been the first to
reenlist.

My cousin, Wm. Duncan McKim, had, previous
to this, been appointed aide to General Trimble, and
McHenry Howard had been given a place on General
Winder's staff.

I entered at once on my duties, but was embarrassed

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by the fact that I had neither horse, nor sword, nor
spurs — and of course no uniform but my gray jacket
with the chevrons of a sergeant on the left arm, having
been made color sergeant not long before. I had
hardly reached headquarters when the enemy was
reported advancing, and in a very short time the bloody
battle of Cross Keys, Sunday, June 8th, had begun.
General Steuart bade me mount a beautiful black horse
belonging to Major Kyle, the quartermaster, who was
absent. I felt happy and proud when I found myself
astride of that fine animal.

I need not describe the battle that ensued. That
has been done with admirable accuracy by Lieut.-Col.
Henderson in his "Life of Stonewall Jackson," and
by various other writers. Ewell, with 6,000 infantry,
5 batteries, and a small cavalry force, defeated Fre
mont, with over 10,000 infantry, 12 batteries, and
2,000 cavalry. It is amusing now to read Fremont's
despatch to Shields, who was just across the mountain.
"The enemy need only a movement on the flank to
panic-strike them. No man has had such a chance
since the war commenced. You are within thirty
miles of a broken, retreating army." In two days
that "broken army" was to smash up the two armies
of Shields and Fremont, numbering 25,000 men!

As the battle progressed, I was sent by General
Steuart with a despatch to Major-General Ewell, who
was in active command. I found him surrounded
by his staff of young officers, well mounted and hand
somely equipped. He gave me an order to take back
to General Steuart, but when I turned to go, Major
Kyle's horse positively refused to face the very heavy
artillery fire directly in front. In vain I dug my heels

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into his side. Whereupon General Ewell laughed aloud
and said, "Ha! Ha! a courier without any spurs!"1
This, in the presence of his staff, was too much to bear
patiently. I was very angry and felt the blood suffuse
my face. To call me a " courier " when I was a " First
Lieut, and A. D. C.," with pay of 135 Confederate
dollars per month and allowances, — almost enough
by 1864 to purchase a pair of cavalry boots! And to
do this before his whole staff on the field of battle!
However, I could only swallow the affront and obey
the general's suggestion, "Young man, you will have to
go back another way."

So I started back "another way," but before
long struck a Virginia regiment lying down in the
long grass in support of our batteries which were
hotly engaged just in front. I reined up and asked
if there was any officer who would lend me a spur,
as I was bearing an important despatch and my
horse would not "face the music" of the Parrots.
Then up rose an officer, who, I afterwards learned, was
Major John Ross. He kept rising till his stalwart fig
ure was six feet three inches in the air, then he stooped
and unbuckled one of his spurs and handed it to me.
I dismounted, buckled it on, remounted, and thanking
the major, rode off, not by the "other way round,"

1 General Ewell is thus described by Gen. Dick Taylor in that
racy volume of his " Destruction and Reconstruction " :

" Bright, prominent eyes, a bomb-shaped, bald head, and a nose
like that of Francis of Valois, gave him a striking resemblance to a
woodcock; and this was increased by a bird-like habit of putting
his head on one side to utter his quaint speeches."

He was a bold horseman, a fine fighter, and a fine commander.
He had a supreme admiration for Jackson, and used to say "he
never saw one of Jackson's couriers approach without expecting an
order to assault the North Pole! "

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but the direct way, across the bare horseshoe knoll,
right in front, where, I think, all of our artillery was
concentrated, and upon which the enemy's cannon were
directed from several different points, like the spokes of
the section of a wheel converging on the hub. It was
a very hot place indeed, and the hottest spot was a
little in rear of our batteries, where the lines of artil
lery fire met and crossed. I noted it in my diary as
"a perfect hail of shell, cannon-balls, and bullets."
My beautiful black was not to be blamed for not wish
ing to spoil his beauty in such a terrible place! But
now, with the sharp spur plunged into his side, he had
no option but to obey his rider; so away we went
full speed across the infernal spot. Well, just in the
middle of it, a round shot tore up the ground under
neath us and passed harmlessly to us on its deadly
path, and at that moment my little infantry cap flew
off my head. Then ensued in my mind a brief but
fierce battle (it lasted just about one second) between
Pride and Fear. Fear said, "If you get off this horse
to pick up that cap, you are a dead man!" But Pride
promptly replied, "You won't ride up to the general's
staff with no cap on your head!" Well, Pride con
quered, and I was fool enough to rein up, dismount,
and pick up my worthless cap, — but I enjoyed that
immunity which the proverb says is given to children
and fools, for neither my noble horse nor I was touched
just then by any of the flying missiles of death.

In that battle I saw two men absolutely overcome by
"panic fear" - and I do not recall any other examples
through the whole war. One of these was an artillery
man who had taken refuge under the caisson, where
he crouched trembling like a leaf. I saw a sergeant

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ride up and point a pistol at his head, saying, "Come
out from under there and do your duty, and you'll
have some chance of your life, but if you stay there,
by the Eternal, I'll blow your brains out." I didn't
stay to see what the result was. Then, shortly after,
I saw another soldier crouching in terror behind a
tree. The next moment came a round shot, which
went through the tree and absolutely decapitated the
man! Major Stiles tells a story of a little army dog
named "Bob Lee/' who became demoralized at the
battle of Chancellorsville and took shelter behind a
tree, "crouching and squatting as a demoralized man
might have done." He, however, escaped with his
life!

I suppose these two men might, under other circum
stances and on other occasions, have stood up to their
duty as good soldiers. He who, on one particular day
and under certain mental or physical conditions, may
play the coward, may be steady and true on another day
in face of danger. It is certainly a familiar fact that
the bravest troops are sometimes for some unaccount
able reason seized with panic. I may here say that I
never felt inclined to dodge when a shell came shriek
ing through the air — simply because I always said
to myself, "Why, you are just as liable to dodge your
head into the shell as away from it — for you don't
know at what point it will pass."

Another thing I saw that day, which is, I think,
unusual, was this : a Parrott shell leaped into the midst
of a group of men and exploded, killing and wounding
several. It was close to me, and I saw the shell as it
dropped. That was the unusual circumstance, — to
see the shell come. Later in the battle my beautiful

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black was shot under me. The ball went right through
his head. I heard the "thud" as it struck, and then
the noble animal tumbled and fell, but I quickly with
drew my feet from the stirrups and as he fell over on
one side, I sprang off on the other. My first thought
as he lay there before me was, "How shall I ever pay
Major Kyle for that horse?"

I left the field instantly to procure another horse,
but before I returned, my chief, Gen. Geo. H. Steuart,
had been shot by a canister ball, which pierced the
upper part of the chest and lodged in the back.

It was then my duty, as of his personal staff, to pro
cure an ambulance and carry him off the field, and after
that to find quarters for him in some safe place within
the lines.

The battle ended, as all know, in victory for Ewell.
Jackson was on the field, but did not interfere with
his subordinate. No officer contributed more to the
success than our gallant Marylander, General Trimble.
During the beginning of the battle of Cross Keys
a sharp encounter took place on the other side of the
mountain at Port Republic between some of Jackson's
force and the advance brigade and cavalry of General
Shields. The latter were driven back in confusion and
with serious loss.

I find the following entry in my little diary on
June 15th at the University of Virginia:

"Here I have been since Wednesday morning with Gen
eral Steuart, who was wounded on Sunday in that terrible
battle with Fremont's forces. This campaign with Jackson
from May 23d to June 9th has been a most eventful one,
fraught with danger and hardship beyond anything I have
ever experienced. Yet God has brought me safely through

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it all. I have been in three pitched battles and numerous
skirmishes. Last Sunday I had a horse shot under me, but
my life has been graciously spared, and to-day I am a
monument of God's merciful protection. . . . Last Sabbath,
while riding backwards and forwards in a perfect hail of
shell, cannon-balls, and bullets, I was deeply impressed
with my entire dependence on God's care, and in gratitude
for my preservation, I inwardly resolved to devote myself
more perfectly to his service, and especially to urge my fellow
men to repent and turn to God."

The battle of Port Republic was fought the next
day, and Shields' army was hurled back down the Luray
valley in confusion, with heavy loss in killed, wounded,
and prisoners.

By these operations of Stonewall Jackson, McDow
ell's army of 40,000 men and 100 guns, which should
have gone to McClellan's aid in his advance against
Richmond, were held back, and thus Richmond was
saved.

CHAPTER X

BETWEEN CAMPAIGNS

AS a member of the personal staff of Gen. Geo. H.
Steuart it was now my duty to be in attendance
on him in the hospital until he should have recovered
from his wound, or until he assigned me to some other
duty. Accordingly I was a good deal with him at
the University of Virginia, where he remained for some
time during his convalescence. I also spent some
time in Staunton, where I went to purchase a horse
and other equipment — uniform, sword, pistol, spurs,
etc. — suitable to my rank as a staff officer. While
there I made the acquaintance of Miss Agnes Gray
Phillips, who became my wife on the 26th of February,
1863.

I would here make mention of the generous hos
pitality extended to all Confederate soldiers by Rev.
R. H. Phillips and his wife. There my cousin, Major
Wm. Duncan McKim, was nursed for months after
his serious wound received at the battle of Sharpsburg,
Sept. 22, 1862. There another cousin of mine, Joseph
Irving, was nursed at a later stage of the war till he
died. There all our soldiers, and especially exiled
Marylanders, found ever a welcome and a home. All
that hospitality and kindness and sympathy could
do to cheer and help them was freely given in that
lovely Christian home.

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The latter part of June I made a visit to Richmond
to secure my commission and equipment. The fol
lowing letter refers to this period:

RICHMOND, June 24, 1862.
MY DEAREST MOTHER:

Still in Richmond, you see, though the 1st of June has come
and gone, and still the " Young (very young) Napoleon"
tarries outside the Capitol. It is almost impossible to realize,
as I sit quietly at the table in Mrs. Nicholas' dining room,
that there are two immense armies lying opposite each other
scarcely five miles from the limits of the city. A battle
may occur at any moment: when it comes it will be fearful
in carnage and most momentous in its result; it will decide,
it seems to me, whether our independence will be at once
established or whether this war shall drag its weary and
blighting length over years yet to come. But, mother, I
have confidence in God's help and guidance and in the valor
and fortitude of our Southern troops. You are wondering
what I am doing here. Well, I will tell you. If you have
received a letter I wrote you from Charlottesville last week,
you know that I am now General Steuart's aide-de-camp,
that he was wounded severely in the shoulder, that I came off
the field with him and brought him to Charlottesville where
he now is. I have just arrived here. My business is to get
my commission and equipment. On my way I stopped in
Lynchburg at Mrs. Blackford's. Saw Vinnie and her hus
band, and received from Mr. Tom Taylor the loan of a
beautiful sword captured at Manassas; it has "U. S." on
the hilt, but that means (for me) "United South."

They were all very affectionate and kind. We are all
brothers and sisters now in the South. I always feel sure
wherever I am that I will be a welcome guest on account
of the proud title I bear, "a soldier of the South." We are
suffering many privations now; everyone is obliged to deny
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the universal scarcity of what were once considered the
necessities of life. Tea is $10 a pound, for instance; fine
uniform cloth $13.75 per yard; beef $1.00 per lb.; chickens
$1.00 apiece, etc. But still you hear no complaint; the
people seem willing to bear this, and much more, if necessary.
It is astonishing to see how cheerfully people give up those
nearest and dearest to them as sacrifices to the great cause.
Nothing could surpass the devotion with which the ladies
have nursed and watched the sick and wounded. They
cook regularly for them themselves; all the delicacies are
given up to them; the little white sugar left in the Con
federacy is always laid aside for them. It is beautiful on
the other hand to observe the fortitude and patience which
the wounded soldiers show in the hospitals. While at
Charlottesville I several times went through one of the
hospitals, and talked to some of the wounded, and read
the Testament to them. One poor Georgian, dangerously
wounded, interested me deeply. You know I have been
through all that campaign with Jackson in the valley, and
would not have missed it for my commission. If any
American general is like Napoleon, he is. Our gallant First
has been in the advance, and then covered the retreat
all the way. It was badly cut up, but covered itself with
glory. Phil Coakley slightly wounded — Willie Colston
dangerously. These are the only two you know, except
poor Nick Snowden who was killed.

When the general was somewhat recovered, he
ordered me to Richmond to open headquarters for the
organization of the Maryland Line. This was early
in August, 1862, but I cannot remember that much was
accomplished there in that enterprise.

During the summer the First Maryland Regiment
was disbanded, its term of enlistment having expired.
This was done at Charlottesville. Very soon — almost

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immediately afterward — the Maryland Battalion of
infantry was organized. It was afterward known as
the Second Maryland Regiment.

Early in September, 1862, General Steuart, though
still unfit for active duty in the field, was ordered to
Winchester, and given command of the Maryland Line,
then being organized there. It consisted of infantry,
artillery, and cavalry. We, who were members of his
staff, including Capt. Geo. Williamson, Lieut. McHenry
Howard, Major Kyle, and myself, were much occupied
in the duties connected with this organization and its
equipment with arms, uniforms, and supplies. Our
general had command also of the post and of the region
of country in that part of the valley. The roads to
Romney, to Martinsburg, and to Berryville were care
fully picketed. Prisoners were sometimes brought in
from the front, once or twice in sufficient numbers to
require a detail of a considerable number of men to
escort them up the valley to Staunton.

We had a busy but an uneventful autumn and win
ter. Owing to these post duties with my still disabled
chief, I took no part in the stirring campaign which
embraced the two great battles of Second Manassas
and Sharpsburg, or in the winter campaign marked by
the battle of Fredericksburg. And it was not until
the following spring that General Steuart was able to
resume active duty in the field.

Of this whole period I have no diary to refer to, and
therefore I pass it over, unwilling to rely on my memory
for the narrative of events. This is of little moment,
however, for I am not attempting in these pages to tell
the history of the war, or to give a full record of my
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the life I led as may assist in a better understanding
of the everyday experiences of the Confederate soldier
in that great struggle.

During a considerable part of this post duty at
Winchester, I performed the duties of adjutant-general,
Captain Williamson having been invalided to Staunton,
where Major W. Duncan McKim was enjoying himself
while he slowly recovered from his wound. The Second
Maryland Infantry was with us there. Lieut.-Gen.
Jackson was often in Winchester the early part of
the winter. During this period I continued to write
to my brother Telfair, urging that it was his duty to
stay at home and care for his father and mother, who
were growing old — and not come South to enter the
army. It was hard for the gallant boy to take my ad
vice, but he did, though I know it took more courage
than to shoulder a musket and follow Jackson.

I insert here a letter referring to the life at Winchester
at this time:

HEADQUARTERS, WINCHESTER,

November 20, 1862.
To MY MOTHER:

Again I write a letter which I expect to leave behind
me in Winchester when we evacuate the town. This time
I think we shall certainly leave here, as some of the troops
already have marching orders. Flying reports, which I
don't believe, come to us of General Hill being defeated
and General Longstreet attacked. Jackson, with a large
army, is here, though, and we may be overwhelmed, but
never defeated. General Steuart has been commandant of
this post for more than two months, as you know, perhaps.
He is charged with the rear-guard in the movement with
the Maryland Line. This is the second time Marylanders
have been the last to leave Winchester. I am sorry to leave

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it. I like some of the people very much, particularly the
Conrads, whom I know very well. They would correspond
exactly with sister Mary's idea of refinement and culture.
They have been very kind to me. I hope you may meet
them. I will give this to them and possibly some lines,
which mamma will recollect, "Wife, Children, Friends."
Grandpa used to sing them. I have added three verses to
the song and I want you to see them.

George Williamson is in Staunton on sick furlough: I
am acting adjutant-general. I have a great deal of work
to do, and sometimes it gives me quite a bad headache.
Of course George is staying at Mr. Phillips' and enjoying
himself hugely. Duncan has left Staunton and is staying
at Edge Hill. He has entirely recovered, I believe. All
other friends are well, I believe. Yesterday I saw Mr. Hill
of La., who stayed with Mr. Sam Smith on Park Street,
and knew you all. I was in the office attending to business
when he came in and enquired for Lieut. Randolph McKim.
I have not yet received the letter sent by him. Have
heard frequently from you lately, my ylast was Oct. 30th.

Give my warmest love to all my friends in dear old Balti
more. I love them and my native town more the longer I
am separated from them. I cherish no hopes that do not
include Baltimore and Maryland in the bounds of our
Confederacy. I love every stone and every tree in both
of them, however much I may love the South and my
Southern friends. They are all kind and good to me, but
cannot take the place of those I have bid such a long
farewell to.

After serving as commander of the Post at Winches
ter for about three months, General Steuart found that
his wound was growing worse and that he was unfit
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a furlough of three months, and took his departure for
Savannah, Ga. This threw me out of active service,
and some time in December, 1862, I went to Staunton
and arranged to remain there until such time as Gen
eral Steuart should be able to take the field.

Here I spent the Christmas of 1862, referred to in
the following letter. The picture it gives represents
a rare oasis in our Confederate experience.

STAUNTON, December 27, 1862.

We are just through the "festivities" of Christmas and
Duncan and I have been wondering how you all enjoyed
yourselves on that day. I said "the festivities" of Christ
mas; they consisted only of a very nicely prepared and
beautifully set out family dinner. We had everything that
you could think of, except ice-cream and iced fruit, etc. Our
plum-pudding too did not have any raisins in it, but cherries
made a very good substitute. Shall I give you our bill of
fare? — Oyster Soup — Roast Turkey, Ham, Round of Beef,
Fresh Beef, Fried Oysters, Lobster Salad — Hominy,
Potatoes, Beans, Salsafy, Rice, Dried Fruit — Plum-pudding,
Charlotte Russe, Jelly, Pound Cake, and Jelly Cake, Puffs,
etc., and Java Coffee! That will do for the Southern Confed
eracy, where everybody is starving! You must not suppose
people generally, however, are so fortunate. Mrs. Phillips
is a capital housekeeper, and had large supplies of every
thing on hand when the war broke out. I only make this
enumeration to show you how well Duncan and I fared on
Christmas Day. The day was a very happy one to me. We
had breakfast about nine, and then family prayers. We
attended at the Episcopal Church and heard a beautiful
discourse from Dr. Sparrow. I am much delighted with
" the dear old Doctor" as he is called. So much learning and
piety are seldom found combined with so much simplicity

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of character and such childlike meekness and love. His
prayers and his exhortations are peculiarly delightful.

I utilized the time in Staunton (besides teaching a
small class in Latin, French, and English) in general
reading and in particular in the investigation of the
question of primitive Church government. It was
during this winter of 1862-63 that I finally decided
to enter the Episcopal Church.

My mother was an Episcopalian, having been con
firmed by Bishop Moore, and all but two of her eleven
brothers and sisters were of the same faith. The
Harrison family, which had been identified with Vir
ginian history since 1634, had always been of the Church
of England. The same was true of the Randolphs
and the Carters and the Carys — from all of which
families my mother was descended. In Baltimore
my mother and father had attended Christ Church
when it stood east of the Falls, and also the second
Christ Church on Gay Street, of which the two brothers
Johns had successively been rectors. My first recol
lection of any church service was of this latter church
and of Dr. Henry Johns vested in his black gown.
Later my father decided to attend Dr. Plummer's
Presbyterian Church, in which faith he had been
brought up, and of that church I became a member
when I was fifteen years of age. But at the Univer
sity of Virginia I had become much interested in the
Episcopal service, so that now, when I was considering
my preparation for the ministry, I decided to investi
gate the question of Church government for myself.
The result of this decided me to become a candidate
for orders in the Episcopal Church, which I did in
the spring of 1863.

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My Uncle Peyton Harrison was a stanch Presby
terian, and when we met after the war, he said, "Well,
Randolph, you have left the Church of your Fathers."
"Yes," I replied, "I have returned to the Church of
my Forefathers."

When General Steuart's three months furlough ex
pired, he found himself still unfit for duty in the field,
and as a consequence I became restless and dissatisfied
at my long absence from the army. I had now been
out of active service for four months.

Accordingly I made application through my cousin,
Major W. Duncan McKim, for an appointment on
General Trimble's staff. This plan failed, as that
general's staff was already excessively large. My
cousin, however, wrote me that Gen. Rooney Lee
(W. H. F. Lee) had expressed a desire to have me on
his staff. However, before this could be consummated,
General Steuart wrote that he would shortly require
my services. Of this I was glad, as I fully shared the
sentiment expressed by my friend McHenry Howard,
that a commission as captain of ordinance had no
attraction for him if it could separate him from the
Maryland Line. We were proud of our State. We
were fighting to set her free to choose her lot with North
or with South, and we were confident what her choice
would be. The army, never turned northward, but
we began to hope that we should soon help to liberate
our native State. That General Steuart would be hi
command of the Maryland Line, or some part of it, I
did not doubt. And so the event proved, for at Win
chester in June, 1863, the Second Maryland Infantry
was attached to his brigade.

CHAPTER XI

THE BATTLE OF CHANCE LLORSVILLE

Sunday, May 24th, 1863, I received orders to
report to my chief, General Steuart, at Fredericks-
burg. The great battle of Chancellorsville, which dis
played so brilliantly the military genius of both General
Lee and General Jackson, had been fought on May 2d
and 3d, resulting in a great victory for the Confederate
Army. It has been described by an able military
critic (Colonel Henderson) "as the tactical masterpiece
of the nineteenth century." General Hooker's strategy
appears to me worthy of all praise. It only failed
because it was confronted by the superior strategy
of Lee and by the indomitable valor of the army
which he commanded. Sedgwick, with 22,000 men,
was thrown across the Rappahannock River below
Fredericksburg on April 29th. But this was not the
real line of attack, but was meant to deceive Lee,
while Hooker with the main body of his army was
marching to the upper fords in order to turn Lee's
right flank. This operation was carried out so suc
cessfully that, on the 30th of April, General Hooker
issued a general order to his army, felicitating them
and himself on what had been accomplished, in the
following terms: "The operations of the last three
days have determined that our enemy must either
ingloriously fly, or come out from behind his defences

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and give us battle on our own ground, where certain
destruction awaits him."

He would have done well to remember the scriptural
admonition, "Let not him that putteth on his armor
boast as he that taketh it oft." Lee was not deceived
by the movement of Sedgwick on his right flank. He
divined that the real attack would be on his left,
and accordingly leaving Early with 9,000 men to
hold Sedgwick in check, moved with Jackson to meet
Hooker. The Federal general, with six army corps,
was intrenched at Chancellorsville in an apparently
impregnable position. To meet this host of more than
90,000 men, Lee had but 48,000 of all arms, and it is
not surprising that Hooker should have so confidently
expected that with such a force in such a strong posi
tion on his left flank and Sedgwick with 22,000 men
(perhaps as many as 30,000) moving on his right rear,
the Confederate general would be compelled to retreat.
His plan was admirably conceived, and thus far ad
mirably, as well as swiftly, executed. But there was
an unknown quantity in the problem which upset all
Hooker's calculations. That was the audacious strat
egy of Lee with the incomparable Jackson at hand to
put it into execution. Hooker cannot be blamed for
not anticipating the audacity of the plan which his
great antagonist now proceeded to develop. Lee had
already divided his army, by leaving Early at Deep
Run, below Fredericksburg, twelve miles away. He
now decided to still further divide it by sending Jack
son with his whole corps to turn Hooker's right flank
and crush it by a sudden and unexpected blow, while
he, with only two divisions, those of Anderson and
McLaw, numbering less than 14,000 men, stood facing

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the great army of his antagonist, 70,000 strong at this
point. In deciding upon such a plan, Lee took a tre
mendous risk, but a general who, with 57,000 men of
all arms, is opposed to an army of more than twice
his own numbers (130,000 was the strength of the
Federal Army) can only hope for success by taking
great risks.1 Two circumstances justified this auda
cious movement, — first, that the density of the forest
growth made it possible to screen the march of General
Jackson around Hooker's right rear, and second, that
Lee possessed in Stonewall Jackson a lieutenant who
was so brilliantly qualified to execute it with celerity,
with resoluteness, and with skill.

With such secrecy and swiftness did Jackson march
his corps around Hooker's right flank that he was in
position to deliver his assault before the enemy had
any information of his approach. It is almost pathetic
to read Hooker's despatch to Sedgwick, dictated at
4.10 P.M., May 2d, bidding him " capture Fredericks-
burg and vigorously pursue the enemy," and adding,
" We know that the enemy is fleeing to save his trains"
- this while Jackson was actually preparing to launch
the thunderbolt which was to overwhelm his right
wing, inflicting a staggering blow upon "the finest
army on the planet," and rendering abortive all the
well-laid plans of its commander.

Mr. Lincoln, in one of the most remarkable letters

1 The Confederate Army was thus separated into three parts : Early
ten or twelve miles away, southward, with 12,000 men facing Sedgwick
with 23,000; Lee, with about 13,000, facing Hooker's entrenched force
of 70,000; and Jackson with 30,000, marching twelve miles away to turn
Hooker's right flank. Then there was Reynolds, with 16,000 Federal
troops as a reserve corps. To all this host must be added the numerous
Federal cavalry.

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ever addressed to the commander of a great army,
had given General Hooker, in closing, this advice,
"And now, beware of rashness! Beware of rashness!
but, with energy and sleepless vigilance, go forward
and give us victories." I do not think he can be
accused of rashness of action in this campaign, but
he was certainly rash in speech when he boasted to
his soldiers and to his officers of the certain defeat of
the Confederate Army, — first, before he had struck a
blow, and secondly, in the midst of the battle, at the
very hour when Jackson's crushing blow was about to
descend upon him. In his order book he displayed an
audacity which is astounding — it surpassed the audac
ity of Lee on the field of battle — for, after his magni
ficent army had been driven defeated and humiliated
across the Rappahannock, back into the. camps
from which it had marched with such triumphant
expectations a week before, General Hooker issued an
order congratulating his army "on its achievements
in the last seven days," and adding, "The events of
the last week may swell with pride the heart of every
officer and soldier in this army."

It would be a work of supererogation for me to give
any extended account of this famous battle, so thor
oughly described by various military critics, but I
may make one or two further remarks to complete
the general view I have given of the plan of Lee and
the manner of its execution. After Jackson had fallen
by the fire of some of his own men at dusk on the 2d
of May, in the full tide of victory, Gen. J. E. B.
Stuart, a soldier of whom Colonel Henderson, the Eng
lish critic, says that he was "no unworthy successor
of Stonewall Jackson," had been placed in command

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of his corps, but he did not arrive until midnight, so
that nothing could be done until the next morning.
Then, in cooperation with Lee, he delivered blow after
blow, with great effect, against the army of Hooker,
and Chancellorsville fell into the hands of the Con
federates. At this moment, ten A.M., when preparing
an assault on Hooker's third line of intrenchments,
which must have been fatal to the Federal Army, the
arm of Lee is arrested by the news that Sedgwick has
captured Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg, has swept
Early out of his path, and is marching with his 25,000
or 30,000 men on Lee's rear.

This was disquieting news indeed. Lee had intended
that Early should keep between him and Sedgwick.
Instead, Early had retreated on the Plank road in the
direction of Richmond. Thus he had become sepa
rated from Lee, and could render him no assistance. It
was a critical moment. The battle was not yet won.
On the contrary, it might easily be turned into defeat
for Lee, with Hooker in his front and Sedgwick in his
rear.

But the genius of Lee was equal to the emergency.
He resolved on a movement "even more daring," says
the Comte de Paris, "than that which, the day previ
ous, had brought Jackson upon the flank of the enemy."
Suspending his attack on Hooker, he turned with
McLaws' and Anderson's divisions, advanced swiftly
against Sedgwick, attacked him, and drove him back
over the river. This operation, necessary for Lee's
salvation, was the means of delivering Hooker from
his perilous situation; for when the Confederate chief
tain returned to strike Hooker the coup de grace which
Sedgwick's advance on his rear had arrested, the

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Federal general had withdrawn his army and the next
day he made good his retreat by the very fords which
Jackson would have seized had he not been cut down
by that deplorable accident.

I will only add that the battle of Chancellorsville
illustrates the consummate genius and audacity of
the two great Southern commanders not more con
spicuously than it displays the sublime devotion and
intrepidity of the rank and file of the Confederate
Army.

It had for me a painful personal interest (although
I took no part in it myself) because my gallant cousin,
Major Wm. Duncan McKim, was killed in the conflict
of May 3d, during one of the assaults on the intrench-
ments of Hooker. I was told afterward that he was
the only officer in the division who remained mounted
in the midst of that frightful hail of bullets, there in
the thick woods. An officer of the Stonewall Bri
gade went to him and besought him to dismount —
indeed remonstrated with him seriously upon the
foolhardiness and uselessness of his keeping the saddle
under the circumstances; and when he could not pre
vail upon him to take his advice, returned to his com
pany saying, "Well, it is only a question of minutes
when he will fall." And so it was — very soon he was
seen to reel in the saddle and fall to the ground. His
death must have been almost instantaneous. But in
fact it was not, I believe, foolhardiness that made him
thus sacrifice his life. It appears that the day before
he had received a severe contusion on the leg from a
grapeshot, and the brigade surgeon told him he was
unfit to go into the battle on the 3d. But Duncan could
not be restrained. He got into the saddle somehow,

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and marched with his command. Then, when Capt.
Wm. Randolph begged him to dismount, he refused
because he knew he could not walk. He had been ever
a gallant soldier, cool and fearless on the field of battle.
At Sharpsburg in September, 1862, he had been shot
through both thighs and was taken to the residence of
Rev. R. H. Phillips, in Staunton, where he was tenderly
nursed for months by Mrs. Phillips and her daughter
Agnes. It was, I think, about the 1st of February, 1863,
that Duncan returned to the field, though even then his
wound had not entirely healed. I here pay my tribute
of love and admiration to this noble man and brave
soldier. Fascinating in manners, handsome in person,
charming in conversation, high-spirited, a man of high
ideals and warm affections, brave to a fault, and always
good company, — there were few young men who laid
upon the altar of the Confederate cause a more costly
sacrifice than did he.

I went to the battle-field about ten days, perhaps
two weeks, after he fell, found the spot where he
was buried, and had him disinterred. He had been
wrapped in his blanket and buried without a coffin,
and mother Earth had so closely held him in her
embrace that when we lifted him up and unwound
the blanket, he lay before us as perfectly preserved
as if he had fallen only a few hours before. We buried
him in the cemetery at Staunton, whence, upon the
conclusion of the war, he was removed to Greenmount
Cemetery, Baltimore. There he rests in peace -
"Siste viator, heroa calcas." I was now the last sur
vivor of the three of my name who had entered the
Confederate service at the outbreak of the war.

CHAPTER XII

THE OPENING OF THE GETTYSBURG CAMPAIGN

nnHREE weeks after the battle of Chancellor sville I
-•- received, as I have said, orders to report for duty
at Fredericksburg, and on Wednesday, the 27th of May,
I set out from Staunton for the army.1 On Thursday,
after a ride of twenty-seven miles, I reached General
Lee's headquarters at 1.45 P.M. The general received
me graciously and asked me to dine with him, which
I was, of course, glad to do. The highest officer in the
army would have esteemed it a great honor — what,

1 RICHMOND, May 23, 1863.
MY DEAR MR. McKin:

I have just time to say that I received an order this morning to
report to General Lee at Fredericksburg for assignment to duty, and will
leave without delay. From what Gen. A. P. Hill said this morning,
I expect to be assigned to command of a brigade in Jackson's old division.
Come to Fredericksburg immediately by the shortest route, if they
will not take your horse on the cars. It will be better anyhow to ride
from Gordonsville to the army. I hope the battalion and staff officers
will be ordered to join me. I fear the Maryland Line is broken up,
never to be together again, the same as it was anyhow. It will be a
great disappointment if I cannot have the staff officers with me, and
the battalion after all the trouble I have had for more than a year
past. I had hoped to have had command in the valley. When I
see you I will have much to say. Mr. — — goes up in the morning
and will take this. You will find me somewhere with the army. With
the battalion I would have a magnificent brigade.
Believe me,

Most sincerely yours,

GEORGE H. STEUART.
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then, were the feelings of a young " first lieutenant
and A. D. C." in sitting down at the board of the great
soldier who was the idol of the armies and the people
of the South? The simple courtesy and genial hos
pitality of General Lee would have put me at ease, if
I had been a stranger; but he had several times been
a guest at my father's house in Baltimore, when he was
in charge of the construction of Fort Sollers in the
Patapsco River, so that I felt at home in his presence.
Our families were on very friendly and familiar terms.
Indeed the general was a cousin of my mother, both
being descended from the famous "King" Carter.

As I talked with him after dinner, he cast his eyes
across the Rappahannock to the camps of General
Hooker's army and said to me, "I wish I could get at
those people over there." That was the expression by
which he uniformly designated the Federal Army. He
was very friendly, talked of the days when he used to visit
Belvidere, and inquired after my father and mother
and my sisters. I spent that night, or the next, at
the headquarters of Gen. Edward Johnson, who was
to be such a familiar figure to me in battle in the
approaching campaign. There I saw Carvel Hall, who
gave me a full account of Duncan McKim's death,
describing his magnificent gallantry.

On Saturday, the 20th, General Ewell arrived in
camp with his wife — a new acquisition — and with
one leg less than when I saw him last. From a mili
tary point of view the addition of the wife did not
compensate for the loss of the leg. We were of the
opinion that Ewell was not the same soldier he had
been when he was a whole man — and a single one.

I dined with General Colston, and later the same

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day General Steuart assumed command of the Third
Brigade, and I the duties of assistant adjutant-general,
in the absence of Captain Garrison. The brigade
consisted of the following regiments:

10th Virginia, Colonel Warren.

23d Virginia, Lieutenant-Colonel Walton.

37th Virginia, Major Wood.

1st North Carolina, Colonel McDowell.

3d North Carolina, Major Parsley.

Major Stanard was our chief commissary, Capt. N. S.
Byrd was acting quartermaster. The strength of the
brigade was as follows:

10th Virginia. On the roll 627, present for duty 342

37th Virginia " " 740 " " " 347

23d Virginia " " " " " 269

1st North Carolina " " 927 " " " 510

3d North Carolina " " 921 " 473

Total present for duty 1941

The Maryland regiment joined us later.

I note that the daily ration was -J- Ib. bacon and 1 1 Ibs.
flour per man, and for every 100 men 6 Ibs. of sugar,
15 Ibs. of peas, 2 Ibs. soap, and 3 Ibs. salt.

The men were armed with long-range guns, calibre
58. There were but 1,069 bayonets in the brigade
and 1,480 muskets; 51,000 rounds of ammunition in
the hands of the men, and 50,000 in the ordnance
train.

Four of our five regiments had chaplains :

1st North Carolina, Rev. W. R. Gaultney (Baptist).
3d North Carolina, Rev. Geo. Patterson (Episco
palian).

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23d Virginia, Rev. Mr. Morton (Presbyterian).
10th Virginia, Brother Balthus, Exhorter.

My duties as adjutant-general were soon over. I
barely had a chance to make out and send in the
monthly report of the brigade when Captain Garrison
arrived and assumed his duties, I taking again my
proper office as aide-de-camp.

That was my first Sunday with the brigade, and I
attended service in the First North Carolina camp and,
after a sermon by the chaplain, I rose and addressed
the men. There was a large attendance. The influ
ence of the revival the preceding winter was still felt.

In this connection I may mention that I had resolved
when about sixteen years of age to devote myself to
the Christian ministry. At the time I entered the
University, at seventeen years of age, and during my
course there, it was my intention to go to China as a
missionary. It was not till later that I concluded I
might be more needed at home than abroad. The
inward call to preach Christ to my fellow men pressed
strongly upon me in my camp life, and I find many
entries in my little diaries showing my sense of respon
sibility in relation to it. Thus on June 3d:

"Read, talked, and prayed with about fifteen men at a
log house near camp. Gave them tracts. They asked my
name and on my return, as I was riding by, they stopped
me and asked what chapter it was I had read to them. It
was the 27th Psalm, 'The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of
whom shall I be afraid? ' One of the poor fellows was under
sentence of death."

I found General Steuart very willing to have me

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conduct prayers in his tent in the evening; often the
adjutant and he and I were the only persons present.
The general read his Bible and Prayer-Book regu
larly. Throughout this thrilling campaign, I found
many opportunities of trying to help my comrades
and fellow officers in the spiritual life. Looking back
now over forty-five years of ministerial life, I am
prepared to say that in my whole experience I have
never found men so open to the frank discussion of the
subject of personal religion as the officers and men of
Lee's army. The example of our great commander
and of Stonewall Jackson and of "Jeb" Stuart — indeed
of most of our officers of high rank — had much to do
with this, in my estimation.

So wide was the door of opportunity, and so great
the need of consecrated men to preach Christ in the
army, that I often wished I was already ordained and
commissioned as a chaplain. There were occasions
when I was mistaken for a clergyman.

It was on the evening of June 3d that we received
orders to break camp at Hamilton's Crossing, cook
three days rations, and take up the line of march
northward. That day may be said to mark the open
ing of the Gettysburg campaign, although it does not
appear that General Lee had yet formed his plans
with definiteness — certainly he did not have Gettys
burg in his eye at that time.

The army had been organized into three corps,
commanded respectively by General Longstreet, Gen
eral Ewell, and General A. P. Hill. Longstreet had
now his whole corps present, McLaws' division, which
participated so effectively in the battle of Chancellors-
ville, and the divisions of Hood and Pickett, which,

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unfortunately for Lee, had been at Suffolk and did
not arrive in time, as Major-General French, in his
Memoir, thinks they ought to have done. These two
divisions only were transported by rail direct from
Richmond to the vicinity of Culpeper. McLaws'
division marched June 3d. Swell's corps followed
on June 5th. A. P. Hill's was left at Fredericksburg,
to make Hooker believe that Lee's whole army was
still in front of him on the Rappahannock. The ruse
succeeded.

Our division took up the line of march June 5th at
two A.M. — this unusually early start being intended,
I suppose, to prevent our movement being discovered
by the gentleman who daily ascended in the balloon
to spy upon us and report to General Hooker. We
marched in the following order:

The 2d Brigade, General Jones;

The 4th Brigade, General Nicholls;

The 3d Brigade, General Steuart;

The 1st Brigade (Stonewall) ;

all under command of Gen. Edward Johnson, a vigor
ous man and a stalwart fighter. Marching by way of
Massaponax Church and Spottsylvania Court House,
we halted several hours at the latter place to let
Early's division, also of Swell's corps, pass us. In
spite of our very early start we made only fifteen miles
and went into camp about 2.30 P.M.

Next day reveille sounded at three A.M. and by four
A.M. we were in line, but received countermarching
orders and returned to camp.

About this time General Pleasanton, in command of
Hooker's whole cavalry force, was making prepara
tions for crossing the Rappahannock and attacking

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"Jeb" Stuart, who, with the bulk of the Confederate
cavalry, was camped near Brandy Station on the Rap-
idan. It is just possible some rumor of this movement
may have reached our commander and this may account
for our countermarching. However, by three P.M.
we were again in motion, and we " marched till night
. . . and were overtaken by a violent rainstorm. "

June 7th we marched at 4.30 A.M. and struck the
Plank road fourteen miles from Orange Court House.
Verdiersville lay in our route and here "we filed right
and took the road to Raccoon Ford, nine miles distant.
The weather was fine, the roads excellent, the men in
good spirits, but they have had no rations." One of
them remarked good-humoredly, "They put a fellow
in the guard-house now for taking a drink of water;
and as to eating — that's out of the question." The
same day we crossed the Rapidan, not at Raccoon, but
at Somerville Ford, in the usual Confederate way.
No pontoons for us!

June 8th. Reveille at four, marched at six, passed
through Culpeper Court House at 10.30 A.M., and
camped at three P.M.

It was at this time that I began to become acquainted
with Rev. Geo. Patterson, chaplain of the Third North
Carolina Regiment, who had two conversations with
Duncan McKim, and administered to him the holy
communion the Sunday before he fell. Though I
was on the staff, he asked me if I was a clergyman -
some of the officers had told him so. That evening
at dusk, in the tent of Major Parsley of his regiment,
we solaced ourselves by singing songs. Patterson
was present. I found the men all much attached to
him — malgre his eccentricities and his very rigid

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churchmanship. He was a true and a brave man and
did his duty faithfully as he understood it. Before the
war he had been a chaplain on a plantation of North
Carolina, where there were 500 negroes, of whom 180
were communicants of the Episcopal Church. The
master paid him a salary of $3,000 a year for his ser
vices as chaplain. " Their chapel was too small to hold
them at daily morning and evening prayer." Though
they could not read, they joined earnestly in the re
sponses, having committed them to memory. He had
also taught them one or two of the Psalms, so that
they repeated them responsively in the service. By
the master's orders no work was done on fast days or
feast days, nor of course on Sundays. Such was Pat
terson's influence over them that the previous winter
he had " brought away 175 of them out of the Federal
lines, under shell fire and without any guard, and
entirely of their own accord." He told them Lincoln
had made them all free, but had no right to do it,
and they would be sinful to leave their masters, but
could do as they chose. And I was told that not one
of the 500 ran away.

Tuesday, June 9th, was an eventful day. As we
marched toward Sperryville, cannonading was heard
in the direction of Culpeper Court House. We halted
instantly and soon orders came to march back. This
was about three in the afternoon. General Pleasan-
ton after a night march had crossed the Rappahannock
at two points with the intention of destroying General
Stuart's cavalry, which was massed in Culpeper County.
In a very severe fight, characterized by great gallantry
on both sides, our superb J. E. B. Stuart had routed
both of Pleasanton's brigades and captured a good

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deal of his artillery and hundreds of his troopers.
Again, as at Chancellorsville, General Stuart showed
a very high degree of skill in handling his brigades.
Owing to the thick fog on the river, the Federal cavalry
were able to cross without being discovered, and the
Confederates were taken by surprise; but by the valor
of the officers and men, both of the cavalry and artil
lery, and by the brilliant leadership of their chief, the
tide of battle was turned, and both Gregg and Buford
driven back over the river, Stuart having beaten them
in detail.

It was a hard-fought battle — this of Brandy Sta
tion. "General Gregg's battery was captured and
recaptured several times." Doubtless it was to guard
against the possible emergency of Stuart's defeat that
our brigade was ordered back toward Culpeper,

Notwithstanding these stirring events, we had eyes
for the beautiful scenery through which we were pass
ing, as the following extract shows:

CAMP NEAR CULPEPER,

June 9, 1863.
To MY MOTHER:

We left Fredericksburg, as you know, on Friday and have
been on the march ever since until to-day. We came through
Spottsylvania C. H. and struck the plank road to Orange
a few miles from Verdiersville. There we turned off to the
right and took the road to Somerville Ford, which is a few
miles above Raccoon Ford on the Rapidan. This brought
us through a beautiful country and we began to catch
glimpses of the distant Blue Ridge. The view from the crest
of the hills which extend along the south bank of the Rapidan
was enchanting. The ground sinks almost precipitately
within a hundred yards of the river. The river itself was

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swollen from the recent rain, and the water as red as Albe-
marle soil. The banks on either side were lined with wil
lows which dipped their branches in the stream and made
a beautiful feature in the landscape. Just above the ford
there was a waterfall and an old mill in the last stages of
decay. The north bank rises more gradually. Just upon
the summit of a little knoll opposite the ford two tall chimneys
mark the spot where once stood a large old-fashioned country
house. From this point the ground ascends very gently
and broad fertile fields lie on either side of the road, with
here and there a pretty white cottage. Beyond rises the
Piedmont Range and the dim blue mountains form the back
ground. You can better imagine than I describe, how
beautiful the aspect which was spread out beneath us for
miles as we reached the crest of the range of hills I have
described. Now cast your eye down the road that leads
to the ford and see that dense column of men stretching
down to the river, across its swollen current up the farther
bank, and extending for miles until lost where the road
enters a thick grove of trees. Many of the men took off
shoes and stockings, but some regiments marched straight
through without breaking ranks. The water was nearly
waist deep, but the men pushed on with shouts, in fine
spirits. It was one of the most picturesque scenes I have
ever witnessed, and the second of the kind in which I have
borne a part since the war began. It was Sunday, but the
air was fresh and cool, the roads in splendid order, and I
enjoyed the march very much. . . . The orders about rails
have been very strict and the general ordered me to go
through every regiment in the brigade and see if there
was a single rail taken, and if so, to make the men carry
it back to the fence. It was a very disagreeable duty, and,
I felt, put me in the light of a spy before the men. Still,
I made no complaint, but rode up and down our five regi
ments, among the poor weary fellows, and executed his order
faithfully. When I returned, and had unsaddled and un-

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bridled, I reported to the general, and he ordered me to
saddle up again and ride through the wagon yard and search
for rails. This provoked me, and the discomforts of our
mess arrangements added to my vexation, and induced me to
write as I did. Let me tell you now what a good dinner
we had yesterday. I exchanged a pound of sugar for more
than half a pound of fresh butter and a quart and a half
of buttermilk. Then we had some bread toasted and some
black-eyed peas boiled and some ham fried, and though we
ate with our pen-knives, we enjoyed it very much.

June 10th we resumed our march, but not till four
P.M., and at dark were only fourteen miles beyond Cul-
peper Court House, and six miles this side of Sperry-
ville.

June llth we again had an early reveille and marched
at 4.30 A.M., passing through Sperryville and Little
Washington, and making camp at 1.30 P.M., having
made sixteen miles.

Friday, June 12th, we had reveille at three, and at
4.30 A.M. took up our march via Flint Hill for Front
Royal, where we arrived at two P.M.

"Dined luxuriously (!) with Samuels, inspector of our
brigade. At four we crossed the Shenandoah on Confed
erate pontoons — that is, by wading straight through in
column of fours. Forded both branches, the men cheering
and in fine spirits. I never saw a ford so well made. The
march has been remarkable, scarcely any stragglers. Made
twenty-three miles to-day and two fords. Halted fourteen

miles from Winchester at dark. Supped with Mrs. ,

a very pretty and very rebellious lady! Probability of a
fight to-morrow. Held prayers!"

This march of E well's corps was remarkable in sev
eral respects. In the first place four brigades of infan-

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try with baggage and ordnance trains had marched
from Fredericksburg to Winchester in seven days,
though one day had been lost by a countermarch.
(The itinerary I have given shows a succession of very
early starts from two A.M. to four A.M.) In the next
place, the movement was so well planned and carried out
that the Federal commander-in-chief had no idea that
Ewell had left his camp at Hamilton's Crossing. Stu
art's cavalry screened the inception of the movement
and after we got a good start the Blue Ridge masked
our march. That so large a force should have been
withdrawn from General Hooker's front without his
having an inkling of it, in spite of his balloon, and
that this force should have marched from the Rappa-
hannock River to the lower valley without being dis
covered by the Federal scouts, is truly astonishing.
It is not creditable to General Hooker, or to his chief
of cavalry, General Pleasanton, or to his chief of
scouts, whoever he was.

And now Ewell was preparing to swoop down upon
General Milroy, like an eagle on his unsuspecting prey.
That officer was in command of an army of 9,000 men,
and was occupying Winchester, which he had strongly
fortified. He did not dream that any of Lee's infantry
had crossed the Blue Ridge. He had been warned of
a possible raid by Stuart's cavalry, but that he did not
fear. Indeed for weeks the minds of Hooker and Pleas
anton seem to have been wholly preoccupied by that
cavalry raid of Stuart, which they were certain he was
preparing. The way in which this idea held them
amounted almost to an obsession.

As to the advance of Lee's army, which had been
going on for a week, this is what Milroy says in

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his self-exculpation for being caught napping by
Ewell:

"I deemed it impossible that Lee's army with its
immense artillery and baggage trains could have
escaped from the Army of the Potomac and crossed
the Blue Ridge through Ashby's, Chester's, and Thorn
ton's Gap, in concentric columns. The movement
must have occupied four or five days; notice of its
being in progress could have been conveyed to me by
General Hooker's headquarters in five minutes, for
telegraphic communication still existed between Balti
more and Winchester."

But no notice or warning of Ewell's approach came
to him, and when on the 12th he sent out the 12th
Pennsylvania Cavalry on a reconnoissance in the direc
tion of Front Royal, and its commanding officer re
ported to Milroy that at Cedarville, about twelve
miles from Winchester, he encountered a large force
of the enemy composed of cavalry, infantry, and
artillery, — the general discredited the report.

Out of this false security the Federal general at
Winchester was rudely awakened by the guns of Ewell
on June 13th about 11.30 A.M. Our brigade moved
at 4.30 A.M., our men much fatigued. We were to
support the Stonewall Brigade.

"Early begins the attack on the Strasburg road. Occa
sional artillery firing all day. Heavy rain in the after
noon [which probably delayed operations]. About nine P.M.
I was ordered to post three companies on picket on our
right flank. It was very dark and stormy, and having with
difficulty got the men together, I led them through the
thick undergrowth and at last struck the road. Became
thoroughly drenched and much fatigued. With ditches,

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fences woods to obstruct, I did not finish my task till eleven
o'clock, when I regained camp only by the sagacity of my
horse. Slept in the rain covered by a wet blanket.

" As usual, Sunday was the day of the real battle. Though
we expected to be in the assault on Milroy's strong works,
it fell to the lot of Early 's Brigade on the opposite side of
the fort to do this. It was a picturesque battle. Early's
Artillery opened vigorously on the north of the forts. We
could see the flash of his guns, sixteen discharges per minute,
while the Stars and Stripes waved defiantly amid the bursting
shells in the rolling smoke, the sun sinking red and angry
behind the western clouds, the advance and retreat of the
skirmishers with the sharp crack of the rifle, while cavalry
and artillery gallop into position and infantry file in column.
This, with the frowning line of breastworks along the range
of hills on the left of the Martinsburg road, forms a scene
I have leisure to admire and note down, as I sit on my horse
on an eminence comparatively safe from danger."

The rebel yell of Early 's men, as they charged posi
tion after position, could be plainly heard above the
din of battle. Our own brigade had taken a position
east of the forts and the Martinsburg road and north
east of Winchester, where we could protect the right
flank of our division. We were expecting every moment
to be ordered forward, but the order did not come, and
at no time during the battle were we heavily engaged.
I heard some of our men chaffing and joking about
the expected charge. One said, "When we charge
the intrenchments, boys, recollect the crackers inside."
"Yes," replied his comrade, "but they'll serve out
rations of ammunition to us first." A third "jolly
Reb" took up the conversation with the remark, "Well,
if Mr. Early's gang and Mr. Rodes' gang would charge
those works without us I wouldn't mind." Then

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another, "It's a lottery business, if we go in." "Yes,"
was the rejoinder, "and some of us will draw a capital
prize.77

I give this as a sample of the way our men would
crack jokes with one another on the very edge of battle.
The fighting continued after the sun had disappeared.
The flashes of the guns in the succeeding darkness
produced a lurid, weird effect. The operations of the
day had given us possession of the outer defences of
Milroy's position. It remained to complete on the
following day the work so well begun.

But would the Federal general, thus hemmed in
by superior forces, wait to be attacked next morning?
There was apprehension that he would make an effort
during the night to withdraw his forces.

CHAPTER XIII

THE BATTLE OF STEPHENSON's DEPOT

TN anticipation of such an attempt as referred to at
-*• the close of the preceding chapter, the brigade of
General Steuart moved, as soon as night set in on Sun
day, June 14th, down the Berry ville pike to its junc
tion with the road to Jordan's Springs, where it turned
head of column left so as to strike the Winchester and
Martinsburg pike at a point about four and a quarter
miles from the former place, at Stephenson's Depot.

Here, at 3.30 A.M., a halt was made at a wooden
bridge which carried the road across the railroad cut,
about 400 yards from the Martinsburg pike, which
ran at right angles to the road. Gen. Edward Johnson,
our division commander, rode across the bridge with
some staff officers to reconnoitre. I happened to be
in front and was thus the first to discern in the dim dusk
of early morning the approach of a column of the
enemy's cavalry. The leading files fired and wheeled,
and I sent a pistol shot after them. The expectation
of our officers was justified — Milroy had evacuated
the forts and was retreating to Harper's Ferry. There
ensued a severe and hotly contested engagement.
General Milroy had his whole force behind him, while
only part of one of Johnson's brigades was up, viz.,
our own, with a strength of less than 2,000 men, a
battery of artillery and no cavalry. At first, indeed,

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we had less than half that number in position to con
test the advance of the enemy.

Our infantry was at once formed in the railroad
cut to the right and left of the bridge just mentioned.
The enemy came bravely on in our front, cheering and
firing. Their fire passed for the most part over the
heads of our infantry posted in the railroad cut, and
partially protected by the embankment, but the gen
eral and staff officers on horseback on the nearer side
of the railroad cut were much exposed. The Tenth
Virginia and the First and Third North Carolina regi
ments alone stood the brunt of the first attacks, until
our battery of artillery arrived (Dement's), when two
guns were unlimbered on a slope in rear of our line
and to the left of the road, while the intrepid officer in
command pushed one gun forward and planted it on
the bridge flush with our firing line, and another to the
left and rear. Both these pieces were in easy musket
shot of the enemy. Our artillery fire demoralized the
enemy a great deal, as they could not reply, having
abandoned all their artillery in the Winchester forts in
their retreat. After the failure of their first and second
frontal attacks on the bridge, they sought to turn our
left flank by a force of cavalry and infantry which
General Johnson, "old Alleghany" as he was called,
met by forming a line perpendicular to our front line
with part of the Louisiana Brigade which had just
come up. I can see him now, as I write, riding up and
down, vehemently giving orders, and waving the big
cane which he carried instead of a sword, because of
the lameness which resulted from his wound at the
battle of Alleghany. His bravery and regardlessness
of danger was an inspiration to the men, who responded

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with alacrity to his example. The staff officers had a
busy time in carrying out the orders of our chiefs at
this stage of the battle. It was now that I had a nar
row escape. In riding from our centre to the left
flank I rode a little too high on the slope occupied by
our artillery before mentioned, when, at one of the
discharges, a solid shot from one of our guns passed
so close to my head that the wind of it almost knocked
me from my horse.

While this effort to turn our left flank was still in
progress, Milroy made a vigorous attack upon our right,
which rested in a wood, and was " refused" at a sharp
angle toward our rear. Thus we were assailed in
front and on both flanks, and for some time our right,
was in great danger, until the old Stonewall Brigade,
arriving in the nick of time, saved the position there.

The centre now engrossed our attention, for the
enemy were making desperate efforts to break through
at the bridge. The situation was serious, for the am
munition of the Third Brigade was all but exhausted -
one round only left. That little wooden bridge wit
nessed one of the most superb displays of dauntless
intrepidity that was seen during the whole war. The
men serving the piece planted there were fearfully
exposed. It was the key of our position, and the fire
of the enemy was especially directed to disabling that
gun, which had so long held them at bay. Lieut.
C. S. Contee was in command. His men fell around
him till all were killed or wounded but himself and
one other, but they continued undauntedly serving
their piece in its perilous position, unsupported except
by a line of bayonets below in the railway cut. At
every discharge the recoil carried the gun almost over

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the side of the bridge, but before it could roll over,
these brave men were at the wheel rolling it back into
its place. Two sets of cannoneers, thirteen out of
sixteen, were killed and disabled.

But now Lieutenant Contee's leg was broken, and
there was but one man left (he is living to-day), and
he could not serve the gun alone. The enemy were
pressing forward in another determined charge when
Lieutenant Morgan and I came to the help of the one
hero remaining on the bridge unhurt.1 I had seen the
desperate situation of the gun and had ridden up as
rapidly as my tired horse could carry me to see if I
could render any help. Springing from my horse
and throwing the reins over the arm of a poor fellow
lying wounded in the fence corner, I ran to the caisson,
and taking four canister shot in my arms, ran up the
bank to the bridge where Morgan met me. Together,
with the assistance of the one cannoneer, we served
the Federals with grape and canister just in time to
smash up their charge and save the bridge. They were
within less than forty yards of it. I then mounted my
horse (who was wild with excitement) and set out

1 1 append an extract from the Report of Major-Gen. Edward
Johnson, Rebellion Records, vol. xxvu., p. 502. " Before closing this
report, I beg leave to state that I have never seen superior artillery
practice to that of Andrew's battalion in this engagement and especially
the section under Lieutenant (C.S ) Contee (Dement's battery),
one gun of which was placed on the bridge above referred to, and the
other a little to the left and rear. Both pieces were very much exposed
during the whole action. Four successive attempts were made to
carry the bridge. Two sets of cannoneers (13 out of 16) were killed
and disabled. Lieutenant-Colonel Andrews and Lieutenant Contee,
whose gallantry calls for special mention, fell wounded at this point.
Lieutenant John A. Morgan, First North Carolina Regiment, and
Lieutenant Randolph H. McKim took the place of the disabled cannon
eers, rendering valuable assistance, deserving special mention."

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in a full run for reinforcements. Meeting two regi
ments of Nichol's Brigade, commanded by Colonel
Williams, I cried to them to hurry forward and save
their comrades and the fortunes of the day at the
bridge. The Louisianians readily responded, but their
commanding officer, " thinking it best not to expose
himself," declined to accept orders from me, which
of course he had a perfect right to do. Whether he
ought to have refused my appeal is another question.
General Steuart was on the right and Major-General
Johnson on the left. In the centre there was no gen
eral officer, so there was no one who could command
the regiments to move forward. At length they
responded to my appeal, however, and moved forward
to support the Third Brigade, but by this time the
enemy had had enough of Morgan's canister and gave
over the attempt to capture the bridge.

Captain Garrison now went to the rear after the
ammunition wagons, and was nearly captured by a
body of the enemy which had gotten in our rear between
us and our wagon train. Fortunately they were only
intent on making their escape.

By this time our whole division was up, and the
advantage in numbers, which for several hours had been
with the Federals, was now with us. The Stonewall
Brigade on our right, led by General Walker, now
charged with a yell and swept the enemy before them.
Beaten back at every point and unable to break our
lines, the enemy in our front surrendered. The num
ber of prisoners captured in this battle was upward
of 3,000. Total here and at Winchester more than
4,000. Also a train of about 200 wagons, 22 pieces
of artillery (taken at Winchester): viz., 15 three-inch

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rifles, 5 twenty-pound Parrott guns, and 2 eighteen-
pounder howitzers. The enemy's loss at Stephenson's
Depot, in killed and wounded, was heavy, ours much
less. General Milroy with his cavalry succeeded in
making his escape. Colonel Mosby, in his recent book,
says Ewell had plenty of cavalry. If so, I never saw
them, and it is a pity that General Ewell did not dis
cover them and send them to intercept Milroy on this
occasion.

Thus the battle of Stephenson's Depot terminated
successfully for Ewell — disastrously to Milroy. The
operations of the 13th, 14th, and 15th were a complete
surprise to the authorities in Washington. As late
as the 14th a telegram from General Halleck informed
General Schenck that it was " reported that Long-
street's and Swell's Corps had passed through Cul-
peper Court House in the direction of the Valley." In
fact Longstreet was still encamped in Culpeper County
on the 14th of June, and it was not till the 15th, the day
of the battle at Stephenson's Depot, that his three
divisions — Hood's, McLaws', and Pickett's — took
up the line of march northward. But though this
affair ended in disaster to Milroy, it was a close call.
G. H. Steuart's Brigade arrived at the bridge in the nick
of time. One hour later, or even half an hour, would
have been too late. And it was with great difficulty
Steuart was able to hold his own against Milroy's
determined attacks with superior numbers during
the first hour of the engagement. But for the heroism
of those Maryland cannoneers serving the gun on the
bridge and the other near by, Milroy's infantry must
have broken through and escaped, with disastrous
results to the Third Brigade. They stood to their guns

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till fifteen out of sixteen fell, and even then the one
man remaining on the bridge would not give up the
gun. But the question arises, Ought such a risk to
have been incurred? If there was apprehension that
the enemy would try to escape by that road, ought
not at least two or three brigades have been there to
meet him, instead of one? The others were so far
back that they arrived almost too late to save that
one from disaster.

All honor to the men of Steuart's Brigade for what
they did that morning. I visited the battle field
many years after, and thought I recognized the very
fence corner where the wounded soldier lay who allowed
me to hitch my horse to his arm, while I ran to Contee's
help on the bridge. Some three years ago I was
attending the decoration of the graves of the Confed
erate dead in Arlington Cemetery, and was sitting on
the platform waiting for my turn to speak, when an
arm was thrust up from the crowd below and my
hand warmly grasped. The owner, looking up, said,
"I was one of the men lying wounded on the bridge
that day at Stephenson's, when you came up."

CHAPTER XIV

THE MARCH TO GETTYSBURG

ON Wednesday, June 17th, at two P.M. we took up
our line of march northward, halting at Smith-
field, and marching again next morning at four. This I
have noted as a "very oppressive march" -probably
because of the heat. We crossed the Potomac near
Shepherdstown on Thursday about half past two.
My chief, Gen. G. H. Steuart, and I rode side by side
through the river, and our horses' feet touched the
sacred soil of our native State at the same moment; but
before I could guess his intention the general sprang
from his horse, and dropping on his hands and knees,
kissed the ground. This act of his was the expression
of a feeling of love and loyalty which was deep and
strong in the hearts of us all. We loved Maryland.
We were proud of her history, of her traditions. We
felt that she was in bondage against her will, and we
burned with desire to have part in liberating her. She
had not seceded. There was no star in the Confederate
battle flag to represent Maryland. But we believed, in
spite of the division of sentiment in the State, that if
she had been free to speak, her voice would have been
for the South. At the very inception of the struggle,
her Legislature had been invaded by the military arm,
and a number of its members had been thrown into

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prison, but the last act of that Legislature, before it
was deprived of its liberty, was to pass a resolution
declaring coercion an unconstitutional act, subversive
of freedom, and expressing its sympathy with the
South and its desire for the recognition of the Southern
Confederacy.

Marylanders who joined the Confederate Army are
sometimes blamed for their act, on the ground that
they had not the excuse which the men of Virginia
and other Southern States had, that they were obeying
the mandate of their native State in the course they
pursued. But the State of Maryland, in its last free
utterance, had in effect forbidden her sons to aid in
the subjugation of the Southern States, on pain of par
taking in the crime of subverting liberty. Had we
then remained at home, we should have been liable
to conscription in the armies raised for this very pur
pose — the subjugation of the Southern States. Were
we not, then, justified by our loyalty to our State in
exiling ourselves from Maryland to avoid having part
in a service which she had branded as an assault on
constitutional liberty? And if our State had declared
by the voice of her Legislature that the Southern Con
federacy ought to be recognized, did not loyalty to
Maryland justify our act in giving what aid we could
for the establishment of the independence of the
Confederacy? In fact, as the case presented itself to
our minds, we were compelled to choose between the
love of the Union and the love of liberty. We could
not feel ourselves blameworthy, because we preferred
Liberty without Union to Union without Liberty. I
speak now of what we believed — of our deep and
solemn convictions. Those who differ with us may

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challenge, if they will, the correctness of our judgment;
they cannot fairly impeach our patriotism.

Believing as we did that the war was a war of sub
jugation, and that it meant, if successful, the destruc
tion of our liberties, the issue in our minds was clearly
drawn as I have stated it, — The Union without Lib
erty, or Liberty without the Union. And if we are
reminded that the success of the Federal armies did
not involve, in fact, the destruction of liberty, I answer
by traversing that statement, and pointing out that
during all the long and bitter period of " Recon
struction," the liberties of the Southern States were
completely suppressed. Representative government
existed only in name. In the end, by the blessing of
God, the spirit of the martyred Lincoln prevailed over
the spirit of despotism as incarnated in Thaddeus
Stevens and Charles Sumner, and after long eclipse
the sun of liberty and self-government again shone
south of Mason and Dixon's line.

There were not less than twenty thousand Mary-
landers who went into voluntary exile that they might
fight for the Southern cause, and wherever they were,
in whatever branch of the service, they made an honor
able name for fortitude and valor. Many of them
rose to positions of distinction. Maryland furnished
three major-generals to the Confederate Army and
eleven brigadiers. I may repeat here what I have
written elsewhere, that "to be a Confederate soldier
meant for the Marylander, in addition to hardship and
danger, exile from home and kindred. It meant to
be cut off from communication with father and mother,
brother and sister, and wife. It meant to have an impen
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he loved and cherished best in the world. Oh, the lone
liness of the Maryland soldier of the Confederate Army
on his solitary post, when on guard duty — or in the
silence of the night wrapped in his blanket under the
stars — or lying wounded on the battle field, or sick
in hospital! Oh, the unutterable longing then for the
faces of those whom he had left behind!"

It was natural, then, that whenever in our campaign
ing we came in sight of the hills or the shores of Mary
land, our men would be wrought up to a high degree
of excitement, and the hope would leap up in our hearts
that we might soon be marching triumphantly to our
old homes again.

The Second Maryland Battalion (successor to the first
regiment, which had been mustered out in the summer
of 1862) was about this time attached to Steuart's
Brigade; and when we reached Shepherdstown on
Thursday, June 18th, on our way to cross into Mary
land, it was given the front of the column. The cit
izens of the town — especially the ladies — gave us
an enthusiastic reception. The general and all his
staff had bouquets presented them. It was a gala
day for the Maryland men. When we were well over
the river and had gone into camp, the Maryland bat
talion had songs and great rejoicings, and Lieut. Jas.
Franklin made an appropriate address. I made this
record :

" It was an hour full of hope long deferred, and now,
actually on the soil of my native State, which my feet have
not pressed since the first of May, 1861, I find it difficult
to realize that it is not all a dream."

The following Sunday, June 21st, found us camped
near the battle ground of Sharpsburg, which had been

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fought Sept. 17th, 1862. With intense interest we
recalled the thrilling story of that tremendous conflict,
the bloodiest of the war up to that time, when Lee,
with 35,000 men, held his ground successfully against
McClellan with 87,000, in that fierce struggle, when
American manhood on both sides displayed its highest
qualities of valor and intrepidity. That the Federal
general, when the disposition of Lee's several corps
was revealed to him by the mysteriously intercepted
despatch, should not have destroyed the Confederate
Army in detail, separated as its two wings were, must
forever tarnish his reputation as a commander, excel
lent as he was as an organizer and as a tactician! A
study of this battle reveals the marvellous intrepidity
and determination of General Lee. He stands out
here as a daring and aggressive fighter, second in these
qualities not even to his great Lieutenant Stonewall
Jackson. The Council of War at the close of the battle
vividly reflects this fact. Going over part of the field,
the extreme left of the Confederate position, we saw
trees that had been cut down as if by the teeth of a
saw by the concentrated musketry fire, — silent wit
nesses of the destructive volleys of the opposing armies.

The same morning we had received from the ladies
of Shepherdstown a battle flag for our brigade head
quarters. The women in that town were always dis
tinguished for their devotion to the Confederate cause.
How many a poor fellow was their debtor for help
and sympathy in time of need. In Sharpsburg, too,
we were pleased to find decided evidences of the sym
pathy of the people.

Looking over the notes which I kept of this campaign
in a little pocket note-book about four inches square —

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kept in pencil, by the way, in a very fine hand and yet
distinctly legible after the lapse of over forty-five years
-I am impressed anew with the religious suscepti
bility of the rank and file of Lee's army. I find fre
quent mention of religious services by the chaplains,
and of prayer-meetings, conducted sometimes by my
self. Thus the day after we crossed the Potomac I
" at tended and conducted one of the prayer-meetings
of the Maryland Regiment with much pleasure."

And on Sunday, June 21st, the Rev. Mr. Patterson
of the Third North Carolina "held service, preached,
and administered the communion." Again, on June
22d, Monday:

"This morning, after reading and praying in the woods,
I saw a group of our men looking at some soldiers' graves,
and, with their permission, read (the Bible) and prayed
with them."

These brave men who followed Lee with such sub
lime devotion felt no incompatibility in their calling
as soldiers with the profession of a Christian. They_
were not soldiers of fortune; they were not mercenaries;
they were soldiers of duty. And they were not waging
a war of aggression, or of conquest, but of self-defence.
They were in arms to protect their homes and their
firesides from the invader. This invasion of Pennsyl
vania on which they were entering was a defensive
operation. It was to draw the Federal armies out of
Virginia. And I may here say that Lee's army strictly
observed the order of their noble chief, in which he
charged his soldiers not to molest private property.
"The duties exacted of us," said he, "by civilization
and Christianity are not less obligatory in the coun-

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try of the enemy than in our own." Compare with
this the statement of General Sherman as to his
famous march to the sea:

" I estimate the damage done to the State of Georgia at one hun
dred million dollars, at least twenty millions of which inured to our
benefit, and the remainder was simply waste and destruction."

Again and again in this Pennsylvania campaign the
citizens told us that we treated them far better than
their own soldiers did. I can truly say I didn't see a
fence rail burned between Hagerstown and Gettysburg.

Supplies of cattle and other necessaries were taken
and paid for in Confederate money, the only money
we had. Major Harry Gilmor, in his account of this
business says, "My orders were, in all cases where the
horses had not been run off and hidden, to leave a pair
of plough horses to each family, and to take no milch
cows at all."

Colonel Fremantle of the British army bears testi
mony to the good conduct of our men. He says:
"I went into Chambersburg and witnessed the singu
larly good behavior of the troops toward the citizens.
... To one who has seen, as I have, the ravages of
the Northern troops in Southern towns, this forbear
ance seems most commendable and surprising."

I append General Lee's order on this subject.

HEADQUARTERS ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA,
Chambersburg, Pa., June 27, 1863.

GENERAL ORDER No. 73.

"The commanding general has observed with marked satisfaction
the conduct of the troops on the march, and confidently anticipates
results commensurate with the high spirit they have manifested. No
troops could have displayed greater fortitude or better performed the
arduous marches of the past ten days. Their conduct in other respects
has, with few exceptions, been in keeping with their character as soldiers
and entitles them to approbation and praise.

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"There have, however, been instances of forgetfulness on the part
of some, that they have in keeping the yet unsullied reputation of the
army, and that the duties exacted of us by civilization and Christianity
are not less obligatory in the country of the enemy than in our own.
The commanding general considers that no greater disgrace could
befall the army, and through it our whole people, than the perpetration
of the barbarous outrages upon the innocent and defenseless and the
wanton destruction of private property that have marked the course
of the enemy in our own country. Such proceedings not only disgrace
the perpetrators and all connected with them, but are subversive of
the discipline and efficiency of the army, and destructive of the ends
of our present movements. It must be remembered that we make war
only on armed men, and that we cannot take vengeance for the wrongs
our people have suffered, without lowering ourselves in the eyes of all
whose abhorrence has been excited by the atrocities of our enemy,
and offending against Him to whom vengeance belongeth, without
whose favor and support our efforts will prove in vain.

"The commanding general, therefore, earnestly exhorts the troops
to abstain, with most scrupulous care, from unnecessary or wanton
injury to private property, and he enjoins upon all officers to arrest
and bring to summary punishment all who shall in any way offend
against the orders on this subject.

"R. E. LEE,

"General."

I have now to make brief mention of an expedition
under Gen. G. H. Steuart to McConnellsburg, Fulton
County, Pennsylvania, which lies beyond the Tusca-
rora Mountains, which constitute the western boun
dary of the great Cumberland Valley that runs from
Hagerstown to Harrisburg. A glance at the map
will show that McConnellsburg is as far west of Hagers
town as Gettysburg is east of it; that its latitude is
considerably north of that of Gettysburg; and that
in order to reach it, General Steuart 's force had to cross
three subsidiary ranges of mountains.

The force under Steuart 's command consisted of the
Third Brigade (which included now the Second Mary
land infantry in addition to the three Virginia regi-

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ments and the two North Carolina regiments), a
battery of artillery, and Major Gilmor's cavalry. The
column moved from Sharpsburg at five A.M., ^Tuesday,
June 23d, and passed through Hagerstown about noon,
receiving there an enthusiastic reception from the ladies
of the town. "It was a proud day for the Maryland
men, and they stepped out beautifully to the tap of the
drum." Camp was made five miles north of Hagers
town near the Pennsylvania line at three P.M., after
a march of seventeen miles. The march thence to
McConnellsburg, a distance of upward of twenty miles,
was made on Wednesday, by way of Greencastle,
Upton, and Mercersburg, passing through two gaps
in the mountains. When we were already eleven
miles on our march, the general sent me back to Hagers
town after the Maryland cavalry, which had not yet
reported to him as ordered. We were marching
through the mountains in the enemy's country, far
from any support, without any cavalry to feel the way
before us. I had a lonely ride back, also through a
hostile country, and did not find Major Harry Gil-
mor till after I had reached Hagerstown. He and I
then rode ahead, the cavalry following some distance
behind. Gilmor was one of the most daring arid reck
less of the cavalry leaders in the army, — a man of
great stature, powerful build, and great physical endur
ance. His "Four Years in the Saddle" is full of excit
ing and daring episodes, illustrating the character of
the man. Stopping at a farmhouse for refreshment
for man and beast, Gilmor entered into conversation
with the farmer, and I was much amused to hear him
tell the farmer that we were certain of success, because
our army, from General Lee down, was wholly com-

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posed of Christian men — his own conversation being
punctuated meanwhile with many an oath. He
explained that he was a rare exception. Indeed, he
looked more like one of Claverhouse's dragoons than a
leader in an army of saints. My horse and I had cov
ered fifty miles before night. General Steuart was an
exacting chief, and what with the reveilles before
daylight, the forced marches, and the many orders to
be executed, I had not had for a long time more than
three or four hours sleep a day. I find a note in my
diary in this campaign, that in five days I had had but
twelve hours sleep all told.

The behavior of the men since we entered Pennsyl
vania had been most exemplary. At McConnells-
burg there had been one breach of General Lee's orders,
but that was the solitary exception. I find this note,
' ' Our division has not burned a fence rail since we have
been in Pennsylvania," and also this, "The people
were frightened to death, and only asked us to spare
their lives and not burn their houses. But finding us
so quiet and orderly, they became calm and said we
treated them much better than their own men."

What a contrast was all this to the behavior of the
Federal armies in Virginia and throughout the South
from the beginning to the end of the war, with some
honorable exceptions. In their very first march,
from Alexandria to Manassas, the Union soldiers pil
laged the houses of the people and committed many
depredations. When, after that battle, we passed
through Fairfax Court House, the people had much to
tell of what they had suffered during the forward march
of McDowell's army. General Sherman's famous
dictum that "War is hell" is undoubtedly true of

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war as conducted by him in Georgia and the Carolinas,
and as conducted by Sheridan in Virginia. It has no
application to war as conducted by General Lee in
Pennsylvania — always excepting the horrors of the
battle field. When General Sheridan visited the head
quarters of the Prussian Army before Sedan, he told
Bismarck that the correct principle on which to con
duct an invasion was to "leave the people nothing but
eyes to weep with."1 Those words well embody the
ruthless spirit in which he ravaged the valley of Virginia
in 1864.

From McConnellsburg we marched on Friday, June
26th, eastward again, passing through the gap to
Loudonton in Franklin County, and thence through
St. Thomas almost to Chambersburg in the Cumberland
Valley, a distance of over twenty miles. Major Gilmor
captured near St. Thomas "sixty head of cattle, forty
horses, some mules, and a few militia." We had now
marched about fifty miles in Pennsylvania and had
encountered no opposition of any kind till the appear
ance of the "few militia" now mentioned. Neverthe
less, we had marched with due precaution, a squadron
of cavalry in front, then one regiment of infantry,
then a section of artillery, then the rest of our infantry,
then another section of artillery, then ambulance and
wagon trains, and lastly a rear guard of cavalry.
Saturday, the 27th, we passed through Chambers-
general Sheridan thus expressed himself : "The proper strategy
consists, in the first place, in inflicting as telling blows as possible
upon the enemy's army, and then in causing the inhabitants so much
suffering that they must long for peace, and force their government
to demand it. The people must be left nothing but their eyes to
weep with over the war." Secret pages of Bismarck's history by
Moritz Busch, vol. i., p. 128.

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burg and Green Village and on to Shippensburg, through
which we pressed to Stoughstown, seven miles farther,
and camped at Big Spring near Springfield. "At
Springfield I bought seven copies of the New Testa
ment" for distribution among the men. The surprise
of the storekeeper when an officer of the terrible Rebel
Army desired to purchase copies of the New Testa
ment may be imagined. Perhaps he thought if the
rebels would read the Good Book, they might repent
of their wicked Rebellion. This recalls a familiar story
of General Lee. Some time after the war, he received
a letter informing him that the writer had learned
that the Arlington family Bible was in the possession
of a lady in a certain Western city and suggesting that
if the general would write to her and claim it, it might
be restored to his possession. But General Lee said
in reply that he would not disturb the lady on the sub
ject, adding, with that quiet humor which distinguished
him, that if she would read the Good Book and reflect
upon its precepts, perhaps she would restore it of her
own accord.

On Sunday, the 28th, we were still marching north
ward toward Harrisburg, and were now within less than
a day's march of Carlisle. My notes mention that
the men were much broken down, many of them having
marched barefooted.

The object of this expedition of ours into the moun
tains west of the Cumberland Valley was, I suppose,
the capture of cattle for the supply of the commissa
riat. If I recollect aright, it had not been very success
ful in this respect, though the sixty head were a welcome
auxiliary to the needs of the army.

But now evidently we were marching to effect a

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junction with the other divisions of our corps. Ewell
had been instructed by Lee to move towards the Sus-
quehanna, and threaten Harrisburg. At this time
part of his corps was at Carlisle, about eighteen miles
southwest of Harrisburg, and part, under Early, was
at York, about twenty-five miles southeast of Harris
burg, and within, say, eight miles of the Susquehanna.
Ewell had sent forward his engineer, Captain Rich
ardson, with Jenkins' Cavalry to reconnoitre the de
fences of Harrisburg, and "was starting on [Monday]
the 29th for that place, when ordered by the general
commanding to join the main body of the army at
Cashtown, near Gettysburg." No doubt, therefore,
our brigade was pressing on to join General Ewell
in front of Harrisburg, but on that same day, Monday
the 29th, at nine A.M. we received orders to " march
back toward Chambersburg." This countermarch was
continued that day and Tuesday, the 30th, till we
reached Green Village, when we moved, head of column
left, and marched east toward Fayetteville. Then
Wednesday, July 1st, we passed through Fayetteville
and through the gap to Cashtown. "On top of the
mountain we heard rapid cannonading." The battle
of Gettysburg — so big with fate — had begun.

CHAPTER XV

THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG! OBSERVATIONS AND
PERSONAL INCIDENTS

T3EFORE proceeding to record my personal experi-
*~* ences and observations on this eventful field,
I shall endeavor to explain, as best I can, the signifi
cance of the operations of the Confederate Army up to
this point, and the plan of campaign which the com-
mander-in-chief apparently had in mind.

Well, it is clear in the first place that the object of
General Lee in the invasion of Pennsylvania was to
draw the Federal armies out of Virginia, and to relieve
that State of the war at least for a brief period. This
Pennsylvania campaign, although offensive in form,
was defensive in purpose. This is made clear by Gen
eral Lee's letter of June 8th to Mr. Seddon, Secretary
of War at Richmond, and his letter to Mr. Jefferson
Davis from Williamsport on June 25th.

Secondly, when entered upon, it was not Lee's inten
tion to fight an offensive, but a defensive battle. He
says in his Report of July 31st, 1863, "It had not
been intended to fight a general battle at such a dis
tance from our base, unless attacked by the enemy."

Thirdly, up to the night of June 28th, at which time
Lee was at Chambersburg with the corps of Longstreet
and Hill close at hand, it was Lee's intention to continue
the advance northward, and apparently to concentrate

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his entire army at Harrisburg. This is affirmed in
both his Reports, that of July 31st, 1863, and that of
January, 1864. We cannot suppose so crucial a point
would have been twice affirmed by the commander-in-
chief if it had not been true. He says hi the former
Report, " Preparations were now made to advance
upon Harrisburg/' In the latter, " Orders were there
fore issued to move upon Harrisburg."1

Fourth, that plan was abandoned for a reason which
is thus stated in Lee's second Report, "The advance
against Harrisburg was arrested by intelligence received
from a scout on the night of the 28th to the effect that
the army of General Hooker had crossed the Potomac

1 Colonel Mosby says in his book, " Stuart's Cavalry in the Gettysburg
Campaign " (p. 115), "If General Lee had intended to take his army to
Harrisburg, as Marshall says, he would not have turned to the east at
Chambersburg, and would not have sent Heth on to Cashtown."

To prove these facts he quotes Colonel Fremantle, the English visitor
who states that he found Generals Lee and Longstreet camped on the
Gettysburg road, three quarters of a mile east of Chambersburg —
this on June 27 or 28 — and he also quotes Jacob Hoke's "Great In
vasion" which states that on Friday, 26th, Rodes division and Johnson's
also moved down the Harrisburg road, and that about 8 A.M. Heth's
division of Hill's corps entered Chambersburg, but instead of following
Johnson's and Rodes' divisions, turned east in the direction of Gettys
burg and encamped near Fayetteville. Hoke concluded from this
that Baltimore and Washington were Lee's destination — Now do
these facts certainly prove that Lee had not at that time any intention
of concentrating his army at Harrisburg? I do not think so. It does
not seem to have occurred to Colonel Mosby that the movements which
Mr.' Hoke witnessed might have been intended to produce on the minds
of the Federal authorities at Washington (to whom they would certainly
be reported) the same impression which they produced on the mind
of Mr. Hoke — in other words to deceive the enemy as to his real

But there is another explanation. General Hill in his Report states
that he was ordered to move through York, cross the Susquehanna,
and then move against Harrisburg.

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and was approaching the South Mountain. In the
absence of the cavalry it was impossible to ascertain
his intentions; but to deter him from advancing fur
ther west, and intercepting our communications with
Virginia, it was determined to concentrate the army
east of the mountains."

Fifth, this eastward movement, and concentration
east of the South Mountain, does not explain the
battle of Gettysburg. It did not necessarily result
in a battle at that place. The orders given, and the
reports of Ewell and Early, make it plain that the
purpose of the Confederate commander was to con
centrate the army in the vicinity of Cashtown, where
it would have held a very strong defensive position -
impregnable indeed — and where Lee if attacked could
have fought a defensive battle, as he purposed to do.

This, then, was the situation when the sun rose
on July 1st. A. P. HilPs corps had marched from
Chambersburg east to Cashtown, and all his divisions
except Anderson's were already east of the mountains.
Swell's divisions were on the march for the same point;
Edward Johnson, having marched southwest from
Carlisle by way of Shippensburg and Fayetteville,
on the west of the great South Mountain; Rodes'
division having marched from Carlisle directly south
across the South Mountain, and on the east side of
the same, by way of Heidlersburg and Middletown;
and Early's division southwest from York by way of
Hunterstown and Mummasberg. Longstreet's corps
was marching from Chambersburg east to Cash-
town.

What the purpose of the Confederate commander-
in-chief was in this concentration at Cashtown can

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perhaps only be inferred. Longstreet had advised
Lee to concentrate east of South Mountain and "bear
down to meet the enemy." But Lee himself had,
before leaving Virginia, expressed his determination
not to fight a great battle unless attacked. Colonel
Mosby's ingenious suggestion has, therefore, much
in its favor. Arguing from the fact that Lee left all
the gaps south of Cash town open, he thinks Lee meant
by so doing to entice Hooker to cross into the Cumber
land Valley, "seize Lee's communications and strike
him in his rear." "That was Lee's own favorite ma
noeuvre, and no doubt he calculated that Hooker would
follow his example; if so, he would flank Hooker and
go on to Washington." Colonel Mosby adds that
Hooker took the bait, and intended to do what Lee
hoped he would do, but Halleck interposed his veto,
and Hooker indignantly asked to be relieved. On
June 28th, in the afternoon, at Frederick city, Hooker
was relieved of the command of the Army of the Poto
mac. This fact, according to the testimony of General
Longstreet, became known to General Lee that same
night before midnight.

Sixth. The battle of Gettysburg was precipitated
by the advance of Lieutenant-General Hill the early
morning of July 1st. Lee had certainly given his
lieutenants to understand that he did not wish a
general engagement brought on. Ewell says in his
Report that on the 1st of July he was moving with
Rodes' division towards Cashtown, and had ordered
Early to follow, but before he reached Middletown,
which is about nine miles east of Cashtown and nearly
the same distance north of Gettysburg, he "received
notice from General Hill that he was advancing upon

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Gettysburg," and that he therefore " turned the head
of Rodes' column towards that place by the Middle-
town road, sending word to Early to advance directly
on the Heidlersburg road." General Ewell also says
that he " notified the general commanding of his move
ments, and was informed by him that, in case we found
the enemy's force very large, he did not want a gen
eral engagement brought on until the rest of the army
came up." Now as General Lee's headquarters that
morning were at Greenwood, nine miles west of Cash-
town, it must have taken several hours for Ewell to
send him this message and receive his reply. In fact,
before General Lee's answer arrived Ewell says Hill
was heavily engaged, Carter's artillery of his own corps
was in action, and heavy masses of the enemy were mov
ing into position in his front. There is no evidence
that General Lee expected a battle that day. In fact,
he was fifteen miles away when Hill began his forward
movement. He wrote General Imboden from Green
wood, July 1st, 7.30 A.M. that his headquarters for the
present would be near Cashtown, — eight miles west
of Gettysburg — this while Hill and Heth were already
marching into battle northwest of Gettysburg. No
one claims, I believe, that the commander-in-chief
ordered this advance of Lieutenant-General Hill.1
So that we appear justified in the conclusion that
General Lee was dragged into this great battle by the
unauthorized action of one of his lieutenants in ad
vancing without orders and fighting a battle. In his
report General Hill says he advanced for the purpose

1 Gen. E. P. Alexander says, "Hill's movement to Gettysburg
was made of his own motion, and with the knowledge that he would
find the enemy's cavalry in possession." Memoirs, p. 381.

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of making a reconnoissance — to ascertain if the enemy
were in force near Gettysburg.

There were nearly 50,000 men engaged in the battle
that day, Rodes and Early having come to Hill's assist
ance in his extremity. They turned the tide in favor
of the Confederates, who till their arrival had had the
worst of it. The charge of Gordon's Georgia brigade
of Early's division at three P.M. gave the coup de grace
to the Federal line. It has been thus described :

"Without waiting for artillery to prepare their way, or
for skirmishers to feel for the enemy, the array of Georgian
troops descended on both wings of the llth Corps, and,
with the precision acquired on many battle fields, swiftly
and silently moved forward to the assault without firing
a shot. The sight of Jackson's veterans once more threaten
ing to close with them in hand to hand conflict struck a chill
to the hearts of men they had so recently defeated, and
who now had to face that long brown line hardly distinguish
able from the corn over which it trampled, save for the
fringe of steel glittering above it in the July sun, and for
a dozen crimson standards which flaunted defiantly the
starry cross of the Confederacy. Like the sickles of a great
line of reapers the sharp bayonets came nearer through the
ruddy gold of the ripening wheat; then the line disappeared,
only to emerge a minute later unbroken and unhesitating
from the willows which lined the little stream. The sight
was too much for the nerves of Barlow's men. Some there
were who gallantly stood to be bayoneted when their
comrades fled. Barlow himself and many superior officers
fell in the fire which preluded the Southern charge, but
the first line was borne back half a mile before it rallied
on its reserves at the Almshouse." — CAPT. CECIL BATTINE,
"Crisis of the Confederacy," pp. 196, 197.

The battle, which lasted six hours, resulted disas-

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trously to the Federals. General Reynolds was killed,
the llth Corps was almost annihilated, 5,000 prisoners
were taken, including two general officers, and three
pieces of artillery, and the enemy driven two miles
into and beyond Gettysburg.

But it was a costly victory, for it compelled Lee
to accept the alternative of retreating or fighting
—fighting on a field where the Federal Army had every
advantage of position, where it must be assailed at
great disadvantage to the assailants, whether on the
right or the left flank or in the centre. Whoever has
visited the field will recognize the great difficulty of
a concerted attack by the forces of Lee, and also that
when Meade was attacked in one part of his line, he
could hurry troops easily and quickly from another
part to its succor, because his line was like a horseshoe,
or rather like a fish-hook.

And yet General Lee's decision to attack the Fed
eral Army the next day was justified by the situation
at nightfall of July 1st. The enemy to the number of
about 25,000 had been defeated with great loss and
driven from the field in disorder. One of his corps
was almost annihilated. The finest officer in the Union
army had been killed. Lee's army was well concen
trated, Longstreet's corps (the last) having bivouacked
within four miles of Gettysburg, while a large part
of the Federal Army was still far from the field. And
the key of the position, Little Round Top, was within
his grasp, — if he might count on his orders being
obeyed. General Lee could not foresee that the first
corps, then four miles from the field, would not be
launched against Little Round Top till four P.M. in
stead of nine A.M. the next day.

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But to proceed with my observations. I have
intimated that General Stuart was not the only one
of Lee's lieutenants who failed to accomplish what
might have been expected of him in the Gettys
burg campaign.1 The serious error of Gen. A. P. Hill
has already been referred to. That was followed by
the grave mistake of Lieutenant-General Ewell in not
pressing the pursuit of the enemy and seizing Cemetery
Hill. General Lee did not arrive in sight of the field
until 2.30 P.M., and could not therefore grasp the situ
ation in all its features, but he promptly sent a staff
officer to General Ewell, saying that he could see the
enemy in retreat over the hill and suggesting, but not
commanding, that he should be pursued and Cemetery
Hill seized. General Early, General Gordon, and
General Trimble were all urgent with General Ewell
to advance. Col. E. V. White, about dark, "saw the
enemy leaving Cemetery Hill," and reported to Gen
eral Ewell what he had seen. No advance was made,
and the enemy proceeded leisurely, during the night
and next morning, to fortify their position and make it
impregnable. Had it been attacked on the evening
of July 1st, it would have been easily taken, as we now
know, and the great battle would have been fought on
another field, or else would have terminated disas
trously for the Federal Army.

The next failure was on the part of General Long-
street. The Confederate commander, upon his arrival
on the field after the battle of July 1st was over, had
immediately seen the great importance of Little Round
Top. I saw him sweep the horizon with his glass, and
noted that he scanned that elevation with great atten-

1 See Appendix, B.

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tion. Accordingly General Longstreet was ordered to
move the next morning "as early as practicable with
the portion of his command that was up, around to gain
the Emmitsburg road on the enemy's left" (Long-
street's statement). This order he took the responsi
bility of disobeying (by his own confession), preferring
to wait till the last of his brigades was up; and so the
movement which should have been made early in the
day (his troops bivouacked within four miles of
the battle field the night before) did not take place till
four P.M. Thus the golden opportunity was lost which
would have given Lee the key of the battle field. Even
then, at that late hour, it was discovered during the
attack that Little Round Top was unoccupied, and
Longstreet was asked by one of his generals for per
mission to make a flank movement and seize it, -
which could easily have been done; but he refused,
saying his orders were to attack in front.

This looks like a sullen refusal of a great opportu
nity by one whose advice the evening before had been
dissented from by the commanding general. Major
F. G. R. Henderson, the distinguished English military
critic, comments as follows:

"His summary message to the divisional commander
to carry out the original plan, at least, lays him open to the
suspicion that although he was prepared to obey orders,
it was like a machine and not like an intelligent being."

If he hesitated to act on his own initiative, the com-
mander-in-chief could easily have been consulted.

By this fatal and inexcusable delay the advantage
of superior numbers which was with the Confederates
on the morning of the 2d of July was thrown away.

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Before Longstreet attacked, the advantage of numbers
had shifted to the other side by the arrival of large
bodies of Federal troops.

Had this been seized by the Confederates, Meade
could not have held his position. It dominated the
whole Federal line. But there was great and unac
countable delay; so that the Federals got possession of
it, arriving about twenty minutes before the column
of Longstreet. It would appear that Hancock marched
twenty miles while Longstreet was marching six.

Now there can be no doubt that that eminence of
Little Round Top was the key of the battle field, and
Lee's recognition of this, with the knowledge that his
troops were near enough to seize it, completely justi
fies his decision to fight on that field. He could not
anticipate the unnecessary delay in the execution of
his order. No wonder he showed impatience the next
day as hour after hour passed, and still Longstreet's
column did not appear. Colonel Taylor says it was
the only occasion during the war when he ever saw
General Lee impatient.

Captain Battine, the English military critic, in dis
cussing the question whether Lee should have attacked
the Gettysburg position, says:

"The point on which the question really depended was
what chance the Confederates had of inflicting a decisive
defeat, and there can be no doubt that the opportunity
was the brightest they had made for themselves since they
let McClellan escape from the banks of the Chickahominy.
One third of the Federal Army had been severely defeated,
the remainder were concentrating with difficulty by forced
marching; a prompt deployment of all his available forces
would have placed victory within Lee's grasp. The reso-

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lution to attack was therefore sound and wise, — the failure
lay in faults of execution which were caused to some extent
at any rate by the want of sympathetic co-operation of the
corps commander."- -" Crisis of the Confederacy," p. 207.

Into the question whether the charge of Pickett's
division on the third day ought to have been ordered
- whether Lee had a right to expect that it would suc
ceed — I do not propose to enter. I will only say, he
did not have the cordial cooperation of his second in
command, and the charge was not made, and was
not supported, as he directed. Major Henderson,
the English military critic and author of the "Life of
Stonewall Jackson/' has left a valuable discussion of
the battle of Gettysburg in which he says that it was
the purpose of General Lee that the charge should
have been made by 30,000 men. Instead, 15,000
made the charge, while the rest of the army looked
idly on!

Thus it appears that in this great crisis of the war,
the Confederate commander-in-chief was not properly
supported by his subordinate commanders. All three
of his lieutenant-generals failed him at need, as well
as his chief of cavalry. Never had Lee commanded
so fine an army as when he crossed the Potomac to
enter upon this Pennsylvania campaign. It was
better equipped than ever before. Its discipline was
excellent, its morale superb. It had the prestige of
victory. It was full of confidence and enthusiasm.
It had unbounded trust in the genius of its com
mander. Never was it so confident of victory.

That victory did not crown its efforts does not appear
to have been due to the failure of its chief or to any
lack of heroic courage on the part of the rank and file

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of the army, but to the strange and unaccountab
shortcomings of four splendid soldiers upon whom
was accustomed to rely with confidence, and who had
ever been loyal to him. It must also be admitted
that Lee's tactics in this battle were not at all up to
the standard of his strategy. There was a strange
failure to coordinate the attacks of the several corps
of the army. Splendid assaults were made at differ
ent points of the line; but in no instance were these
supported. There seemed to be a paralysis of the
coordinating faculty all along the line. If we seek the]
ultimate solution of the mystery of this failure when*
all the omens pointed to success, we can only say,'
"It was not the will of God.7' Like Hector at Troy,*
Lee was fighting against the supernal powers. And yet'
it can hardly be said that Gettysburg, though a Con
federate failure, was a Federal victory. It was rather
a drawn battle. The first day was marked by a splen
did success for the Confederates, with large spoils of
war, in prisoners (5,000) and in artillery (20 pieces).
The second day Sickles was almost annihilated by
Longstreet. The third day Pickett's magnificent charge
was repulsed, and the charge of Johnson's division on
Gulp's Hill likewise.

But Lee was foiled, not beaten. The morale of his
army was not shaken. He offered battle on Seminary
Ridge all day of July 4th, but Meade did not accept
the gage. It was not considered by him or his corps
commanders prudent to do so. The Federal Army was
more seriously shaken than its opponent. Its losses
were considerably larger.

When Lee decided to retire into Virginia, after Meade
had declined his offer of battle on July 4th, his retreat

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was so deliberate that in twenty-four hours he only
marched seven or eight miles.
Here is the record in my diary:

"On Saturday night (July 4) we left camp at Gettysburg,
marching very slowly in consequence of the length of the
ordnance and artillery train, and the ruggedness and
mountainous nature of the road. The enemy pursued us
with great caution, not daring to attack. By Sunday
night we had made about seven or eight miles. Monday
we marched as far as Waynesboro just beyond the moun
tain."

Then on Tuesday we continued our march and made
eight miles, going into camp on the Leitersburg road,
three miles east of Hagerstown. Wednesday we were
still in camp at the same place. Thursday we t i lay in
camp." Friday we moved camp to a point three miles
beyond Hagerstown. The Federal cavalry was twice
defeated in attacks on his trains, once July 6th, at
Williamsport, by Imboden, and again at Hagerstown,
July 7th, by General Stuart.

Near Hagerstown Lee again offered battle on July
llth, a week after the conflict ended at Gettysburg,
- his only defences being the light breastworks thrown
up by the men with their bayonets. Sunday, the 12th,
his army was still in line awaiting attack, but no attack
was made. Meade had called a council of war to
consider whether he should attack or no. Mr. Lin
coln was telegraphing him that he had only to close
his hand and crush Lee; but Meade's generals coun
selled him against it — they realized that if he did,
he would find he was closing it on a hornet's nest.

It is a great mistake to suppose that the army of

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Lee was at all shaken or demoralized by the battle.
It was on the contrary as full of fight as ever — as
ready to obey the commands of its idolized chief.
Very few brigades had had so hard fighting or suffered
such heavy losses as that of Gen. Geo. H. Steuart (the
third brigade of Johnson's division), but our men were
eager for the Federals to attack us at Hagerstown,
and confident we could repulse them.

This spirit and this confidence is reflected in my
diary and in my correspondence. In a letter to my
mother I wrote:

HAGERSTOWN, July 7, 1863.

"The army is in fine spirits and confident of success when
they again meet the enemy. This you may rely upon and
so you may comfort yourselves with it. A military blunder
was committed, but the men never fought better."

Again I wrote:

MARTINSBURG, July 15, 1863.

"Let me tell you not to believe the stories in the Northern
papers about the rout and demoralization of our army.
We remained in Maryland ten days after the battle, and
yet our enemy dared not attack us, though we lay in line
of battle three days within half a mile of him. Our loss
was not as heavy as theirs according to their own account,
either in killed or prisoners. The men are in good discipline
and spirits, and ready to teach our foes a lesson when they
meet them again."

In the same letter I said:

"My heart bleeds when I think of the bitter disappoint
ment you have all experienced in the retreat of our army from
Maryland. To us who have thought the hopes, for two
long years deferred, were about to be realized, and have

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suddenly been so grievously disappointed — to us it is a
heavy blow, and our hearts are bowed with the greatness of
our grief — but to you, brave, noble women of Maryland,
it must be far more bitter and more crushing. Our deepest
sympathies go out to you, but still we say, Hope on! Do not
despair!"

And in my diary:

"Saturday, July 11. This morning formed in line of
battle, left resting a mile or two from Hagerstown. . . . The
Potomac is still unfordable, but if the enemy only will
attack us, we don't want to cross the river.1 May the Lord
be on our side and show Himself our Helper and our Defense.
Our trust is in his right hand, and in His holy arm. Our
own strength will not save us. ... I went into the last
battle feeling that victory must be ours — that such an army
could not be foiled, and that God would certainly declare
Himself on our side. Now I feel that unless He sees fit to
bless our arms, our valor will not avail."

When General Lee did cross the Potomac (the night
of July 13th), the passage was effected successfully,
without the loss of a single piece of artillery — and
scarcely a wagon. That was a trying march for Lee's
army from Gettysburg to Hagerstown.

"During the whole march it rained hard, and the men
had not one day's rations in the three. Consequently
depredations were committed [such as pig sticking, chicken
taking, etc.] Fence rails were burned for the first time in
Pennsylvania, and by permission. I have seldom suffered
as much on any march. Want of food and sleep, and the

1 The following entry the Thursday previous shows we were not at
all nervous about the proximity of the enemy. "Dr. Johnson, Johnnie
Boyle, and I went out to see Mr. Berry and took dinner. Returning,
supped with Mr. Rogan. Made sick by the good things." Next day,
"Rode in the ambulance for the first time since I've been a soldier."

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tediousness of movement, together with the inclemency of
the weather and the roughness of the roads."

Reverting to the story of the battle, there are one
or two things I wish to mention of a personal nature.
As we were on the march to the field, on July 1st, the
distant booming of the cannon in our ears, one of the
privates of Murray's company came up to me, during
a brief halt by the roadside, and said he wanted to
speak to me. It was James Iglehart, of Annapolis.
We stepped aside, and I said, "What is it, Iglehart?"
He answered, " Lieutenant, I want to ask your par
don." "My pardon!" said I. "Why, what on earth
do you mean?" "Fve done you an injustice," he said,
"and before we go into this battle, I want to tell you
so, and have your forgiveness." I told him I could
not imagine what he meant, and he then said that he
had thought from my bearing toward him that I was
"proud and stuck up," because I was an officer and he
only a private in the ranks, but now he saw that he was
entirely mistaken and he wanted to wipe out the un
spoken injustice he had done me. The next time I heard
his voice was in that last terrible charge on Gulp's Hill,
when our column had been dashed back like a wave
breaking in spray against a rock. "McKim," he cried,
"McKim, for God's sake, help me!" I turned and saw
him prostrate on the ground, shot through both thighs.
I went back a few yards, and putting my arm round
him, dragged him to the shelter of a great rock and laid
him down to die. There are two things that rise in
my thought when I think of this incident. One is
that if he hadn't come to me two days before and re
lieved his mind as he did, the gallant fellow would
not have asked my help. And the other is that the

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men in blue in that breastwork must have been touched
with pity when they saw me trying to help poor Igle-
hart. It took some minutes to go back and get him
behind that rock, and they could have shot us both
down with perfect ease if they had chosen to do it.

In my Narrative I have referred to that tremen
dous artillery duel which shook the earth for two hours
on the afternoon of the second day of the battle. I
now set down the fact that I held my watch in my hand
and counted the number of discharges in one minute:
it was one hundred and eighty. "It was a beautiful
sight, but an awful one." I think it was before this
that I went, first to the Tenth Virginia, and then to the
Second Maryland Regiment, and conducted religious
services. There was a peculiar solemnity in thus appeal
ing to the Almighty for His protection on the battle
field itself, just before rushing forward to assault the
lines of the enemy. The men were lying on their arms,
momentarily expecting to be ordered to the charge,
and they seemed thankful for the opportunity of join
ing in divine worship. It was for many a poor fellow
his last service on earth.

In talking with survivors of this great battle, I have
sometimes remarked that I thought I had performed
an exploit at Gettysburg that none of them could
match. "What is that?" "Why," said I, "I went
sound asleep in the very midst of the heaviest firing,
lying in the Federal breastworks!" And I did, in very
deed and truth. I had taken three men, at the crisis
of the conflict, when word had come to General Steuart
that our ammunition was almost exhausted, and had
gone on foot to the ammunition wagons about a mile
distant and brought three boxes of ammunition in

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blankets swung to rails through the burning sun up
Gulp's Hill to our men. When I at length dropped my
precious burden in the breastworks, I fell over utterly
exhausted with the exertion, and with the loss of sleep
for six days before the battle, and fell asleep. Such
exhaustion completely banishes the sense of danger;
and the bursting shell and whistling bullets made no
impression on me whatever in those moments of utter
collapse. Whether I slept two minutes, or five, I do
not know, but I was rudely awakened by a piece of
shell striking me painfully on the back, but its force
was spent — it did me no real hurt.

This reminds me that on one of the recent occasions
when the graves of the Confederate dead in Arlington
were being decorated with flowers, a gentleman came
up to me and said, "Dr. McKim, I am very glad to
see you again. It is more than forty years since we
met, and we were not acquaintances then; but I can
never forget the face of the man who brought us that
ammunition in the Federal breastworks on Gulp's Hill.
I claim the privilege of introducing myself to you."

Very few men in that battle in our brigade but were
touched by shot or shell, even if they escaped being
wounded. I myself was touched four times without
being hurt. A ball grazed my shoulder as I was bring
ing the ammunition up Gulp's Hill. Another went
through my haversack and ripped the back off a New
Testament I had in my pocket. Then the piece of
shell rebounded from a tree and struck me in the back
as I have mentioned. But the most remarkable escape
I had was from a ball which struck me on the wrist
as I was forming the line for the last charge on Gulp's
Hill. The pain was sharp for a moment and my arm

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was thrown out violently by the blow, but no bone was
broken, and not a drop of blood drawn — only a large
lump over the wrist-bone, red and angry looking.
"Your arm is broken, is it not, Lieutenant?" said
Colonel Warren of the Tenth Virginia. "I don't know
yet," said I, as I drew off my gauntlet; while inwardly
I said, "I hope it is. I'd be glad to compromise with
the loss of an arm to get out of this hopeless charge."
But I had no excuse for not going forward. The ball
had struck a brass button on my gauntlet and had
glanced aside; and the reason I wore gauntlets with
brass buttons was that I had exchanged mine, which
had none, for those of my cousin, Major W. Duncan
McKim, who preferred mine to his!

I would like here to pay a tribute to the splendid
fortitude of the Third Brigade, and especially of the
Second Maryland Regiment, on Gulp's Hill on July 3d.
And I refer not so much to that last magnificent charge,
in which that regiment was conspicuous above others,
but to the steadiness with which the brigade obeyed
the order to evacuate the intrenchments and retire to
the foot of the hill. As I have said elsewhere, "To
rush forward in the fire and fury of battle does not
test a soldier's mettle as it does to retreat, under
such circumstances, in good order. And I point to
that column, after that night and day of battle, after
their terrible losses, after that fatal repulse in the bay
onet charge, their nerves shaken by all that they had
endured, — I point to it marching steadily down that
hill of death, while the heroic Capt. Geo. Williamson
and another staff officer, with drawn swords, walked
backward (face to the enemy) to steady them — never
breaking into a run, never losing their order, -- and

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I say, 'Then and there was the supreme exhibition of
their soldierly qualities!' '

I extract from my diary the following passage.
Referring to the night of the 2d3 I wrote:

" General Steuart ordered me again to the hospital to bring
up the ambulances. I did not return till half past three in the
morning and so got no sleep. [I remember that I had just
lain down with my bridle over my arm when the first shell
of the Federal artillery came crashing over our heads.] At
four this morning the enemy opened fire, contrary to our
expectations. We had heard the rumbling of wagons and
artillery all night and supposed they were leaving." [In
stead they were massing their artillery to drive us out.]

Swinton says, " During the night a powerful artil
lery was accumulated against the point entered by the
enemy." He further says, "The troops of the 12th
Corps had returned from the left, and the divisions
of Williams and Gray, aided by Shaler's brigade, of
the Sixth Corps, entered upon the severe struggle to
regain the lost position of the line." Thus not less
than seven brigades were launched against that one
small brigade of Steuart. Had Longstreet attacked
on the right at daybreak as ordered, this could not have
been done. Was there any heroism displayed in that
tremendous battle greater than that exhibited by those
2,200 men of the Third Brigade?1

Let it be remembered, too, that while we were
pounded for hours by that powerful artillery, we had
not a single piece on that hill to make reply. They
marvelled that we did not return their artillery fire.
Resuming the extract from my diary:

1 By that time their number was less than 2,000.

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"This hill [on our right] commanded the breastworks
which we held, and we were exposed to an enfilading fire
of musketry and artillery from four A.M. till eleven A.M."

Referring to the charge ordered by Major-General
Johnson, and disapproved by Steuart and Daniels:

"The men were mowed down with fearful rapidity, by
two lines in front and a force on the left flank, besides an
artillery fire from the left rear. It was the most fearful
fire I ever encountered, and my heart was sickened with
the sight of so many gallant men sacrificed. The greatest
confusion ensued, — regiments were reduced to companies
and everything mixed up. It came very near being a rout."

Again :

"We were next formed on the breastwork [of the enemy]
and exposed to a terrific fire exceeding, by the testimony of
all, any engagement the army has been in. I never felt
so miserable in my life — the possibility of defeat, the
slaughter of the men, the retreat from the breastworks,
and the consequent confusion, and the almost certain expec
tation of being killed or wounded, and the vivid fore
sight of the grief of my poor wife — all made me feel
more miserable than I have ever been before. But I
strengthened my heart by prayer and was enabled to be
perfectly calm. The storm of shot and shell was terrible,
yet I went to sleep in the midst of it several times, so weary
was I. We formed again at the foot of the hill and remained
till evening, when new troops were brought on and fighting
continued till now (five P.M.)."

This shows that my notes were made on the battle
field. The fighting after that hour was only sharp-
shooting — no volley firing — no charges or counter
charging. It is amazing that the Federals made no
attempt to drive us across the creek. It shows how

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badly they were punished and how seriously their
morale was shaken.

" At 1.30 A.M. [July 4] the order was given to retire, and it
was executed so quietly that though the enemy's pickets were
only fifty yards from ours they did not discover it till day
broke and we had formed in line of battle along a ridge
beyond the town. [Seminary Ridge.] Here we threw up
a hasty breastwork and awaited the attack of the enemy
all day, but night came without developing any such inten
tion. During the morning the baggage trains were sent off
toward Williamsport, and we followed very slowly late in
the night [eleven P.M.]."

One of the officers killed on Gulp's Hill was Major
Benjamin Watkins Leigh, of the staff of Major-Gen.
Edward Johnson. Nothing was known at the time
of the manner or place of his death; but many years
afterward I had a letter from a Federal officer in
Massachusetts telling how it occurred. It seems that
Major Leigh, seeing a group of Confederates in a very
exposed position raise a white flag in order to sur
render to the enemy, gallantly rode into their midst
to prevent the execution of their purpose. While so
engaged he met his death, and my correspondent said
that the day after the battle he was found lying on
the field still in the saddle, his horse dead with him
as if a part of him — horse and rider having been
killed at the same moment. It was, my correspond
ent said, a strange spectacle. Stranger perhaps it
was that I should receive the story of his death a
quarter of a century after it occurred, from one whom
I did not know, and of whom I had never heard.

At Williamsport the following amusing incident
occurred. While the wagon-trains were massed there

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waiting for the river to fall, the enemy's cavalry ap
proached and shelled the banks of the river. There
is a deep hollow or depression there on the north side
of the Potomac, and here the wagons were parked.
A Confederate quartermaster officer approached the
spot during the artillery fire and was amazed to observe
that not a single teamster was to be seen. He could
not account for it, until he happened to look toward
the river, and there saw hundreds of black heads just
showing above the water. The negro teamsters with
one accord had plunged into the river to escape the
shells, and were submerged to the neck!

During an artillery duel at or near Williamsport
the negro servant of one of our officers appeared on
the scene, close to the artillery while it was in action.
" Caesar," said the officer, "what are you doing here?
Have I not ordered you always to keep in the rear
when fighting is going on?" "Yes, Marster," said
the negro, "I know you is told me dat. But I declar'
fo' God, I'se look ebery whar on dis here battle field
dis day, and I cyarnt find no rear." The river was the
rear of the Confederate line, and the Federals were
shelling it vigorously to prevent a crossing.

I have mentioned on a previous page the chaplain of
the Third North Carolina Regiment, Rev. Geo. Patter
son. The following incident well illustrates the char
acter of the man. One of the officers of the brigade
was desperately wounded in the battle of the third
day, and Mr. Patterson was promptly by his side to
minister to him. He took a lantern and went out alone
on the battle field and found him. It had become known
that we had orders to withdraw, and the good chap
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obliged to leave him and march with his regiment,
whereupon the officer asked him to read the burial
service over him before he left, "for," said he, "I
know I'm as good as dead." To this request Mr.
Patterson gave a cheerful assent, and there on the
battle field, in the darkness of the night, by the light
of a lantern, the solemn service was read, and Mr.
Patterson bade the dying officer farewell.

But the colonel did not die, but recovered his
health, and many years afterwards, in the year 1886,
in a Western town, he met Rev. Mr. Patterson and
cordially greeted him. That gentleman, however, did
not recognize him, and shading his eyes with his hand,
looked at him intently a moment and then shook his
head, saying, "I don't know you. Who are you?"
The officer replied, "I am Colonel B., of — North
Carolina Regiment." To which Patterson promptly
replied, "Now I know you are lying, for I buried
him at Gettysburg!"

CHAPTER XVI
STEUART'S BRIGADE AT GETTYSBURG — A NARRATIVE1

INTRODUCTORY NOTE

NEW YORK, March 4, 1878.
REV. J. WM. JONES, D.D.,

Secretary Southern Historical Society.

DEAR SIR: The sketch which I send herewith has been
prepared at the urgent request of several of the survivors of
the Third Brigade (Second Corps, A. N. V.), who think that
justice to the memory of the heroic men of that command
who gave up their lives at Gettysburg demands a more
extended notice than has yet appeared of the part borne
by them on that bloody field. (Owing to the fact that on
the 3d of July I was occupied chiefly on the right of the
line, my narrative relates principally to the deeds of the
regiments on the right.) In preparing the narrative my
memory has been assisted by pocket memoranda, made on
the field, and by letters written immediately after the events
related. This enables me to hope that in all substantial
points this account may be relied on as accurate.

It is proper to add that I was attached as aide-de-camp
to the staff of the brigadier-general commanding the brigade,
so that I had excellent opportunities of informing myself
of its condition and its deeds.

Very respectfully, your obedient servant,

RANDOLPH H. McKiM.

third brigade of Johnson's division entered the
battle of Gettysburg very much jaded by the hard
marching which fell to its lot the week previous. It

1 Reprinted from "Southern Historical Society Papers," June, 1878.

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formed part of an expeditionary force of infantry,
cavalry, and artillery which was detached from the
Second Corps on the 24th of June, under the command
of Brig.-Gen. George H. Steuart, and ordered to Mer-
cersburg and McConnellsburg. In the execution of the
duty assigned it was required to perform some heavy
marching, as the following itinerary record will show:

Tuesday, June 23, 1863. — Broke camp near Sharpsburg,
and, passing through Hagerstown, halted five miles beyond
at three o'clock. Distance, seventeen miles.

Wednesday, June 24. — Moved at 4.30 A.M. At Green-
castle filed to the left on the road to Mercersburg. Entered
McConnellsburg about nine P.M. after a march of twenty-
four miles.

Friday, June 26. — Marched from McConnellsburg to
Chambersburg, twenty miles, through a steady rain. The
cavalry under Major Gilmor captured sixty head of cattle,
forty horses, a few mules, and some militia.

Saturday, June 27. — Column moved at 7.30 A.M., through
Shippensburg, to Springfield. Men much broken down,
having marched nineteen miles, many of them barefooted.

Sunday, June 28. — After a short march of six or seven
miles made camp at two P.M., about five miles south of Car
lisle. Rejoined our division to-day.

Monday, June 29. — About nine A.M. received orders
to march back to Chambersburg. Great surprise ex
pressed. Marched eleven miles and camped one mile
south of Stoughstown.

Tuesday, June 30. — Column moved at five A.M. Passed
through Shippensburg, to Green Village, where we took left
road to Fayetteville.

Wednesday, July 1. — Column moved at seven A.M.
Passed through Fayetteville. On top of mountain heard
rapid cannonading. Soon saw the smoke of the battle, and
then of burning houses. Hurried to the front, but the battle

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was over. Distance from our camp on Monday to Gettys
burg, thirty-five miles. This was marched by the brigade
on Tuesday and Wednesday. It may have been a greater
distance; it was not less. Our camp on the night of the 30th
must have been not far east or west of Greenwood.

Thus it appears that the men of the Third Brigade
had marched, within the nine days preceding the
battle, at least 133, perhaps as many as 138 miles.
But, though weary and footsore, they moved forward
with alacrity to take part in the great conflict which
had already begun. In the first day's action they were
not engaged, the enemy having been driven from the
field by A. P. Hill, Rodes, and Early before their arrival.
The time of their arrival may be fixed by the circum
stance which I distinctly remember, viz., the arrival
of General Lee upon the field, his survey of the enemy's
position on Cemetery Hill with his glass, and the des
patch of one of his staff immediately in the direction
of the town.

Passing over the scene of conflict, where the line of
battle could be in some places distinctly traced by the
ranks of dead Federal soldiers, they entered the town
of Gettysburg a little before dusk. (The time of our
entering the town I fix by the fact that I easily read
a letter handed me by Major Douglass.) After con
siderable delay the brigade moved to the east and south
east of the town and halted for the night, the men
lying down upon their arms in confident expectation
of engaging the enemy with the morning light.

Greatly did officers and men marvel as morning,
noon, and afternoon passed in inaction — on our part,
not on the enemy's, for, as we well knew, he was plying
axe and pick and shovel in fortifying a position which

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was already sufficiently formidable. Meanwhile one of
our staff conducted religious services, first in the Tenth
Virginia, then in the Second Maryland Regiment,
the men gladly joining in the solemn services, which
they knew would be for many of their number the last
they should ever engage in on earth. At length, after
the conclusion of that tremendous artillery duel which
for two hours shook the earth, the infantry began to
move. It was past six P.M. before our brigade was
ordered forward — nearly twenty-four hours after we had
gotten into position. We were to storm the eastern
face of Gulp's Hill, a rough and rugged eminence on
the southeast of the town, which formed the key to
the enemy's right centre. Passing first through a
small skirt of woods, we advanced rapidly in line of
battle across a corn field which lay between us and the
base of the hill, the enemy opening upon us briskly
as soon as we were unmasked. Rock creek, waist-
deep in some places, was waded, and now the whole
line, except the First North Carolina, held in reserve
on our left flank, pressed up the steep acclivity through
the darkness, and was soon hotly engaged with the
enemy. After the conflict had been going on for some
time, I ventured to urge the brigadier-general com
manding to send forward the First North Carolina to
reinforce their struggling comrades.1 Receiving orders
to that effect, I led the regiment up the hill, guided

1 It was dark, and General Steuart detained one regiment in the
field mentioned to prevent our flank being turned. The firing in the
woods now became very rapid, and volley after volley echoed and re
echoed among the hills. I felt very anxious about our boys in front,
and several times urged General Steuart to send the reserve regiment
to the support of the remainder of the brigade. — Extract from letter
written after the battle.

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only by the flashes of the muskets, until I reached a
position abreast of our line of fire on the right. In
front, a hundred yards or so, I saw another line of fire,
but owing to the thick foliage could not determine
whether the musket flashes were up or down the hill.
Finding that bullets were whistling over our heads,
I concluded the force in our front must be the enemy,
and seeing, as I thought, an admirable chance of turn
ing their flank, I urged Colonel Brown to move rapidly
forward and fire. When we reached what I supposed
the proper position, I shouted, "Fire on them, boys;
fire on them!" At that moment Major Parsley, the
gallant officer in command of the Third North Carolina,
rushed up and shouted, "They are our own men."
Owing to the din of battle the command to fire had
not been heard except by those nearest to me, and I
believe no injury resulted from my mistake. I men
tion it only to assume the responsibility for the order.
Soon after this the works1 were gallantly charged and
taken about 9.30 P.M., after a hard conflict of two hours,
in which the Second Maryland and the Third North
Carolina were the chief sufferers.2 Among those who
fell severely wounded was Col. James R. Herbert, of
the Second Maryland. The losses in the two regiments
named were heavy, but the men were eager to press
on to the crest of the hill. This, owing to the darkness

1 Let me tell you the character of their works. They were built of
heavy logs, with earth piled against them to the thickness of five feet,
and abattis in front. — Extract from a letter.

2 Bates (author of " The History of the Battle of Gettysburg ") shows
his ignorance of the real state of the conflict when he says, "the fast-
coming darkness drew its curtains around the vulnerable parts every
where spread out." It was 9 or 9.30 P.M. before the works to which
he refers were taken by our brigade two hours after dark.

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and the lateness of the hour, it was resolved not to do.1
A Federal historian (B. J. Lossing, in his "Pictorial His
tory of the Civil War") gives the following account
of this night conflict: " Johnson moved under cover of
the woods and deepening twilight, and expected an
easy conquest by which a way would be opened for the
remainder of Swell's corps to the National rear; but
he found a formidable antagonist in Greene's brigade.
The assault was made with great vigor, but for more than
two hours Greene, assisted by a part of Wadsworth's
command, fought the assailants, strewing the wooded
slope in front of the works with the Confederate dead
and wounded, and holding his position firmly. Finally,
his antagonist penetrated the works near Spangler's
Spring, from which the troops had been temporarily
withdrawn." (Vol. Ill, p. 691.) This statement
needs correction. There is no doubt of the fact that
the works taken by Steuart's brigade that night were
occupied by Federal troops and that they poured a
deadly fire into its ranks. After this fire had been
kept up for two hours those troops were indeed " with
drawn" — but the orders came from the men of Steuart's
brigade, and they were delivered at the point of the
bayonet.2

1 Again and again did the rebels attack in front and flank; but as
often as they approached they were stricken down and disappeared.
(Bates' "Gettysburg," p. 139.) This is one of his many misstatements.
I say of my own knowledge that the only troops in position to assault
this work on the flank were those of the Third Brigade, and they made
no attempt to take it until the next day. This is, unhappily, too
true. An assault then would have promised success.

2 1 find a similar statement in Swinton's "Army of the Potomac,"
p. 355, in a pamphlet by Dr. Jacobs, and in an article by General
Howard in the Atlantic Monthly, July, 1876. I was at a loss to account
for it until I observed that General Howard describes the vacated

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It is sufficient answer to this statement of the
Federal historian to quote the language of General
Lee's official report (Southern Historical Society Papers
for July, 1876, p. 42): "The troops of the former
(Johnson) moved steadily up the steep and rugged
ascent under heavy fire, driving the enemy into his
intrenchments, part of which were carried by Steuart's
brigade, and a number of prisoners taken."

The position thus so hardly l won and at so dear a
cost was one of great importance. It was within a

works as situated between McAllister's Mill and Gulp's Hill. From
these works part of the 12th Corps had been withdrawn to reinforce
Meade's left. But these were not the works occupied by Steuart's brigade,
whose charge was made on Gulp's Hill itself, to the north of Spangler's
Spring. Bates says: "Passing over the abandoned breastworks further
to the right, the enemy found nothing to oppose him, and pushed out
through the woods in their rear over the stone fences that skirt the
fields farther to the south, and had nearly gained the Baltimore pike.
Indeed, the reserve artillery and ammunition, and the headquarters
of General Slocum, the commander of the right wing of the army,
were within musket range of his farthest advance." (Page 140.)
This statement, if true at all, must have reference to the movements of
troops on our left. Steuart's men did not advance beyond those
redoubtable works which, although vacant, belched forth flame and
Minie balls, which were just as fatal as though they had been occupied
by soldiers! Being dark, we cannot say we saw the men behind them,
but we saw the musketry flashes and we felt the balls that came thick
into our ranks, and some of the private soldiers who survive testify
that when they leaped the works they saw dead and wounded Federal
soldiers on the other side.

1 Bates himself, on another page (147), makes an admission fatal
to his former assertion: " On the extreme Union right he had effected
a lodgment [this, remember, General Lee says was done by Steuart's
brigade], and had pushed forward in dangerous proximity to the very
vitals of the army; . . . the night was sure to give opportunity for
dispositions which would oust him FROM HIS ALREADY DEAR-BOUGHT
ADVANTAGE." How was it ' ' dear-bought " if occupied without oppo
sition? Verily, unoccupied breastworks must have been fatal spots
in that battle.

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few hundred yards of the Baltimore turnpike, which
I think it commanded. Its capture was a breach in
the enemy's lines through which troops might have
been poured and the strong positions of Cemetery Hill
rendered untenable. General Howard says: "The
ground was rough, and the woods so thick that their
generals did not realize till morning what they had
gained." Dr. Jacobs says: "This might have proved
disastrous to us had it not occurred at so late an hour."
And Swinton declares it was "a position which, if held
by him, would enable him to take Meade's entire line in
reverse." ("Army of the Potomac," p. 355.1)

It is only in keeping with the haphazard character
of the whole battle that the capture of a point of such
strategic importance should not have been taken advan
tage of by the Confederates. It remains, however,
no less a proud memory for the officers and men of the
Third Brigade that their prowess gained for the Con
federate general a position where "Meade's entire line
might have been taken in reverse."

But if the Confederates did not realize what they had
gained, the Federals were fully aware what they had
lost. Accordingly, they spent the night massing troops
and artillery for an effort to regain their works. " Dur
ing the night," says Swinton (page 356), "a powerful
artillery was accumulated against the point entered
by the enemy." Through the long hours of the night
we heard the rumbling of their guns, and thought
they were evacuating the hill. The first streak of day-

1 Bates is of the same opinion: "Had he known the advantage which
was open to him, and all that we now know, he might, with the troops
he had, have played havoc with the trains, and set the whole army
in retreat; but he was ignorant of the prize which was within his grasp."
- Page 140.

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light revealed our mistake. It was scarcely dawn
(the writer of this had just lain down to sleep after a
night in the saddle) when their artillery opened upon
us, at a range of about 500 yards, a terrific and gall
ing fire, to which we had no means of replying, as our
guns could not be dragged up that steep and rugged
ascent.1 Then, a little after sunrise, their infantry
moved forward in heavy force to attack us. "The
troops of the 12th Corps/7 says Swinton, "had re
turned from the left, and the divisions of Williams and
Geary, aided by Shaler's brigade, of the Sixth Corps,
entered upon a severe struggle to regain the lost posi
tion of the line." 2 They drove in our skirmishers,
but could not dislodge us from the works we had cap
tured, although these were commanded in part by the
works on the crest of the hill to our right, whence a gall
ing fire was poured into our ranks. Next a strong
effort was made to take us in flank, and I well remem
ber that at one time our line resembled three sides of
a pentagon, the left side being composed of some other
brigade, centre and right composed of our own bri
gade, which thus occupied the most advanced position
toward the crest of the hill.3 About this time, I think,

1 "To one conversant with the ground, it is now apparent why the
enemy did not reply. The creek, the forest, and the steep acclivities
made it utterly impossible for him to move up his guns, and this cir
cumstance contributed to the weakness of his position and the futility
of his occupation of this part of the line. . . . But, though he fought
with a determined bravery well worthy the name of the old-time leader,
yet he gained no ground and had sustained terrible losses."

2 The enemy was evidently before us in immense numbers, and posted
behind two lines of breastworks. To resist them we had but one
division, which was subsequently strengthened by the brigades of
Smith and Daniel. — Extract from a letter.

3 "The crest of the hill to the right was still more difficult of approach,

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word came to General Steuart that the men's ammuni
tion was almost exhausted. One of his staff immedi
ately took three men and went on foot to the wagons,
distant about a mile and a quarter, and brought up
two boxes of cartridges. " We emptied each box into a
blanket and swung the blanket on a rail, and so carried
it to the front." It was now, I think, about half-past
nine, and ever since four o'clock the fire of the enemy
had been almost continuous, at times tremendous.1
Professor Jacobs says, "The battle raged furiously, and
was maintained with desperate obstinacy on both sides."
He goes on to speak of the " terrible slaughter" of our
men. General Howard says: "I went over the ground
five years after the battle, and marks of the struggle
were still to be observed — the moss on the rocks
was discolored in hundreds of places where the bul
lets had struck; the trees, as cut off, lopped down,
or shivered, were still there; stumps and trees were

and from it the enemy were able to enfilade our whole line. . . . The
struggle for the hill now became more and more fierce. The enemy
endeavored to drive us out of the works. They attacked us in front
and in flank, and opened a terrific cannonading upon us from a battery
posted about 500 yards off. ... On the right and left flank, where
our lines were almost perpendicular to the front line, there were no
breastworks, and the struggle was very fierce and bloody. Our men
maintained their position, however, and received reinforcements."
(Extract from a letter.} The Third North Carolina was on the right,
and suffered most heavily during this part of the battle, so that but
a handful were left to participate in the final charge.

1 "As the day wore on, the heat from the fire and smoke of battle,
and the scorching of the July sun, became so intense as to be almost
past endurance. Men were completely exhausted in the progress
of the struggle, and had to be often relieved; but revived by fresh air
and a little period of rest, again returned to the front." (Bates,
p. 142.) No such refreshing rest had our brave men. They were never
relieved for a moment during all that seven-hours' unintermitting fire
of which General Kane speaks.

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perforated with holes where leaden balls had since
been dug out, and remnants of the rough breastworks
remained. I did not wonder that General Geary, who
was in the thickest of this fight, thought the main
battle of Gettysburg must have been fought there." 1
(Atlantic Monthly, July, 1876, p. 66.)

But all the efforts of the enemy failed to dislodge
us. Unassisted, the Third Brigade held the position
they had won the night before. Several writers speak
of Johnson being heavily reinforced. It may be. But
I feel sure that that far-advanced line of earthworks
into which Steuart had driven his brigade like a wedge
the night before was held by him alone through all
those terrible hours on the morning of the 3d of July.
The reinforcements which came to Johnson must
have been employed on the flanks or on some other
portion of the line than that occupied by us.2

1 Whitelaw Reid wrote as follows: "From 4 to 5 there was heavy
cannonading also from our batteries nearest the contested points. . . .
The rebels made no reply. . . . The musketry crash continued with
unparalleled tenacity and vehemence." (Bates, p. 142.) Later in the
morning he says: "The batteries began to open again on points along
our outer line. They were evidently playing on what had been Slo-
cum's line of yesterday. The rebels then were still in our rifle-pits.
Presently the battery on Slocum's Hill . . . opened too, aiming ap
parently in the same direction. Other batteries along the inner line,
just to the left of the Baltimore pike [McAllister's Hill] followed the
signal, and one after another opened up, till every little crest between
Slocum's headquarters and Cemetery Hill began belching its thunder.
. . . Still no artillery response from the rebels." -— Page 143.

2 My diary says that Johnson was "subsequently" reinforced by
the brigades of Smith and Daniel. Probably this was just before
the last fatal charge. I remember the latter brigade coming up at
that time. I did not see it before, and I did not see Smith's brigade
at all. Or both brigades may have been employed on the right and
left flanks at an earlier hour. I would only state it as my conviction
that the captured works were held by the men who captured them from

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Then came General EwelPs order to assume the offen
sive and assail the crest of Gulp's Hill, on our right.
My diary says that both General Steuart and General
Daniel, who now came up with his brigade to support
the movement, strongly disapproved of making the
assault. And well might they despair of success in
the face of such difficulties. The works to be stormed
ran almost at right angles to those we occupied.1
Moreover, there was a double line of entrenchments,
one above the other, and each filled with troops. In
moving to the attack we were exposed to enfilading
fire from the woods on our left flank, besides the double
line of fire which we had to face in front, and a battery
of artillery posted on a hill to our left rear opened upon
us at short range.2 What wonder, then, if Steuart
was reluctant to lead his men into such a slaughter-
pen, from which he saw there could be no issue but
death and defeat! But though he remonstrated, he
gallantly obeyed without delay the orders he received,
giving the command, "Left face/' and afterwards,
"File right." He made his men leap the breastworks
and form in line of battle on the other side at right
angles, nearly, to their previous position, galled all the

9 P.M., July 2d, to 10 A.M., July 3d, and by none others. During
the last hour of their occupation (10 to 11) the right of the works was
held by the brigade of General Daniel.

1 They were confident of their ability to sweep him away and take
the whole Union line in reverse. Fortunately, Greene had caused
his flank to be fortified by a very heavy work, which the make of the
ground favored, extending some distance at right angles to his main
line. — Bates' " Gettysburg," p. 139.

2 Professor Jacobs seems to allude to this when he says: "In this
work of death, a battery of artillery placed on a hill to the right of the
Baltimore turnpike, and some distance south of the cemetery, was
found to have performed a prominent part." — Page 40.

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time by a brisk fire from the enemy. Then drawing his
sword, he gave the command, " Charge bayonets!" and
moved forward on foot with his men into the jaws of
death. On swept the gallant little brigade, the Third
North Carolina on the right of the line, next the Second
Maryland, then the three Virginia regiments (10th, 23d,
and 37th), with the First North Carolina on the extreme
left. Its ranks had been sadly thinned, and its energies
greatly depleted by those six fearful hours of battle
that morning; but its nerve and spirit were undimin-
ished. Soon, however, the left and centre were checked
and then repulsed, probably by the severe flank fire
from the woods; and the small remnant of the Third
North Carolina, with the stronger Second Maryland
(I do not recall the banners of any other regiment), were
far in advance of the rest of the line. On they pressed
to within about twenty or thirty paces of the works—
a small but gallant band of heroes daring to attempt
what could not be done by flesh and blood.1

The end soon came. We were beaten back to the
line from which we had advanced with terrible loss,
and in much confusion, but the enemy did not make a

1 Since writing the above I have met with the following account
of this memorable charge in Bates' book (page 144): " Suddenly the
quiet was broken by a yell bursting from thousands of lungs, and the
next instant their gray lines emerged in sight dashing madly on. ...
They had scarcely come into easy musket range when the men in
blue along the line sprang to their feet and poured in a deliberate volley.
The shock was terrible. The on-coming force was staggered, and for
a moment sought shelter behind trees and rocks; but obedient to the
voices of their officers, they struggled on, some of the most desperate
coming within twenty paces of the Union front. 'It cannot be denied/
says Kane, 'that they behaved courageously.' They did what the
most resolute could do, but it was all in vain. . . . Broken and well-
nigh annihilated, the survivors of the charge staggered back, leaving
the ground strewn with their dead and desperately wounded."

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counter charge. By the strenuous efforts of the offi
cers of the line and of the staff, order was restored,
and we re-formed in the breastworks from which we
had emerged, there to be again exposed to an artillery
fire exceeding in violence that of the early morning.
It remains only to say that, like Pickett's men later
in the day, this single brigade was hurled unsupported
against the enemy's works. Daniel's brigade remained
in the breastworks during and after the charge, and
neither from that command nor from any other had we
any support. Of course it is to be presumed that
General Daniel acted in obedience to orders.1 We

1 "As soon as we were unmasked a most terrific fire was opened
upon us from three directions. In front, on a rising ground heavily
wooded, the enemy were posted in two lines behind breastworks, one
above the other, so that both lines fired upon us at once. On the left
was a piece of woods, from which the enemy's sharpshooters opened a
very galling fire, raking our whole line. This decided the failure of
our attempt to storm their works, for the regiments of the left first
halted (while the right of the line advanced), and then fell back. . . .
Still we pressed on. General Steuart, Captain Williamson, and I
were all on the right centre, where were the Second Maryland and eight
men of the Third North Carolina. Oh! it was a gallant band. We had
our sabres drawn, and were cheering on the men, but there was little
need of it. Their gallantry did not avail, and their noble blood was
spilled in vain. ... It was as if the sickle of Death had passed along the
line and mown down the noblest and the bravest. Major Golds-
borough fell (as we supposed), mortally wounded. That brave officer
and noble gentleman, Captain Murray, fell dead. Friends dropped
all around me, and lay writhing on the ground. ... It was more than
men could endure, and reluctantly they commenced falling back.
Then our task was to prevent a rout, for the brigade was terribly
cut up and the men much demoralized. Behind some rocks we rallied
the scattered regiments and made a stand. Finally we took our old
position behind the breastworks, supported by Daniel's brigade.
Here we lay for about an hour under the most furious infantry and
artillery fire I have ever experienced, but without much loss." (Extract
from a letter describing the battle.} I give it just as I find it, adding that
if the tattered battle flag of the Third North Carolina was followed by

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remained in this breastwork after the charge about an
hour before we finally abandoned the Federal entrench
ments and retired to the foot of the hill. The Federal
historians say we were driven from our position. Thus
Swinton affirms that "it was carried by a charge of
Geary's division." This statement I deny as an eye
witness and sharer in the conflict to the close, and as
one of the staff who assisted in carrying out the order
withdrawing the troops to the base of the hill. It was
a very difficult thing to withdraw the fragments of a
shattered brigade down a steep hill in the face of the
enemy, and I have a vivid recollection of our apprehen
sions of the result of such a movement. But it was
done, not before a charge of the enemy, but in obedi
ence to orders, and we were not pursued, nor were the
works occupied by the Federals until we reached Rock
creek, at the base of the hill.

A few of our men on our left, rather than incur the
danger of retiring down the hill under that very heavy
fire, remained behind in the entrenchments and gave
themselves up. The base of the hill reached, skir
mishers were thrown out, and we remained on the west
side of Rock creek till 11.30 P.M., when we retired
silently and unmolested. I find the following record
in my diary referring to the time when we retired to
the foot of the hill: "New troops were brought on,
and fighting continued until now (five P.M.)." This
must refer to picket firing.

It only remains that I give such statement of our
losses as my materials enable me to make. Unfortu
nately, I have returns only from three regiments re-
only a handful, it was because they had already suffered more heavily
than any other regiment.

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corded. In the Tenth Virginia (which I think was
very small) the loss was (killed, wounded, and missing)
64. This I have not been able to verify. The Third
North Carolina lost, according to my memoranda
(killed, wounded, and missing) 207 out of 312 men.
Dr. Wood, of that regiment, writes that this corresponds
very nearly to statistics in his possession. The Second
Maryland lost, according to my notes, 206 men. Other
estimates (by Colonel Herbert and Major Golds-
borough) put their loss, one at 250, the other at 222.
One company, that of the lamented William H. Mur
ray, carried into battle 92 men and lost 18 killed, 37
wounded; total 55. Another estimate (by the orderly
sergeant of Company A) puts it at 62. My diary
states that the brigade mustered about 2,200 before
the battle. At Hagerstown, on the 8th of July, about
1,200 men reported for duty. It is probable that
others subsequently came in, as I cannot think the
loss was so great as 1,000 men, in the face of the follow
ing entry in my diary, July 4th: " Total loss in the
brigade (killed, wounded, and missing), 680."

There were probably many stragglers on the march
to Williamsport, some of whom may have been taken
prisoners; but many no doubt afterward came in.
The entire loss might be put at 800. l

1 "What a field was this! For three hours of the previous evening,
and seven of the morning, had the most terrible elements of destruction
known to modern warfare been wielded with a might and dexterity
rarely if ever paralleled. The woods in which the battle had been
fought was torn and rent with shells and solid shot and pierced with
innumerable Minie balls. Trees were broken off and splintered,
and that entire forest, where the battle raged most furiously, was,
on the following year, leafless, the stately but mute occupants having
yielded up their lives with those whom they overshadowed." (Bates'
' ' Gettysburg, " p. 145 . ) And speaking of the state of the hill on the 4th :

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These fearful losses sufficiently indicate the charac
ter of the work those brave men were called on to do.
The Light Brigade at Balaklava lost about one-third
of their number (247 men out of 673 officers and men)
in their famous charge. That, indeed, was over in
twenty minutes, while these two regiments sustained
their loss of one-half and two-thirds during a conflict
of ten hours duration. But at least we may claim for
the men of the Third Brigade that they maintained a
long and unequal contest with a valor and a constancy
worthy of the best troops.

"We came upon numberless forms clad in gray, either stark and stiff or
else still weltering in their blood. . . . Turning whichever way we chose,
the eye rested upon human forms lying in all imaginable positions. . . .
We were surprised at the accuracy as well as the bloody results of our
fire. It was indeed dreadful to witness." — Id. p. 145.

CHAPTER XVII

PREPARATION FOR THE CHAPLAINCY! FIRST EXPERI
ENCE IN THE FIELD

TN the autumn of 1863, I tendered my resignation
••• as first lieutenant and aide-de-camp, in order to pre
pare myself for ordination to the ministry of the Prot
estant Episcopal Church. This was in fulfilment of
a resolution recorded in my diary, Jan. 1, 1863, that
if the war did not terminate in the approaching cam
paign, I would not feel justified in longer delaying my
preparation for the ministry, to which I had devoted
myself when I was sixteen years of age. My action
was stimulated by my deep sense of the pressing need
of chaplains in the army, and my conviction that
the opportunities for usefulness therein were very
great.

In tendering my resignation to Gen. S. Cooper,
adjutant and inspector-general, at Richmond, I stated
that I had been " looking forward to the Christian
ministry for the last five years, and for several months
had been a candidate for orders in the Protestant
Episcopal Church." I added that it was "my desire
to commence my studies at once at the seminary in
order to be prepared for ordination the ensuing spring,
at which time it is my purpose to reenter the service
in the capacity of chaplain." And I further stated
that I was not " actuated by a desire to avoid duty in
the field, but by the wish to fit myself for a position

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in which I shall be able to render the army more effi
cient service than at present."

Brigadier-General Steuart, my chief, endorsed my
application in the following terms:

" Approved and respectfully forwarded. I appointed
Lieutenant McKim my A. D. C. on account of the faithful
and efficient manner in which he performed his duty as a
soldier in the First Maryland Regiment. He acted most
gallantly at Cross Keys, Winchester, and Gettysburg, and
has always discharged his duties faithfully. I regret to lose
his services, but consider the reasons he assigns sufficient,
having been cognizant of the facts.

" (Signed)

"GEO. H. STEUART,

"Brig.- Gen."

Major-General Johnson also approved my applica
tion, and finally General Lee himself, and accordingly
it was accepted by the President, to take effect Sept. 1,
1863.

I left the army with a heavy heart. Though the
step I had taken was dictated by a high sense of duty,
it cost me a painful effort. Indeed I can truly say that
it was a severer test of my courage to turn my back
on my general and my brother officers, and those brave
soldiers whom I had led, than to face the Federal breast
works on Gulp's Hill. I had, however, every evidence
that both officers and men respected my motives and
understood my purpose. It had been generally known
among them that I was a candidate for orders, and I
had so often conducted religious service in camp and
even on the battle field that it was no surprise to them
that I should now go forward to the consummation of
my purpose to enter the ministry. But, in spite of this,

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I could not overcome the thought that my retirement
from the army looked like the desertion of my comrades
and of the cause.1

My studies were conducted at Staunton, Virginia,
under the Rev. Wm. Sparrow, D.D., dean of the Theo
logical Seminary of Virginia. He was the only pro
fessor, but he was a host in himself — a fine Greek and
Hebrew scholar, a theologian of great learning, and a
profound and original thinker, to whom Phillips Brooks
felt deeply indebted. In Greek and Latin I had grad
uated at the University of Virginia; also in moral
philosophy; so that Hebrew and apologetics, with
church history and theology proper, were now my
chief concern. The previous winter I had studied alone
Home's " Introduction to the Bible." Under these
circumstances and under such an inspiring teacher
as Dr. Sparrow, I was able, by diligence, to fit myself
to pass my examinations for deacon's orders, after eight
months study, and was ordered deacon by Bishop
John Johns, of Virginia, May llth, 1864, in Trinity

1 In a letter to my mother about this time I wrote: "Though I shrank
from the imputation which some would probably cast upon such a
course at such a crisis, — duty was imperative even more than honor! —
God has made the way easy for me, and instead of opposition and mis
construction, I have been astonished to find how generally my course
has been approved and my motives appreciated by my friends. General
Steuart in his endorsement of my resignation gives me the credit of
'having performed my duties faithfully.'

"It was approved by my division commander and by Lieutenant-
General Ewell, and also by General Lee, and finally by the President,
to take effect September 1, 1863. I tell you this, my mother, that
you may know that, though your son has left the field, his escutcheon
is still untarnished by the imputation of fear. Tell papa that I recollect
that he did not use to think me a brave boy. I do not think I am
naturally so, but I have moral courage at least, and my confidence in
God has taken away all fear of death, when in the discharge of my duty."

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Church, Staunton, Virginia. I had several fellow-
students, Wm. F. Gardner, Edward H. Ingle, and Hor
ace Hayden. During the winter I gave lessons in
French and Latin to the daughters of the Rev. Rich
ard H. Phillips, my father-in-law.

Such spare time as I could command was largely
spent in the hospitals in work among the sick and
wounded soldiers. That was before the discovery of
antiseptic surgery, and consequently the sufferings
of the wounded were far greater than would now be
the case, and the atmosphere of the hospitals was
often painfully offensive, making work there very try
ing to the nerves. The devotion of the women of the
South to the sick and the wounded was sublimely
beautiful. They never flinched or wearied in their
blessed labors to alleviate the sufferings of the poor
fellows who were wounded or stricken with disease.
Indeed the community was like one family. Such was
the unity of feeling, such the common devotion to the
cause, that it was like the communal life in the early
Church. Whatever the people had, of means, or of
comforts, or of luxuries, was freely poured out for the
brave fellows who were suffering in the hospitals
(many of which were churches or chapels converted
to that use) for the Confederacy. It might almost
have been said, "The multitude were of one heart
and one soul; and none of them said that aught of the
things which he possessed was his own, but they had
all things common." History will hardly show a nearer
approximation to that primitive communal unity
than was seen in the South, and perhaps especially
in Virginia, which was the chief theatre of the war.
In this unity and solidarity there was large compensa-

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tion for the suffering and the destitution which became
more and more acute as the war dragged its slow
length along.

On the 10th of Feb., 1864, I was licensed by Bishop
Johns "to perform the service and deliver addresses
and exhortations as authorized by Canon III, § 3,
Title I, of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the Con
federate States."

Under this authority I did service in the hospitals
and elsewhere, and had practice in extempore speak
ing, which was a useful preparation for my work in
the army.

I find the following list of some of the text-books
which we used under Dr. Sparrow's direction:

Conant's Gesenius Hebrew Grammar.

Gesenius Hebrew Lexicon.

Hebrew Bible.

Greek Testament.

Paley's Evidences.

Butler's Analogy and Sermons.

D'Aubigne's History of the Reformation.

Mosheim's Ecclesiastical History.

SchafFs Church History.

I had the use of the excellent library of the Rev.
Richard H. Phillips, my wife's father, and the great
advantage of his counsel and experience. Dr. Sparrow
required of us an essay on some topic, assigned by him
once in two weeks, and later we began the composition
of sermons, of which I had a store of, I think, twelve,
when I began my duties as chaplain. This was a very
small "barrel," but it was of little consequence because
written sermons were not the proper "ammunition"
for use in the army. "The paper" was found to be a

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non-conductor, and words straight from the heart were
the only "arrows" that seemed to go to the mark.

I may here set down an anecdote relating to Dr.
Sparrow's preaching. After a sermon by him in Trin
ity Church, Staunton, three gentlemen stood in the
church yard and discussed the preacher. One of them,
I think Judge Sheffey, said, "Well, Dr. Sparrow can
certainly dive down deeper— "Yes," interrupted
Col. John Baldwin, "and stay under longer"
"Yes," added Bishop Wilmer, "and come up drier!"

Nevertheless, all thoughtful men found him an in
spiring and stimulating preacher.

As soon as possible after my ordination, I set out for
the army, having received what I supposed were satis
factory assurances that I would be appointed chap
lain of Major Chew's battalion of artillery, which was
camped at that time near Richmond.

I left Staunton May 30th, mounted on a beautiful
little blooded bay horse, "Charlie," of the then famous
"Messenger" stock. He had previous to the war
belonged to my wife, but had joined the army, like
all good Virginians, and I had discovered him by
accident, and had persuaded his owner to trade him
for my "war-horse" Roy, a showy animal of "Mor
gan" stock. He agreed to the exchange on condi
tion that I would not ride him hi the army, but
send him home to my wife. That was just what I
wished to do, as I had so often heard her regret that
she had consented to part with him. So on our
return from Gettysburg, I found a soldier who had
gone barefooted through the campaign, and obtain
ing a furlough for him to visit his family in Augusta
County, sent the horse by him to Staunton. Weeks

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passed before "Charlie" was delivered in Staunton,
and when he arrived he was in such a deplorable con
dition that none of the family recognized him. The
soldier had taken him home and hitched him to the
plough, and so overworked and misused the beautiful
little animal that he was unfit for use for many months,
and when at length he was partially restored to condi
tion it was found that he was almost totally blind.

This unfitted him for my wife's use, but I thought I
could manage to ride him in the army, for the reason
that he had such splendid action that the risk of stum
bling was reduced to a minimum.

He carried me well to the army, making twenty-three
miles a day the first two days, and thirty-three miles
a day the third and fourth day. Unfortunately, as
my diary states, he "shied into the canal," but I man
aged to avoid going in with him. I have no recollec
tion of how I got him out. At length on June 5th I
rode into the camp of Major Chew's battalion artillery.
The same day, in the evening, I held service "and had
a large and attentive audience and made an address
suggested by the hymn, "A charge to keep I have."

I was now happy in the belief that I had achieved
my ambition, — I was commissioned and equipped
for my work as a minister of Jesus Christ in the army
that I loved so well. I had made a propitious begin
ning of my service as chaplain, and could now go for
ward and, by God's blessing, preach and live the
Gospel to good purpose.

But I was to be disappointed. I learned on investi
gation that formal application for my appointment as
chaplain of the battalion had never been made, and
Major Chew informed me that until I received the

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appointment, I could not draw rations or forage. He
proceeded at once to make the formal application to
the Department, but, pending its action, I had no
status in the army, and was obliged with great chagrin
to leave camp and await my commission as chaplain.
More than a month elapsed before I heard from the
Department, and the answer was that Mr. Seddon,
Secretary of War, decided that the law made no pro
vision for the appointment of chaplains to battalions,
but only to regiments, and therefore the application
of Major Chew could not be granted.

Col. Thomas Munford, of the Second Virginia Cav
alry, Fitz Lee's brigade, now made application for my
appointment as chaplain of his regiment, but it was not
till August 23d that I finally received my commission,
and was qualified to join Colonel Munford's command.

During the interim, however, between my ordination
and my entrance on my duties as chaplain I was not
idle. I preached frequently in Trinity Church, Staun-
ton, and elsewhere. For example, my diary notes
that on August 4th, August 5th, August 6th, August
7th, and August 8th, I preached at the Virginia Hos
pital, Staunton, to the sick and wounded soldiers.
And again, at Rawley Springs, I preached four times in
one week.

At this time it was my habit to translate daily one
chapter of the Epistle to the Romans, and then render
ten verses back from English into Greek.1

I will here note an event of painful interest to my

1 It may be amusing to note the following:

"June 24, 1864— Hired servant girl Milly till December 25th, agree
ing to furnish her one linsey dress, one cotton dress, one pair shoes,
etc., etc., together with board and medical attendance."

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immediate family. About June 12th, my father-in-
law, Rev. Richard H. Phillips, for so many years the
highly esteemed and beloved principal of the Virginia
Female Institute, was captured in the mountains of
Nelson County, Virginia, and carried off a prisoner
with Hunter's army to Ohio. When the Institute
closed the first year of the war, Mr. Phillips had de
voted himself to the work of supplying the army with
cloth made in local mills, and had been commissioned
captain in the Commissary Department. Upon the
approach of Major-General Hunter's army he had
packed up the commissary stores in wagons and sought
safety for them across the Blue Ridge in Nelson County.
Here he was captured, together with all the stores under
his charge. I suffered, too, a loss there, for he had
taken my uniform which I had worn as Steuart's aide,
"for safe keeping/' and this was carried off by Hun
ter's raiders. I had also left with him a pair of saddle
bags, which contained about half of my little store
of sermons, — a precious commodity in my eyes. My
friend Rev. Dr. Norton suffered a similar loss by the
same raiding army when it visited Lexington. Some
years after the war he attended service in some Western
city, and heard one of his own sermons delivered from
the pulpit by the rector of the parish. It must have
been a great temptation to the clergyman who had
become possessed of those sermons to use them, for
Dr. Geo. Norton was a pungent and powerful preacher.
I never heard that my sermons received a similar com
pliment, — but none the less I mourned the loss of a
considerable part of my small capital.

Rev. Mr. Phillips was compelled by his captors to
march on foot all the long way from Arrington through

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Virginia and West Virginia to the Ohio River. It
was a forced march, for General Hunter was hastening
to make good his escape. The weather was very hot
and oppressive, and the fatigue told seriously on a man
of Mr. Phillips' age. He was obliged to subsist much of
the way on parched corn, and was at one time so fam
ished that he was fain to pick up the green onion tops
thrown away by the Federal soldiers. He was kept a
prisoner in Camp Chase for ten months, and there
endured much unnecessary hardship, gratuitously in
flicted by the prison authorities in retaliation for alleged
cruelties on Northern prisoners of war in the South.
When he was exchanged and returned home, he had
aged twenty years and was scarcely recognized by his
family.

During his confinement in prison Rev. Mr. Phillips
did very effective spiritual work among his fellow pris
oners both by preaching and by private personal influ
ence. He was able to state, in a letter written about
Christmas, that swearing among the men had ceased
entirely. To his high character as a Christian man, he
added the charm of culture and great geniality.

As instances of the rigorous treatment alluded to
above, I recall his telling me that the rations issued to the
prisoners were so scant that he had repeatedly known
some of the men to cook three days rations and consume
it all at one meal, and go without anything the rest of
the three days. He also mentioned that spoiled fish
were issued to the prisoners on more than one occasion.

No doubt the personality of the particular officer
in command of the prisons, both North and South,
was often the determining factor in the treatment
meted out to the prisoners.

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FIRST EXPERIENCE AS CHAPLAIN IN THE FIELD

It was on August 30th, 1864, that I left Staunton to
report for duty to Col. Thomas T. Munford, as chap
lain of the Second Virginia Cavalry, then camped near
Winchester. My beautiful little bay, blind though he
was, carried me at a good pace down the valley, 25
miles the first day, 32 the second, 35 the third. So on
September 2d I found myself at last installed in my
new duties, so eagerly looked forward to.

The very next day the brigade of Gen. Fitz Lee was
ordered out to meet the enemy. I mounted my horse,
and took my place as a matter of course in the column
as it marched. This was a surprise to many of the
men, and one called out to me, " Hello, Parson, are you
going with us into battle?" "Oh, yes," I replied with
a laugh, "I'm an old infantry soldier, — I don't mind
these little cavalry skirmishes." Then rose in his
stirrups a rough trooper from the backwoods, and
brandishing his sabre over his head exclaimed, "That's
right, Paason. You stick to us, and we'll stick to you!"
I recall his appearance to this day; he had long yellow
hair almost to his shoulders, his complexion was sallow,
and his eyes were so light that they almost looked
white. From that moment he was my fast friend.
Often when he returned from picket he would bring
me something in his haversack, a peach, or a pear, or
some other unusual delicacy.

It was a fine body of men, that Second Virginia Cav
alry, made up as follows: Co. A from Bedford County;
Co. B from Lynchburg; Co. C from Botetourt County;
Co. D from Franklin County; Co. E from Amherst
County; Co. F and Co. G from Bedford County; Co. H

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fromAppomattox County; Co. I from Campbell County;
Co. K from Albemarle County.

I found among the officers some very congenial
spirits, and the rank and file were always ready to
respond to my efforts. Very soon our relations were
established on a cordial basis. Plenty of marching,
plenty of common hardships, and not a little fight
ing, quickly made us good friends. There was some
fighting that first day of our acquaintance. Somewhere
on the field of expected battle, I conducted a religious
service (" after a severe struggle with my diffidence")
and " addressed the men on the spur of the moment
on God's providence and the necessity of depending
on Him." It was on Friday, September 3d.

My diary shows that I established the rule of having
prayers in the regiment daily, both morning and even
ing, and that I generally made a short address. This
would be prevented by a heavy rain, but a " drizzling
rain" appears to have been no obstacle. " Thro wing
up breastworks" would hinder the service, but it was
held even on days when the regiment was on the march,
— of course after making camp or bivouack. It ap
pears also that the attendance was "very good." I
rose regularly about five, sometimes half an hour earlier,
groomed and fed my horse, and was early ready for any
duty. If the regiment went on picket, prayers would
first be held, unless it was very early. I believe the
morning service was usually before breakfast and the
evening service at sunset, though sometimes, especially
on Sunday, it would be after dark, for I well remember
once, while I was speaking, the fire died down and went
out, and I could no longer see the faces of the men,
and for that reason my address came to a speedy end.

GEN. THOMAS T. MUNFOKD

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I was fortunate in having the sympathy and active
aid, in all this, of our colonel, Tom Munford, a gallant
and skilful officer (who served the cause with unwaver
ing fidelity to the last day and the last shot at Appo-
mattox), and also of his adjutant, Samuel Griffin, -
"Tip," as we always called him.

As soon as practicable after joining the regiment,
I secured lists of the men in each company who were
communicants of any church. I then had a mass
meeting of communicants, and sought to strengthen
their resolution to be faithful to their profession, and
steadfast in their religious duties, and active in Chris
tian work among their comrades. I prepared a series
of resolutions along those lines and they were adopted
by the meeting. My next effort was to build up a
choir for the better rendering of the hymns at our
services, and I had choir meetings when possible.

The following extracts illustrate our life at this
period :

"Thursday, Sept. 15th. — Morning prayers at seven: large
attendance. Preached at sunset on the Fall and its Conse
quences. Very large audience." "Friday, 16th. — Evening
service at sunset and address on Abraham's Intercession
for Sodom as inciting Christians to pray for the country.
Very large attendance. Singing improved." "Sept. 17th,
Saturday. — Held meeting of Christians at nine and after
prayer and deliberation appointed committee to report
to-morrow (Sunday) at three o'clock. As chairman I was
appointed to draft resolutions. . . . Usual large attendance
at evening prayer."

And this extract shows how willing the men were
to attend service under difficulties:

"Sunday, Sept. 18. — Ordered off at daylight. Held

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11 o'clock service and preached on John iii. 5 [apparently
after the regiment had reached its destination]. Hughes,
our blacksmith, came to me for advice and comfort. Pre
sented claims of the Episcopal Church at some length to
Cunningham of Co. D, who has never joined any church,
being a recent convert. Returned to old camp at 3.30 P.M.
Preached again at night on John iii. 5. Committee approved
my resolutions."

(Two services, two sermons, two marches, and two
conferences in one day.)

I found these sturdy men very ready to discuss the
great question of religion, and open to conviction.
Even the gayest and the most seemingly thoughtless
would listen with deep attention. Danger and death
were at their right hand very often, and this gave
emphasis to the counsels and warnings I addressed
to them both in public and private.

CHAPTER XVIII

EAELY'S VALLEY CAMPAIGN OF 1864

\\ 71THIN a little more than two weeks after I
joined Colonel Munford's regiment, the army
under Major-General Early entered upon a very
active campaign in the valley of Virginia. That officer
had moved into Maryland in July and had pushed his
advance to the very suburbs of Washington, creating
great alarm among the authorities there. It was
thought at the time by many that a commander
with more dash than Early — Stonewall Jackson, for
example — would have attempted the capture of the
city, and with much probability of success. But it
is doubtful if General Lee's instructions to his lieu
tenant contemplated so bold an enterprise with a force
no larger than that which he had under his command.
The purpose of the expedition was to threaten Wash
ington and draw off troops from Lee's front for its
protection.

Gen. Phil Sheridan had accordingly been sent into
the valley with a strong and well equipped army to
oppose any further advance by Early. These able
officers were thus pitted against each other, but the
Federal general had greatly the advantage in numbers
and in the armament and equipment of his troops.
His cavalry, for instance, was armed with the repeating
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the Sharp's rifle at best. Often during this campaign
did I keenly feel the inequality of the conflict between
our brave fellows and their antagonists in this respect.
It was hard to see the Bluecoats firing eight rounds
without reloading, while the boys in gray could fire
but one. But this was not the worst. Some of Early's
force were armed with only the long cumbrous sport
ing rifle — utterly unsuited for mounted men. This
circumstance was to produce disastrous results at a
critical moment, as we shall see.

Between the 19th of September and the 18th of Octo
ber — less than a month — Munford's regiment partici
pated in eleven engagements, three of which were
pitched battles, viz., Winchester, Fisher's Hill, and
Cedar Creek.

The third battle of Winchester was fought on Sept.
19th, 1864. Fitz Lee's cavalry brigade was employed
first on one flank, then on the other, and did some
very effective work, especially in covering General
Early's retreat. The defeat was a great surprise to
us, for we had seen the enemy driven back along a
great part of the line. I particularly recall a brilliant
charge of Rodes' division, which seemed at the time to
be the coup de grace. Ordered just then over to the
right flank, we were astonished later to learn that our
left had given way, and that the disorder had extended
so far that a retreat was ordered. This was about
sunset, the battle having continued all day. Seeking
the cause of this sudden change in the aspect of affairs,
I learned that a part of General Imboden's mounted
command, armed with those long, cumbrous, muzzle-
loading rifles, utterly unfit for mounted men, had given
way in disorder and rushed back pell-mell through our

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infantry line, which was thus broken and thrown into
confusion, not by the enemy, but by that mass of
ill-armed and half -organized men. The Federals,
taking advantage of this breach in our line, charged
vigorously, and so our almost victory was turned into
defeat.

It was now that Fitz Lee's cavalry did very impor
tant service in checking the Federal pursuit and
covering Early 's retreat. On the left flank we were
dismounted and charged on foot, " driving the enemy's
cavalry in confusion." On the retreat they tried to
outflank us at Hollingsworth's Mills, "but our brigade
charged beautifully with sabres and discomfited them."
At one time during the day our men were in breast
works, under circumstances which I do not now dis
tinctly recall, but I think it was when checkmating
an attempt to turn our right. I think they must
have been light intrenchments thrown up in haste,
and occupied by our men dismounted. After remain
ing there some time with our men under the enemy's
shelling, I withdrew to the place where the led horses
were, one hundred yards in the rear, and there min
istered as best I could to one of our poor fellows, who
was almost cut in two by a shell. It was one of the
most awful sights I ever witnessed during the war.

This was the first time the Confederates had been
defeated at Winchester. Twice previously, in 1862
and in 1863, victory perched on their banners here.
It was a discouraging blow, especially when success
had seemed in their grasp till the unfortunate occur
rence I have related late in the day. After a very
harassing and fatiguing night march, we reached
Front Royal at eight A.M. of the 20th, having had one

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hour's sleep, and no food for twenty-four hours. In
the battle of the day previous I had discovered that
it took a good deal more nerve to go through a fight as
a non-combatant than as a soldier. As a staff officer
in battle I had always had plenty to do to occupy my
mind, and very little time to reflect on the danger of
the situation. As a chaplain on the firing line with
the men, I had nothing to do but to sit on my horse
and be shot at (unarmed, of course), waiting for a call
to attend some wounded man. Having passed through
both experiences, I can say that the role of a chaplain
at the fiery front takes more nerve "by a jugful"
than that of a staff officer. Yet I am certain that
the chaplain who sticks to his men through thick and
thin will have tenfold influence over them for that
reason.

In this connection I am reminded of an amusing

occurrence. One of our chaplains, Rev. Dr. L ,

who had fallen heir to Gen. Stonewall Jackson's sorrel
mare, was riding at the head of our column as we
marched down the valley, when suddenly we ran into
the enemy's pickets, and the rifles began to crack at
a very lively rate, whereupon the aforesaid chaplain
turned the sorrel's head the other way, and began to
pace rapidly to the rear. Just then General Early

appeared, and seeing Dr. L , he called out in that

high-pitched drawling voice which was peculiar to

him, "Hello, Parson L , where are you going?

You've been praying for forty years to get to heaven,
and right down this road there's a first-rate chance
to go there quick, and you won't take it!"

After an interval of one day active operations were
resumed. September 21st, at Front Royal, our cav-

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airy had quite a severe engagement with the enemy.
There were charges and countercharges made gal
lantly on both sides. Several of our men were killed
and a number wounded, among them the captain of
Co. A and the captain of Co. K. At length our bri
gade retired before superior force. All through this
campaign it was most aggravating to see the Federal
troopers using their repeating carbines, while our
brave fellows must reload after each shot, — eight
shots to our one they had. The same day, at even
tide, five miles from Front Royal, there was an artil
lery duel, in which the gunners of our brigade "did
beautiful practice — blew up one of their caissons,
and silenced one of their batteries."

We were slowly retreating down the valley, and on
the 22d we had taken up a position at Milford, twelve
miles from Luray. The enemy attacked us, but we
held him off all day, losing some of our men in the
fight. We were so early and so busily engaged that
we had " neither breakfast nor dinner" that day.
However, we had a "good supper."

This was another dies nefasta for our little army,
for General Early was again defeated at Fisher's Hill.

Once more I suffered a great personal loss, for my
dear friend Capt. George Williamson, serving on Gen
eral Gordon's staff, was killed at Fisher's Hill, while
bravely, but, as it seems, rashly, exposing himself on
the picket line.

This gallant soldier and accomplished gentleman
was the son of Gen. Geo. W. Williamson, a resident
at that time of the city of New York, where his other
son, David B. Williamson, was engaged in the prac
tice of law. His uncle, Mr. Chas. A. Williamson,

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was a resident of Baltimore. There were few young
men in the Southern Army possessed of such talents
and such personal charm as George Williamson. He
was widely read, and his culture was refined and broad
ened by travel and by intercourse with the world.
Yet he was unspoiled and " unspotted by the world,"
— a man of inflexible principle, governed in all his
actions by a high sense of duty, gracious, courteous,
knightly in bearing, one of whom it could be truly

said,

"His strength was as the strength of ten

Because his heart was pure/'

To all these virtues was added the crown of a Christian
faith and a Christian life.

I have just been reading again with reverential
emotion a letter which he addressed to me on August
1st, seven weeks before he fell. On the envelope are
written these words, "To be opened only after my
death." He had a strong presentiment that he would
not survive the campaign. In the intimacy of our
circle of friends he would say that officers in the Con
federate Army must not spare themselves — they must
inspire the men by their example — more and more
this was demanded of them now that the struggle was
becoming more difficult and more desperate, — it
was our only hope of success. Noble gentleman! He
lived up to his faith and died a victim to it.

In the letter he entrusted to me the fulfilment of
his last wishes and the administration of his affairs.
To his father and to his brother he sent this message,
"Tell them I endeavored to live as I trust I shall die,
a Christian soldier and gentleman, leaving them little
cause of sorrow in my death." In closing he said,

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"Bury me, if possible, at Duncan's side, if my death
entitles me to a place beside the brave dead."

I was proud then — I am proud to-day — that this
superb man, this most noble and gallant gentleman,
addressed me in this his last testament as "his best
and dearest friend." I could have no higher aim
than to deserve to be so honored. He was that rare
type of friend who would dare to tell the truth, however
unwelcome it might be. He did not hesitate to point
out my faults to me — even to rebuke me if he saw I
was in the wrong.

September 23d, the day after the battle of Fisher's
Hill, I find that our cavalry was still holding the posi
tion at Milford. "The enemy have retired from our
front, finding it impossible to drive us out." On the
24th we returned toward Luray, marching through New
market Gap. Again my record shows that the active
campaign did not stop our usual regimental religious
service, for though we were engaged that day in
"throwing up breastworks" at Columbia Bridge ford,
I held service and "addressed the men on the Thirty-
seventh Psalm in connection with the condition of our
cause." That same day (Saturday) Lomax's old
brigade "suffered a reverse near Luray." Our own
brigade marched across the river by nine P.M., and the
marching and the fortifying and the service was all
done (and endured) on an empty stomach — "nothing
to eat all day." The next day, Sunday, 25th, we
marched to Conrad's store in Rockingham County,
but again I find record of religious service, — "preached
in camp in the afternoon on II Peter iii. 11 (The Day
of Judgment) and had more than usual attention."
This was followed by a severe night march, with only

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an hour's sleep. The men suffered greatly with cold.
"The road was terrible." Marching and camping
with officers and men, and going with them into battle,
I had constant opportunities of urging upon them the
claims of the religion of our Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ. Many were the long, earnest talks we had
together. I found the minds and hearts of these
brave fellows good soil for the word of God. To
some I administered the rite of baptism. If any pre
ferred immersion, I was ready to administer the sac
rament in that mode. One such case came up in
midwinter, and all things were ready for the plunge
into the bitter cold water, when orders came to march,
and the baptism had to be postponed. Circumstances
arose which made the postponement indefinite. I
confess it was no small relief, for our wardrobes were
so limited that I fear we should have had no change
of clothing after the ordeal was past. It was easy to
appreciate that immersion might have been the natural
and normal method of baptism in the River Jordan,
but quite the reverse in the Shenandoah in midwinter!
During these weeks of hard marching, night and day,
much of it over very rough, back roads, and in the
various fights that had taken place, I had been riding
my beautiful little bay " Charlie." He had been
blinded, by ill usage, as I have explained, but his action
was so fine, and his spirit so unconquered by adversity,
that his blindness was not noticeable by the casual
observer. His conduct during this hard campaign en
titles him to be enrolled in the Legion of Honor of those
brave horses who have borne themselves with peculiar
distinction on the field of battle and on the toilsome
march. If ever a blind horse went through a campaign

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more gallantly than my little Charlie, I have yet to
hear his name. In the darkness I could not steer
him clear of the rocks and other obstacles on those
awful roads, but never once did he fall with me. Some
times his feet would slip on the smooth rocks, but when
I tightened my rein and sat snug in the saddle he would
always spring up on to his feet again, even if he had to
make two attempts. Riding across the rough fields,
he made the same record. I could guide him to a
fence partly let down and let him put his nose over,
and if it were not more than two feet high, he would
carry me over without difficulty.

Two achievements of his in particular, I think, are
worthy of mention. Sheridan, after his success at
Fisher's Hill, had the valley almost at his mercy, -
and the " tender mercies" of General Sheridan were
like "the tender mercies of the wicked," only more
so ! His troopers were burning and destroying, up and
down that fertile region, barns, crops, farming imple
ments, everything except the roofs over the people's
heads. How my blood boiled as I saw the dense clouds
of smoke ascending in different quarters of the horizon!
He had penetrated to Staunton. Had he burned the
town? Was that the smoke of the town that I saw
in the far distance? I determined to ascertain. So,
September 27th, obtaining leave of absence from the
colonel, I sallied up the valley to see what the situation
was. At first I kept to the back road, but surveying the
pike and seeing a body of the enemy moving down the
valley, away from the scene of destruction, I concluded
to venture down on to the pike, arguing that the troops
I saw were probably the rear of the column. I pro
ceeded accordingly up the pike, but had not ridden

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much more than half a mile when, at a sudden turn in
the road, I met a troop of Federals coming down.
They were almost upon me before I saw them. Rein
ing up sharply, I wheeled and put spurs to my horse
and dashed off in a full run, pursued by the Federals,
who fired, as they rode after me, many shots. It was
a critical moment for me. I was confident Charlie
could beat them running, but what would happen when
I undertook to make the right angle turn out of the
pike and back to the hill road? Could the dear blind
little chap make the turn without stumbling and fall
ing, going at that speed? Certainly it was very
doubtful. But I slackened speed a bit, held him
well up, and made as wide a turn as possible, and
the gallant beast bore me safely away from my pur
suers on to the back road. Fortunately it was an
up grade. Had it been a down grade, he must have
fallen. Being unarmed, as I always was since becom
ing a chaplain, I did not return the fire of my friends
in blue.

Some weeks after this, when our cavalry had again
advanced down the valley nearly to Winchester, the
regiment was moving, company front, across a field,
when suddenly the Federal cavalry appeared directly
in our rear, and were evidently preparing to charge.
Whereupon our commanding officer, ordering the col
umn to face about, so that the rear company became
the front, sounded a charge against the enemy. It
was executed in fine form, and the Federals were
driven back. In the charge my blind little hero had
become very much excited, and continually forged
ahead until I found myself neck and neck with one of
the sergeants at the very head of the rushing regiment.

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On we went across the open field, over rocks and fallen
fences, and other obstacles, till the sergeant, turning
to me, expostulated at my riding a blind horse in that
reckless fashion. Just then the recall sounded, and I
pulled Charlie up and we rode quietly back to the
main body. Again my faithful little friend had justi
fied my confidence.

I record these two achievements to his honor.

On September 27th, the day of my unsuccessful
attempt to reach Staunton, I find a record of another
fight, and among the wounded was Capt. Basil L. Gilder-
sleeve, serving on the staff of General Gordon. This
accomplished and brilliant scholar, the greatest " Gre
cian" of his day in America, had been my professor
of Greek at the University of Virginia in 1859-60.
On the closing of the University he had entered the
service, and had shown that he could emulate the cour
age of the heroes of Hellas as successfully as he could
expound the intricacies of their beautiful language.
He carries to this day, in his limping gait, the witness
of his gallantry in that fight forty-five years ago, but,
though long past seventy years of age, his intellect
marches as erect and vigorous as ever. His career
may remind us that the cause of the South rallied to
its support men of every rank and condition in life,
the student and the scholar, not less than the man of
affairs.

Another of my professors, Lewis Minor Coleman,
who filled with great distinction the chair of Latin,
became lieutenant-colonel of artillery and gave up his
glorious life at the battle of Fredericksburg in 1862,
- in the same battle in which one of his most bril
liant students, Randolph Fairfax, fell, leaving behind

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him a shining example as a young Christian soldier.
The life of this beautiful and accomplished boy (for
he was not of age when he was killed) was written by
Rev. Dr. Philip Slaughter, and was circulated widely
in the army. I think we used to call him the young
"Hedley Vickars."

Then the next day, September 28th, near Waynes-
boro, there was a pretty hot engagement, artillery and
cavalry participating. About half past four P.M. we
" attacked the enemy and after a sharp fight drove
him two and a half miles " towards Staunton. I was
busy after nightfall tending the wounded, a number
of whom on both sides had sabre cuts, for it was what
cavalrymen called "a very pretty fight," in which the
columns met and fought hand to hand with the sabre
— a rather rare occurrence, for the cavalry were being
rapidly transformed into mounted infantry and used
the carbine and the repeating rifle much more than the
sword. The following morning, 29th, I had the rather
unusual experience of ministering spiritually to one
of the enemy. This is the record I find: "Read and
prayed with Robert B. Fry, of Co. F, 18th Pennsyl
vania Cavalry." I think I also wrote a letter for him
to his father, West Fry, at Fayetteville, Washington
County, Pennsylvania. This was evidently Robert
Fry's return visit to us, for we visited his home on the
1st of July, 1863, en route to Gettysburg!

I now had a week with my family very happily in
Staunton, but found the household much troubled over
the captivity and imprisonment of the Rev. R. H.
Phillips. Here I replenished my supply of ammu
nition, — Testaments, prayer-books, and hymnals.

Our next engagement was at Cedar Creek. We

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marched October 13th from our breastworks at Fisher's,
eight miles down the back road, and engaged the enemy.

At one stage of the fight, a squadron of the regiment
was drawn up behind a little slope, mounted and ready
to charge when needed. The enemy was feeling for
us with his artillery, and his shells were dropping un
comfortably near. I rode to the front of the squadron,
drew out my little Psalm book, read the Twenty-
seventh Psalm, and offered prayer for the divine bless
ing and protection, the men reverently removing their
hats. When I had finished, the commanding officer
moved the squadron about twenty or thirty yards to
a spot which he thought less exposed. No sooner was
the movement executed than a shell came hurtling
through the air, struck the ground and exploded on the
very spot we had just left. The men exchanged glances
at this, and I heard one of the roughest of the troopers
say to another, "Bill, I say, that does look like an
answer to pra'ar, doesn't it?"

Two days after this I distributed among the men
150 hymnals, 50 prayer-books, and about 20 copies
of the New Testament. We had our usual prayer-
meeting that evening, and the next day, Sunday,
October 16th, I held service in the breastworks, using
the Episcopal liturgy for the first time "with encour
aging success," and preaching on "the Great Alterna
tive," I Chron. xxxiii. 9. In the afternoon held another
service, and preached on Phil, iii, "forgetting the
things which are behind," etc. That night the regi
ment went on a night expedition to surprise the enemy.
In this I did not take part, my horse being unfit for the
march.

Tuesday, 17th, as I was preparing for our usual

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evening service, marching orders were received. We
marched all night and attacked the enemy at daylight.
I find almost daily in this active campaign mention
of earnest conversations with officers or men on the
great theme of personal religion, and I have no mention
or recollection of meeting with a rebuff. The next
day, October 19th, was an eventful one, for then was
fought the battle of Cedar Creek, so brilliant in its
beginning, so disastrous in its ending. I will not
attempt to tell the story of this famous engagement,
but I will remind the reader of Gen. John B. Gordon's
brilliant strategy — how during the night of the 18th
he carried a part of his command over a very difficult
mountain pass by a rough foot-path, and fell upon the
Federals like an eagle descending out of the clouds,
surprising them, driving them, routing them, pursuing
them through their camps; and then how the major-
general with the rest of the little army came upon the
scene by another route, and in an evil hour stopped
the pursuit, so that the Federals had time to rally and
re-form. By this time the Sixth Corps1 — the only
one which, though demoralized, was not broken —
advanced and checked the retreat of the fleeing Fed
erals; and then the Federal commander brought his
vastly superior numbers into play, assumed the offen
sive, attacked the Confederates, and the sun, which in
rising had looked down on a glorious Confederate
victory, beheld, as he sank to rest, that victory turned
into defeat. It was one of those bitter experiences

^ol. Thos. H. Carter, our chief of artillery, says: "The Sixth
Corps was retiring before artillery alone, and the other two corps
were in full and disorganized flight at nine o'clock in the morning."
See Gen. John B. Gordon's account of this battle in his "Reminis
cences," pp. 352-372.

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which began now to be not uncommon, as the South
became more and more exhausted and the superior
numbers and resources of the North were brought into
effective operation.

It was certainly the belief of the rank and file of our
little army that if that glorious soldier, John B. Gordon,
had been in supreme command that day, there would
have been no check in the pursuit; the enemy would
not have been given time to rally his routed forces;
the Sixth Corps would have been swept along with the
rest of the beaten army, and the magnificent begin
ning would have been crowned by a complete victory
before the day was over. Nothing is more clear than
this, — it was not Sheridan's Ride, but Early 's Halt,
that wrested victory from the Confederates on that
eventful day!

I have two closing notes on this day. Our regi
mental evening service was held in face of the enemy's
pickets, and then we had another all night march
back to our breastworks, only to be again in the saddle
next morning (the 20th) for a march all day. Friday,
21st, the regiment marched again and camped near
Forestville, where, at nightfall, we had our prayer-
meeting and I spoke on the last three verses of Heb. iv.
Saturday evening's address was on the words, "Will
a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed Me." Sunday
the regiment was ordered on picket. Nevertheless
we had our service at brigade headquarters, and late
in the day I joined my regiment on the picket line,
after I had rebuked the sutlers for selling their mer
chandise on the Lord's Day and had written a letter
to Colonel Morgan remonstrating with him very ear
nestly on the impropriety of establishing his head-

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quarters in a church. Monday we returned to camp
and had our service in the evening at brigade head
quarters; Tuesday the same in the first squadron, with
an address on "The Brazen Serpent."

Soon after this, on October 26th, I organized a branch
of the Young Men's Christian Association in the regi
ment, and I find a record of its meetings from time to
time through that stirring fall and winter, in spite of
our constant marches. It met the second time on
the following Sunday evening. At the University of
Virginia I had taken active part in the Y. M. C. A.,
which, by the way, was the first such Association
organized at any institution of learning. That was in
1858.

We kept up our choir meetings also, and this con
tributed to the interest in the daily services. I have
mentioned that my father-in-law, Rev. Richard H.
Phillips, was a prisoner in Camp Chase, Ohio. His
family was greatly distressed by his captivity, and
feared the consequences of the hardship and the unnec
essary rigor to which he was subjected. This induced
me to think of offering myself as a substitute for him,
to procure his release and restoration to his family.
Accordingly, on October 31st I addressed a letter to
Colonel Ould, the Confederate commissioner for ex
change of prisoners, asking him to propose to the Fed
eral authorities to accept me as a prisoner in place of
Mr. Phillips. On the 9th of November I wrote to two
members of the Confederate Congress, Col. John B.
Baldwin and Hon. Allan T. Caperton, on the same
subject, but nothing ever came of it. Mr. Phillips was
a prisoner for ten months, when he was exchanged
in the ordinary course.

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It was a hard campaign for us, marked by almost
daily marches, and by frequent fights more or less
important. Thus, on November llth, we marched
below Cedar Creek and had an engagement in which
we lost two killed and five wounded. Again the next
day there was " cavalry fighting all day.7' My record
says that General Rosser's (Confederate) brigade
was " stampeded," but "our regiment charged beauti
fully and drove the enemy six miles." General Lomax
" whipped them too," but McCausland lost two pieces
of artillery. So it would seem that honors were easy
that day between the blue and the gray. The follow
ing Sunday we marched back to camp, twenty-five
miles, the weather very cold, " snowing and blowing."
Winter had set in early, for I noted a heavy snow on
November 5th.

One of my efforts was to supply all the men who
wished it with copies of the New Testament. To
this end I appointed one in each company to ascer
tain how many were desirous of being supplied with
them. I also circulated a subscription for the supply
of "religious papers," and I note November 14th the
receipt of $106 from Co. A for this purpose.

Apparently to supply these needs I made a visit
to Staunton, November 15th, "riding all night and
reaching there at nine A.M."

After a three days visit there, during which my
gallant little "Charlie" had the honor of carrying his
mistress again after an interval of three years, I returned
to camp on the 19th of November, riding from Staun
ton to Newmarket between 6.30 A.M. and dusk. Two
days afterward I distributed my cargo, 70 Testaments,
40 hymnals, and about 100 prayer-books. Next day,

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21st, the enemy advanced with three divisions of cav
alry. "We met them with one brigade and some
infantry skirmishers and drove them beyond Edin
burgh, a distance of six miles/' losing in our regiment
three killed and eight wounded, to whom I endeavored
to minister the consolations of religion.

I will give here a transcript of my little diary to show
how my days were spent.

"Nov. 22d. Talked with Jones of Co. G, who was danger
ously wounded to-day. Nov. 23d. Went to see Jones at
sunrise. Read and prayed with him with much earnestness
in presence of his family and some soldiers. . . . Visited
two badly wounded men of the First Regiment, talked and
prayed with them. Went to Mt. Jackson hospital, and
talked with Brooking and McGinness, each of whom has
lost a leg. On the way back conversed with Sergeant
Cleburne, who was once a professor of religion. Held prayer-
meeting and spoke on 103d Psalm. Small attendance
because of the cold. . . . Thursday, 24th. Rose at daylight
and went to see Jones. Talked and prayed with him.
Performed the burial service over W. H. Cocke of Co. G,
and addressed the throng on death and its lessons. Went
to see Harris, Co. A. He is a Christian. Read and prayed
with him with much delight. Drew near to God in evening
prayer. Held prayer-meeting and spoke on "The Sting
of Death is Sin." Friday, Nov. 25th. "Rose at daylight—
weather very cold — withdrew to the woods for prayer. . . .
Visited Jones and talked and prayed with him. He cannot
believe — that is his difficulty. Regiment on picket. Rode
five miles to see B. W. Taylor and found him somewhat
better. . . . Nov. 26th. Rose before daylight and prayed
with Taylor. Rode to picket post, stopping to see Jones
on my way. Sunday, Nov. 27th. Distributed papers to
men at sunrise, and gave notice of services. Rode to Dr.

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Meem's and returned with Dr. Mitchell (Presbyterian), of
Lynchburg, who preached for me on the joy in heaven 'over
one sinner that repenteth.' Rode with him to see Jones."

On another day I was occupied " cutting down two
trees," visiting the hospital at Mt. Jackson, where
I ministered to seven wounded men, and in the evening
(December 6th) "had the largest and best attended
prayer -meeting for a long time. A trooper knelt in
token of his desire for the prayers of the congregation."

Our troopers were in the habit of taking corn from
the fields for then- horses. This was a very reprehen
sible practice, and I took occasion to remonstrate with
the men against it. I urged that it was the duty of
the quartermaster's department to supply food and
forage for our animals, and that it was subversive of
discipline for the men to get their own supplies. But,
above all, I insisted that the unhappy valley of Virginia
had been swept almost bare of subsistence by the
marching and countermarching of the two armies,
and that of late the Federal cavalry had been robbing
the people mercilessly, so that if we took the corn and
fodder that were left, we were in fact taking the bread
out of the mouths of the women and children. To
all my arguments some of the men opposed the abso
lute necessity they were in to keep their horses in con
dition to do service and to defend the country from
the advance of the enemy. This I met by the argu-
mentum ad equum. " Look at my horse," I said. "He
is in as good condition as any horse in the regiment, and
I have not taken an ear of corn for him since I have been
in the command!" When I said this I saw a twinkle
in the eye of my principal antagonist in the argument,
as he replied, "That's all very well, Parson, but you

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don't see the men a feedin' of him while you are
asleep!" On one occasion there was more serious
ground for rebuke, for some depredations had been
committed which reflected on the good name of the
regiment. When I heard of it, I had the church bugle
call sounded, and the men assembled in considerable
numbers. After a very brief religious service, I ad
dressed them, rebuking severely the act alluded to,
calling it by its right name, and unsparingly condemn
ing the perpetrators whoever they might be. It was
evident from the scowling countenances of two or three
of my auditors that the shot had taken effect — the
guilty parties had been hit. It was the only instance
of such conduct that I remember during my connection
of nearly eight months with the Second Cavalry.

CHAPTER XIX

THE WINTER CAMPAIGN OF 1864-65

WE were now to undertake an expedition into West
Virginia, under command of General Rosser, a
dashing and adventurous officer, but in my humble
opinion lacking sometimes in that poise and judgment
so essential to the best results in a campaign.

We set out on Dec. 7th, 1864, and the next day
crossed the mountains and camped in a little valley on
the south fork of the Potomac. On the 9th we reached
Petersburg. Later we tore up some miles of the Balti
more and Ohio R. R.

This appears to have been the whole purpose of the
expedition. It was accomplished at considerable cost
- indeed, it cost very dear, for to say nothing of the
intense suffering the men endured in crossing and
recrossing the Alleghany in the midst of a very cold
winter, horses and men were much broken down by the
marches, and the brigade subsequently joined the army
near Richmond "much the worse for wear," and by
no means as fit for service as it had been at the begin
ning of the winter. One evening we reached the top
of the Allegheny Mountains just before dusk, and
bivouacked in the forest. We had no wagons, and of
course no tents — nothing, in fact, but what each
trooper carried on his saddle. Every man was supposed
to have a small tent-fly rolled up behind him. These

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were about six feet long and perhaps eighteen inches
across, — two of them buttoned together and stretched
across a small pole cut from the forest and supported
by two forked sticks formed a little shelter under which
two men could crawl and have some protection from
falling weather.

Just at dusk snow began to fall, and it was evi
dently to be a heavy one. Quickly then these tiny
shelter tents began to spring up in the forest. But
unfortunately for us, neither Adjutant Griffin nor I
possessed a tent-fly. So we had no resource but to
lie down and cover up with what blankets we had and
a rubber overall — this as quickly as possible before the
ground had become covered with the snow. This,
then, we did, while our comrades, standing by the little
feeble fires of brushwood, bade us good-bye, saying,
"We expect to find you buried alive in the morning."
This expectation was literally realized, for "Tip"
Griffin and I were covered up by a blanket of snow
eight inches deep, — buried, but still alive. Tip,
though, had the advantage of me, for he slept soundly
with his head completely covered, while I, requiring
fresh air, was compelled from time to time to lift the
cover, whereupon the snow would roll in (our saddles
making a little mound behind our heads), and then
the heat of my body would melt it, — so that I had a
most miserable night, not because of the cold, for the
snow kept me warm, but by loss of sleep and the dis
comfort of lying in a pool of melted snow — "almost
suffocated with the weight of the snow on my head."
Another severe experience I recall was this. We crossed
one of the mountain brooks not less, I think, than twenty
times in a day's march, and the weather was so cold

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that the water as it splashed upon the horses froze,
and their legs and bellies were covered with little icicles.
But the forepart of the top of one of my boots was gone,
so that my sock was exposed, and it soon became a
frozen mass over my foot, so that I was obliged to dis
mount and walk all day (sometimes to double-quick) to
prevent my foot being frozen or frost-bitten. More
over I was miserably mounted — on a little long-haired
mouse-colored beast, not much larger than a large
sheep. I had not ventured to take my blind Charlie
on this winter expedition over frozen roads. Often
these were very slippery.

When Sunday came, it was simply impossible to
conduct service. I rode thirteen miles that day to pro
cure forage for our horses. On the 12th I rode on to
Petersburg (W. Va.), and had bread baked for the men.
This threw me behind the column and I had hard
work catching up with the regiment.

During all this march back over the mountains
and to Eastern Virginia, our men had to scratch a
fresh hole in the hard snow, at the end of every day's
march, to bivouack for the night.

My verdict was that I had suffered more hardship
in the office of chaplain than I ever did as a private
soldier carrying a musket and a knapsack.

On December 17th I was ordered to the hospital
at Staunton for treatment of an injury to my hand.

I returned to camp at Swope's Depot early in Janu
ary, and at once resumed the daily services. On the
8th we received orders to march eastward to Waynes-
boro and thence over the Blue Ridge. Taking Staun
ton en route, I consulted a surgeon there, who said it
would be dangerous to return to camp in the condition

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my hand was in. It was much swollen and very pain
ful. It seemed strange to be put hors de combat for
weeks by a trifling injury, after passing through so
many battles and minor engagements scathless. I
had once lost a day by indisposition — the only occa
sion during the war when I had to ride in the ambu
lance — and now I had lost three weeks and was to lose
more by this accident.

On January 20th, while still in Staunton, I received
news of the death of my dear father, who died at the
age of sixty-five years, at his beautiful home, Belvi-
dere, in Baltimore.

It was not till January 25th that I was able
to rejoin my regiment. Starting early I rode across
the Blue Ridge and made " Clover Plains" by evening
-the lovely home of my aunt, Mrs. John Boiling
Garrett, on the eastern slope of the mountains. Next
day I dined at the dear old University from whose
classic shades so many of us went forth in 1861 to join
the Confederate armies; and pushed on in the after
noon to "Edge Hill," the home of Col. Thos. Jefferson
Randolph, grandson of Thomas Jefferson, beautifully
situated on a hill almost under the shadow of famous
"Monticello."

How well I recall the giant form of Colonel Ran
dolph, as he sat and talked of the olden days of
Virginia, of his illustrious grandfather, and of the
Legislature of Virginia in 1832, when the whole State
was so deeply stirred by the scheme for the emanci
pation of the negroes. He was a member of that body,
and he told me that a large majority of the members
was in favor of the measure; but after careful con
sideration it was deemed wiser to postpone action upon

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it until the next session, in order that the details of
the scheme might be more maturely considered.

But before the Legislature reassembled, there
occurred a violent ebulition of fanaticism on the part
of the Abolitionists of New England. The Southern
slave-holders were held up to the scorn and detestation
of mankind, and the vengeance of God and man was
invoked against them for the awful crime of slavery.

The consequence was a complete reaction of public
opinion in Virginia on the subject of the abolition of
slavery, so that when the Legislature next assembled,
the whole project was dropped. Thus was wrecked
the most hopeful scheme of getting rid of the institu
tion of slavery that had ever been proposed since its
introduction in 1619. We may lament that the men of
Virginia did not rise superior to the feelings naturally
begotten by this unfair and fanatical assault, but,
human nature being what it is, we cannot be surprised
that the affair terminated as it did.

Had it been otherwise — had the gradual emancipa
tion of the slaves been decreed by Virginia — there
can be little doubt that Maryland, Kentucky, Mis
souri, North Carolina, and Tennessee would have fol
lowed her example; and in time the moral pressure
on the cotton States would have been so strong that
they, too, must have adopted some scheme of emanci
pation. That this blessed consummation was not j
realized must be set down to the account of the fanat
ical Abolitionists, because of their violent and unjust
arraignment of the South for an institution which she
did not create, but had inherited, and against which
the State of Virginia had many times protested in her
early history.

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It is not always remembered by students of American
history that the original draft of the Declaration of
Independence as drawn by Thos. Jefferson arraigned
the king of England for forcing the institution of slavery
on the people of the colonies against their will. It
is also too often forgotten that the first government
on earth to abolish the slave trade was the Common
wealth of Virginia. It was one of the first acts of the
Old Dominion after her independence had been estab
lished, long before old England passed her ordinance
against it. And when the thirteen colonies formed the
United States, in 1789, the voice of Virginia was raised
in earnest advocacy of the immediate abolition of the
trade in negro slaves, but owing to the opposition of
New England, in alliance with some of the cotton
States, the evil traffic was given a twenty years further
lease of life.

From Edge Hill, after one delightful evening, I
rode on to Barboursville, January 26th, suffering not
a little with the cold, for the thermometer registered
fourteen degrees above zero. There I spent the night
with another charming Virginia gentleman, a member
of the Confederate Congress, Mr. B. Johnson Barbour.
He was of a younger generation than Colonel Randolph,
and an active participant in the affairs of the State
and the Confederacy, experienced in political life, a
man of broad and generous culture, and an orator of
great ability. In such delightful company and in
such a charming home it would have been delightful
to tarry, but I could not yield to the temptation, and
so pushed on the next day, reaching camp about one
P.M. On Sunday, the 28th, I resumed my duties -with
my regiment, preaching in the Blue Run Baptist

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Church, the condition of which left much to be desired.
So, next day I spent several hours " cleaning out the
church." My diary shows that our daily prayer-
meetings were kept up through the remainder of this
hard winter and up to the evacuation of Richmond,
whenever circumstances permitted, and I always
made an address or preached a sermon. It is pleasant
to remember now, after the lapse of forty-four years,
the loyal support those brave men of the Second Vir
ginia Cavalry gave me, young and inexperienced as I
was, in my work as chaplain among them.

They gave liberally, too, out of their small means for
the soldiers' paper which I was interested in circulating
among the men, and for the purchase of Bibles and
prayer-books and hymnals.

On Sunday, February 5th, my morning service was
appointed as usual, but orders were received to march
to Richmond, so that my congregation was reduced
to four men, — to whom, however, I preached. Our
camp was on the nine-mile road, six miles from Rich
mond. The next Sunday (12th) was very windy and
cold, so that only fifteen men responded to bugle call
at church time. Open air service in such bitter weather
had its difficulties. But I find record of many personal
interviews with officers and men at this period about
their souls7 interests. On the 19th I preached both
morning and afternoon in St. Paul's, Richmond, of which
Rev. Dr. Minnegerode was the rector. The President
of the Southern Confederacy was a regular attendant
at its services, as were many other government officials.
It was a very notable congregation that assembled there
those last Sundays of the life of the Confederacy. Many
distinguished officers w^ould often be seen there, and

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always many of the soldiers, and the costumes of the
ladies, made up with such ingenuity out of very slender
resources, would have furnished a curious study to the
woman of to-day versed in matters pertaining to female
toilette. There was a deep solemnity in those Sunday
services in the chief church of Virginia, when such
momentous issues hung in the balance, when often
the distant booming of the cannon reminded the wor
shippers that a life and death struggle was even then
going on. Not a few of those who sat listening to the
words of the preacher felt that a dark cloud of impend
ing disaster overhung the church and the city, which
might burst at any hour and overwhelm us all. But
others, especially the young officers and the young
women, were full of hope, and even the sacred precincts
of the sanctuary could hardly restrain the ebullition of
their gayety. It was, on the whole, a brilliant spectacle
presented to the eye of the preacher as he ascended
the pulpit of St. Paul's and surveyed the great congre
gation before him. To one as new as I then was to
the pulpit, and accustomed to audiences composed
solely of my comrades in arms, clad in their rusty uni
forms, it was at first a little disconcerting.

Having found it so difficult to conduct service in the
open air in the cold and inclement weather of winter, I
set about building, by the help of the men, a chapel for
our use in winter quarters. We built it of logs and cov
ered it with tent-flies. In about two weeks we were able
to occupy it, but two days later the brigade was ordered
off (March 7th), and I believe we never used it again.
I had much personal work among the men at this time
and was occupied preparing some of them for baptism
and the holy communion. That last Sunday (March

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5th) I had a large and interested congregation. It was
to be my last service with the regiment, for when, on
the 7th of March, it was ordered off, I could not accom
pany it, for my horse had completely broken down -
was in fact quite unable to carry me, and so I was left
behind. In about a week, being unable to procure a
fresh mount near Richmond, I obtained leave to go to
Staunton for the purpose.

Before I left, on Sunday, March 12th, I preached
again at St. Paul's in the evening. My sermon was on
"The Divine Providence in Human Affairs/7 and my
text was,

Ps. xcvii. 1, 2: "The Lord reigneth . . . clouds and
darkness are round about Him. Righteousness and judg
ment are the habitation of His throne."

The following extract may be of interest as illustrat
ing the state of mind of clergy and people at that crisis
in the history of the Confederacy:

In conclusion what should be our state of mind in view
of the doctrine of the text? What practical effect should
belief in God's universal providence have upon us?

1. We should rejoice. "The Lord reigneth, let the Earth
rejoice." After all, " though the heathen rage and the people
imagine a vain thing" "the Lord reigneth:" He will "make
the wrath of man to praise Him" and "the remainder of
wrath" He will "restrain." "Fret not thyself," timid
believer, "because of evil doers, neither be thou envious
against the workers of iniquity, for they shall soon be cut
down like the grass, and wither as the green herb." Yes!
blessed be God, the wicked shall not always triumph;
Truth and Justice will assert their rightful supremacy;
Innocence will be vindicated; and right will at last be might;
because "the Lord reigneth."

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For right is might since God is God;

And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin.

Christian, are you anxious and troubled? It is your
privilege to be calm and confident. Does the future fill
you with evil forebodings? Does it seem to hang over you
like some frowning precipice? It is your privilege to "take
no thought for the morrow" and to rely on his promise
"my grace is sufficient for thee." Remember, though the
heavens may gather blackness, though thunders roll and
lightnings gleam, though the depths may yawn and the
billows mount up to the skies, — yet above all "the Lord
reigneth." The issue is in His hands. He can still the raging of
the sea, and command a great calm, and we have His promise
that "all things shall work together for good to those that
love Him." Brethren, it is more than our privilege, it is
our duty to believe His word. We live in the midst of
troublous times. The calamity is not yet overpast. We
are arrived at the crisis in the fate of our beloved country.
Whatever the result, the Christian need not fear. He is
in the hands of his covenant God, and he may calmly
await the issue. Calmly? Yes! but not idly; he has a work
to do, he owes a duty to his country and as a Christian he
must perform it. His country is in danger, what can he
do? Take his place among her soldiers and stand up for
her defence? Yes, this he must do; but this is not all. The
battle is not to the strong. "The Lord reigneth," his Lord
who has promised to hear his prayer, and he must take his
place upon his knees and pray for divine help.

2. The doctrine of divine providence should also make
us tremble lest we resist His will and bring down His ven
geance upon our guilty heads. "The Lord reigneth, let the
people tremble!" Ah, with what awful solemnity ought
these words to fall upon the ears of a nation engaged like

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ours in a struggle for existence with an enemy vastly their
superior in numbers and all material resources! Let us
tremble, lest in a spirit of boastfulness and self-confidence
we rely upon our own valor and prowess and forget to
ask help of Him in whose hands are the issues of life and
death, of victory and defeat! Let us tremble, lest by per
sisting in our impenitence and rebellion and plunging into
reckless gayety and dissipation, while on the very verge of
ruin, we excite the indignation of that God upon whose
favor alone we depend for success. Let us tremble, lest we
harden our necks and despise the chastening of the Lord;
lest in our madness we charge God with injustice; lest we
exhibit in our own case an example of the prophet's words,
"The people turneth not to Him that smiteth them, neither
do they seek the Lord of Hosts," -therefore "His anger
is not turned away, but His hand is stretched out still."

CHAPTER XX

THE CLOSE OF THE DRAMA

ABOUT this time occurred the famous Hampton
Roads Conference between the representatives
of the Confederate Government and Mr. Lincoln.
Much discussion grew out of it, and it was feared the
resolution of the people and of the army to continue
the struggle would be shaken. To counteract such a
tendency, a meeting of our regiment was held on Febru
ary 13th, and the situation of the country was discussed.
I took part in the discussion, and offered a series of
resolutions which were enthusiastically adopted. They
were as follows:

PREAMBLE AND RESOLUTIONS

Whereas, under the influence of the reverses which have
recently befallen our arms, a feeling of despondency and
gloom has manifested itself among the people at home; and

Whereas, the impression seems to prevail that the soldiers
in the field are likewise discouraged and disheartened —
even to the point of being willing to make peace with our
enemies on the basis of Reconstruction:

Thereupon, be it resolved, That we indignantly repel the
charge of despondency, as a slander upon our good name as
Confederate Soldiers, and as unjust to the past services we
have rendered; and we do at the same time declare our deter
mination never willingly to lay down our arms, until we have
extorted from the world an acknowledgment of our right to
govern ourselves.

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Resolved, 2d, that far from considering our past reverses
as just cause for despondency or despair, we look upon them
as urgent appeals for more vigorous and determined efforts
than we have ever yet put forth; and we deem this a fit
occasion for reiterating our belief that these States are fully
equal to the task they have undertaken of throwing off
the yoke of Northern oppression and fanaticism, and vindi
cating their God-given right to be free.

Resolved, 3d, that to talk of submission or compromise
at this stage of the struggle — when we have already paid
the price of liberty in the blood of our best and bravest —
would be the basest treachery to the memory of those who
have fallen, and would prove us unworthy of freedom —
unworthy the possession of this fair Southern land.

Resolved, 4-th, that having entered upon this contest
with the conviction that our rights and interests were no
longer safe under the government of the United States;
and the developments of the past four years having doubly
confirmed our worst apprehensions, we cannot see any
distinction between Reconstruction and subjugation, except
that in the latter case, though everything else were lost,
honor at least would remain to us.

Resolved, 5th, that we hail the accession of Gen. Robert
E. Lee to the supreme leadership of our armies as an omen
of victory; and we are satisfied that uncompromising firmness
and self-sacrificing patriotism on the part of the army and
the people in the coming campaign are all that is necessary,
under the guidance and blessing of Almighty God, to secure
our independence, and restore to us the halcyon days of
peace.

Resolved, 6th, that the best way to incline our enemies
to peace is to prepare vigorously for war; and we warn our
people that the apparent willingness of the Washington
government to treat for peace is a veil for hostile purposes,
and is intended to paralyze our energies and sow discord
and discontent among our citizens and soldiers.

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The sentiments of these resolutions were those
entertained by Lee's brave soldiers at this period of
the tremendous struggle, when the surrender of his
army and the collapse of the Southern Confederacy
was so near at hand — only seven weeks away. We
in the field could not realize the true situation. The
fatal mistake of removing Gen. Joseph E. Johnston from
the command of the Southwestern Army had destroyed
the last hope of resisting Sherman's advance in that
direction. After Hood's defeat the cotton States
were at his mercy — and his " tender mercies" were
" cruel" indeed. Even if Lee could continue to hold
out against the hosts of General Grant, beleaguering
Petersburg and Richmond, it was now only a question
of time when he would find Sherman with a great army
marching on his rear. Yet his great soul did not quail
even then, and the men who had followed him with
supreme devotion since June, 1862, could not believe
that defeat was possible, while he was still their com
mander. They hailed his recent appointment to be
commander-in-chief of all the Confederate armies as
an omen of victory. They did not realize that this
appointment came at least a twelvemonth too late.
Had Lee been in supreme command in May, 1864, as
Grant was of the armies of the United States, the story
of the war would have been greatly different. Joseph
E. Johnston would not have been removed — Sher
man would perhaps have been defeated — certainly he
would have been checked, and his march to the sea
might never have taken place. One also may believe
that the genius of Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest would
have been recognized by Lee in time to have given
scope to his marvellous abilities for General Sherman's

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discomfiture. That brilliant plan which he vainly
submitted to the Richmond authorities for cutting off
Sherman's communications could hardly have failed
to secure the approval of Lee.

Lord Wolseley, in his appreciation of Lee, published
shortly after the death of the latter, truly said that
whoever would justly estimate what Lee accomplished
must take into consideration the important fact that
he was never given supreme command until within a
few weeks of the overthrow of the Confederacy. Even
his direction of the movements of the Army of North
ern Virginia was subject to the approval of the Rich
mond authorities. It is almost pathetic to read that
when Lee was planning his campaign into Pennsyl
vania in 1863, he had to submit it for approval to Jas.
A. Seddon, Secretary of War. One feature of his plan
was, in fact, negatived by Mr. Jefferson Davis. I
mean the organization of an army (however small) at
Manassas under Lieutenant-General Beauregard. This
would have been a menace to Washington, and might
have held a portion of the Army of the Potomac in
its defence, thus weakening the strength of the army
which Lee was to meet at Gettysburg.

But as we see it now, the task of the Confederate
generals was too great for human hands to accomplish.
The South was worn out by attrition and starvation.
Her resources were exhausted. Her ports were closed
- hermetically sealed by the great navy of the United
States — and she had not within her own territory the
supplies necessary to carry on such a war against so
rich and powerful a foe. The process of exhaustion had
been going on till her sources of life were almost gone.

"In my opinion, as a student of war," wrote Vis-

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count Lord Wolseley to me some years ago, "it was
the blockade of your ports that killed the Southern
Confederacy, not the action of the Northern armies."1
This view was ably set forth by the Hon. Hilary A.
Herbert in an address delivered while he was Secretary
of the Navy; and Hon. Chas. Francis Adams, in his
oration at Lexington, Va., at the centennial of General
Lee's birth, presented the same view with great force.

I come now to the end of the story of my experi
ences as chaplain of the Second Cavalry.

On the 15th of March I left Richmond for Staunton
by the Danville R. R., accompanied by my wife, who
had been a guest at Westwood, the home of Col. Thos.
H. Ellis, for a week or two, and my father-in-law,

1 Following is the text of the letter referred to above.

FARM HOUSE, GLYNDE, LEWES,
DEAR 8m: November 12, 1904.

It was very kind of you to send me a copy of your speech to the
Confederate veterans. I have perused it with the deepest interest.
It has revived my remembrance of the sympathy with which I watched
the campaigns to which you so eloquently allude in "The Confederate
Soldier, his Motives and Aims."

I have often pondered over the effect upon the future of the United
States that a refusal on the part of Mr. Lincoln to hand us back Messrs.
Mason and Slidell would have had. In my opinion, as a student of
war, the Confederates must have won had the blockade of the Southern
ports been removed by us, as it would have been at once if the North
had been ruled by a flashy politician instead of the very able and far-
seeing Mr. Abraham Lincoln.

It was the blockade of your ports that killed the Southern Con
federacy, not the action of the Northern armies.

However, you are now a united people, and as such by far the great
est power in the world. I earnestly hope our two nations may always
be closely united. With such a union of heart and strength firmly
established, we might easily forbid all great wars in the world. What
a glorious end to aim at!

I have always hoped for such a close alliance of the English race

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Rev. Richard H. Phillips, who had returned from the
military prison at Camp Chase, Ohio, where he had
been confined for ten months. I have already referred
to the sad change in this noble gentleman, which the
privations and sufferings of his imprisonment had
wrought. The train which took us out of Richmond
carried also a large number of exchanged prisoners.
They presented a pitiful sight — many of them ema
ciated to the last degree, many suffering with dis
tressing coughs that showed they were marked for
the grave. It could not be expected that one out of
ten of that train load of Confederate soldiers would
ever be fit for duty again. The treatment of Northern
prisoners in Southern prisons has been much discussed.
An important sidelight is cast on this subject by a
consideration of the conditions existing in the South
during the war. As regards medicines, let it be noted
that quinine sold in Richmond as early as July, 1862,
for $60 an ounce, while in New York it was but $5
per ounce. That was before Confederate currency
had so frightfully depreciated. As regards food and
clothing, I see from my diary that in February, 1864,

throughout the world, for every Christian man must realize, that
whilst war is a dire scourge, peace on earth and good will toward all
men is not only the highest philosophy, but the injunction of Him
whose followers we all profess to be.

Again thanking you for your great kindness in sending me a copy
of your great speech, allow me to subscribe myself,

Yours very faithfully,

WOLSELEY.

To THE REVD. R. H. McKiM, etc., etc.,

Washington, U. S.

P. S. — It was most kind of Mrs. Hugh Lee to ask you to send me
the copy of the speech in question. ^

The speech to which Lord Wolseley refers is given in the Appendix,
p. 286.

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milk was $2 per gallon; a pound of candles cost $7; a
pair of boots, $140; half soling a pair of boots, $11; a
roadside breakfast, $5; a box of blacking, $4; a halter,
$10; butter, $5 per pound; 1 pair of shoestrings, $1.50.
In December, 1864, I bought 6 pounds butter for $54,
1 turkey, $17, 1 spool cotton, $5, soap, $2 per pound.
In January, 1865, 1 yard mourning crepe cost $140,
putting one shoe on my horse, $5. Five dollars in
gold brought $200. Soon after a pair of woman's
shoes cost $200, and 3 pounds of tea and a few pounds
of sugar cost $465. It is recorded hi the diary of a
refugee that in Richmond, the last winter of the war,
sugar was $20 per pound, meal, $40 per bushel, flour,
$300 per barrel, ham, $7 per pound. One feed for a
horse cost $5, board of a horse for one month, $300.

At the table of General Lee, commander-in-chief
of the Confederate armies, there was meat only twice
a week, while the usual fare was boiled cabbage and
sweet potatoes and corn pone.

How, then, could our prisoners be properly fed amid
such scarcity of provisions? And how could they be
properly supplied with medicines when these existed
in such very small quantities in the South? Medi
cines had been made, by the United States authorities,
contraband of war.

It ought also to be remembered that Jefferson Davis
offered in the summer of 1864 to surrender the sick and
wounded Federal prisoners in his hands without equiv
alent, but though the offer was accepted, the neces
sary transportation did not arrive until the following
November.

Again I recall the fact that General Grant refused
to carry out the cartel for the exchange of prisoners,

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lest the Confederate armies should be reinforced. In
August, 1864, he wrote to General Butler as follows:

"it is hard on our men in Southern prisons not to exchange
them, but it is humanity to those left in the ranks left to
fight our battles. At this particular time, to release all
rebel prisoners North would insure Sherman's defeat and
would compromise our safety here."

I will not stop to observe at how much higher valua
tion this shows that one Southern soldier was held
than one Northern soldier, but I ask, Upon whom,
then, rests the responsibility for the prolongation of
the suffering of Northern soldiers in Southern prisons?

I believe that as a rule the Confederate authorities
did the best they could for the prisoners they held,
if regard be had to the scarcity of provisions and the
great paucity of medicines and hospital comforts in
the South at that time.

Can the same be said for the United States author
ities in their treatment of Southern prisoners of war?

But the best refutation of the charge against the
South in this respect is furnished by a comparison of
the statistics of the respective mortality in the prisons
at the North and those at the South.

The whole number of Federal prisoners in Southern
prisons was, in round numbers, 270,000, and of Con
federate prisoners in Northern prisons 220,000. But
the deaths of Confederates in Northern prisons were
26,436, while of Union soldiers in the Southern prisons
only 22,576 died. (See Report of Mr. Stanton, Fed
eral Secretary of War, dated July 19, 1866 — also
Report of Federal Surgeon-General Barnes.) Thus
the per centum of deaths in Southern prisons was less

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than nine, while the per centum of deaths in Northern
prisons was more than twelve.1

1 At the beginning of the war, May 21, 1861, the Confederate Con
gress passed an Act providing that

"Rations furnished prisoners of war shall be the same in quantity
and quality as those furnished to enlisted men in the army of the Con
federacy."

And in General Orders, No. 159, the Commissary-General ordered
that —

"Hospitals for prisoners of war are placed on the same footing as
other Confederate States Hospitals in all respects."

These orders were loyally obeyed.

The publication of the reports and correspondence relative to the
exchange and treatment of prisoners — they fill four volumes of the
"Rebellion Records" — furnishes a complete vindication of the Con
federate Government from responsibility for the sufferings of Federal
prisoners in the Southern prisons. They show that from the beginning
to the end of the war the authorities of the Confederacy were eager to
exchange the prisoners in their hands, but not till July 22, 1862, did
the work of exchange begin. It continued till April 1, 1864, less than
two years, when it was stopped by General Grant, and was not resumed
till the latter part of January, 1865. And it was during this period
that the greatest suffering and mortality of the prisoners in our hands
occurred, — because of the great scarcity of food, and clothing, and
medicines, and other comforts in the South at that period.

To meet this unfortunate situation and to mitigate the great suffer
ing, Judge Ould, the Confederate commissioner on exchange for pris
oners, proposed October 6, 1864, "that each government shall have
the privilege of forwarding for the use and comfort of such of its pris
oners as are held by the other, necessary articles of food and clothing."

It took a whole month to get the consent of the Federal authorities
to this proposal. Previous to this, January 24, 1864, Judge Ould
proposed that the prisoners on each side should be attended by their
own surgeons, and that these "should act as Commissaries, with power
to receive and distribute such contributions of money, food, clothing,
and medicines as may be forwarded for the relief of prisoners." These
surgeons were also to have full liberty to make reports to their respect
ive governments of any matters relating to the welfare of prisoners.

To this humane proposal of the Confederate commission no reply
was ever made. But it remains on record, pointing forever an accusing
finger at the United States authorities, who would not embrace the

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But to resume my narrative. We had a long and
laborious journey. The first Sunday after our de
parture, March 19th, we had arrived in Lynchburg,
where I preached in St. Paul's morning and evening.
From that place we proceeded in an open wagon, on
the 22d, reaching Lexington on the evening of the 23d.

opportunity of relieving the sufferings of the unfortunates in the pris
ons, North and South.

By a stroke of his pen General Grant could have emptied the pris
ons at Richmond, Andersonville, and other Southern places; but he
would not do it. Why? Because, as we now know, "he preferred that
the Confederates should be burdened with caring for these Federal
prisoners when living, and charged with their death, should they die."

To any reader who is under the impression that the conditions
existing in Libby Prison and at Andersonville find no parallel in any
Northern prison, we commend the perusal of the report of Dr. Wm. H.
Van Buren, of New York, on behalf of the United States Sanitary
Commission, May 10, 1863, in which a state of things is described at
Camp Douglas and at St. Louis, among the Southern prisoners, too
horrible to quote. The physicians who investigated the condition of
the prisoners at St. Louis, say:

"It surely is not the intention of our government to place these
prisoners in a position which will secure their extermination by pes
tilence in less than a year."

To conclude, let me quote the language of Mr. Charles A. Dana,
who was the Federal Assistant Secretary of War during the war.
In an editorial in the New York Sun (in 1876) he said:

"The Confederate authorities, and especially Mr. Davis, ought
not to be held responsible for the terrible privations, sufferings, and
injuries which our men had to endure while they were kept in Confeder
ate military prisons. The fact is unquestionable, that while the Con
federates desired to exchange prisoners, to send our men home, and to
get back their own, General Grant steadily and persistently resisted
such an exchange. ... It was not the Confederate authorities who
insisted on keeping our prisoners in distress, want, and disease, but
the commander of our own armies. . . . Moreover there is no evidence
whatever that it was practicable for the Confederate authorities to
feed our prisoners any better than they were fed, or to give them any
better care and attention than they received."

See "Official Report of the History Committee of the Grand Camp,
C. V., Department of Virginia, by Hon. Geo. L. Christian."

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There we rested till Monday, 27th, and on the 26th I
preached for Dr. Norton, then in charge of the church
there, — its rector, Rev. Dr. Pendleton (a graduate of
West Point) being an artillery officer in Lee's army.
After a tedious wagon journey we at length arrived in
Staunton on the 27th at eleven P.M. As soon as possible
I procured a fresh horse — a beautiful bay mare,
the best mount I had during the war — and set out
to rejoin my regiment.

But it was too late. As I approached Richmond,
I learned it had been evacuated, and soon found the
enemy were between me and our army. After several
futile attempts, I at length reached a point nine miles
from Appomattox, only to learn that General Lee
had that day, April 9th, surrendered what remained
of the Army of Northern Virginia. It was impos
sible to believe it, until I saw some of the men who
had been included in the surrender and been paroled.
To say that I was not prepared for such an issue feebly
expresses what I felt. Such was the confidence of
Lee's soldiers in his supreme ability that, spite or~afl
the evidences of the exhaustion of the Confederacy
and the depletion of its armies, we could not for a mo
ment entertain the thought that the Army of Northern
Virginia could be compelled to lay down its arms and
give up the struggle. The fact is that army was starved
out — or rather the South was starved out, and could
no longer feed its people or its soldiers. The number
of desertions from the ranks during the previous month
was ominous of the end that was preparing. And the
reason was to be sought, not in the weakening of the
resolution or the devotion of the men, but in the plead
ings of the women at home. The distress existing in

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the farmhouses and cabins, where dwelt the wives and
children of the soldiers of Lee's army, had become so
acute that it could no longer be borne in silence; anc(
every mail brought letters to the men, telling the hard
conditions of life — the desperate straits to which their
families were reduced — and appealing to them to
come home and help keep them from starvation.
These appeals were heart-rending, and if the men, by
hundreds and thousands, responded by deserting the
ranks and hastening to the relief of their wives and
children, who will throw the first stone of condemna
tion at the course they took? That they meant to
return to the colors, when they had put in a crop, or
made some provision for the wants of their families,
I do not doubt.

I will here set down the substance of a conversation
I had many years afterward with Gen. Custis Lee,
the eldest son of our commader-in-chief. The facts
he related are surely most important to the right under
standing of this last act in the great drama of the Civil
War.

Gen. Custis Lee was captured at the battle of Sailor's
Creek, together with many other Confederate officers.
There followed kindly greetings between the Union
and the Southern soldiers, some of whom had been
associated in the old Federal army. While this was
going on, Gen. Custis Lee says one of the Union officers
(it was General Benham) said to one of the Confed
erates, "Oh, you could not get away. We knew before
hand every move you were going to make!" Asked
to explain his meaning, he said that when the Union
Army entered Richmond, one of the first places they
made for was the executive mansion, and there in a

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scrap basket a soldier picked up a document which
proved to be a communication from General Lee to
the Secretary of War, containing information of the
most important character. It seems that the Con
federate Congress (one or both houses, I do not remem
ber which) had requested General Lee to inform the
President what his plans were, in the event of its becom
ing necessary to evacuate Richmond; and General
Lee (always obedient to the civil authority) had sent
to Mr. Davis a confidential statement, indicating the
lines by which he would withdraw his army, and the
points where he wished supplies to be accumulated
for its use.

The officer to whom this document was shown at
once recognized its great importance, and took immedi
ate steps to have it forwarded, post haste, to General
Grant, so that within twenty-four hours after Lee
began his retreat, his whole plan of operations was laid
before the Union commander.

Gen. Custis Lee told me that some time after the
conclusion of the war he was in his father's office going
over some papers with him, and then for the first
time narrated to him what General Benham of the
Union Army had said on that occasion. When General
Lee heard the story he was greatly moved, and ex
claimed, " Well, Custis, that explains it! I could never,
till now, understand why I failed to extricate that
army. I never worked harder than I did to accom
plish it, yet every move I made was at once check
mated. It also explains why General Grant, who,
the first day after the evacuation of Petersburg seemed
hesitating and uncertain in his movements, became sud
denly very vigorous and displayed more energy, skill,

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and judgment in his movements than I ever knew
him to display before."

This extraordinary incident is of the deepest interest
to the student of that campaign, and explains to us, who
were Lee's soldiers, how it came to pass that his army
was so soon and so hopelessly hemmed in.1

The most candid of the Federal historians, Dr.
James Ford Rhodes, expresses the opinion that "in
these final operations Grant outgeneralled Lee. The
conditions," he says, "were not unequal: 49,000 men
opposed 113,000, and the game was escape or surrender.
He also intimates that some Confederate writers have
admitted that "if everything had been managed prop
erly the Army of Northern Virginia might have eluded
surrender and protracted the war."

In reply let it first be said that if the Confederate
officers responsible for the conduct of affairs at the

1 1 append a copy of a letter on this subject addressed to Major
Walthall, and printed in the Memoirs of Jefferson Davis by his wife
(1890), Vol. II, p. 595. But I have preferred to give in the text the
incident as related to me orally by Gen. G. W. C. Lee on the occasion
referred to.

"After I was taken prisoner at Sailor's Creek, with the greater
part of the commands of General Ewell and General Dick Anderson,
and was on my way to Petersburg with the officers of the three com
mands, we met the United States engineer brigade under command
of General Benham, whom I knew prior to the breaking out of the war
as one of the captains of my own corps — the engineers.

"He did not apparently recognize me, and I did not make myself
known to him; but he began talking to General Ewell, in a loud tone
of voice which could be distinctly heard by all around.

"I heard General Benham say, among other things, that 'General
Weitzel had found, soon after his entrance into Richmond, a letter
from General Lee, giving the condition of the Army of Northern Vir
ginia and what he proposed to do should it become necessary to with
draw from the lines before Richmond and Petersburg, and that the
letter was immediately sent to General Grant. In answer to some

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battle of Five Forks had " managed properly" -if
they had carried out the plans of their great chief
with a fair degree of fidelity — that battle would have
been a Confederate victory, and Sheridan, as he testi
fied himself, would have been captured. But there
was grievous neglect — there was inexcusable derelic
tion of duty — and, as a consequence, Lee's lines were
broken and he was forced to retreat. If evidence of
the truth of this statement is demanded, the fact that
the Confederate general officer, whose name has been
always associated with the most superb feat of arms
at Gettysburg, was relieved of his command by Gen
eral Lee while on the retreat to Appomattox may
serve as sufficient confirmation at least of the opinion
of the commander of the Army of Northern Virginia.

So much for the direct cause that compelled the retreat.
And for the rest, the extraordinary fact related by
Gen. G. W. C. Lee is entirely sufficient to dispose of
the statement that Grant outgeneralled Lee in the
retreat to Appomattox. When the lion is caught in
the net, it does not require the skill of a mighty hunter
to slay him.

doubt expressed by General Ewell or someone else, General Benham
replied, 'Oh, there is no doubt about the letter, for I saw it myself.'
"I received the impression at the time, or afterward, that this letter
was a confidential communication to the Secretary of War in answer
to a resolution of the Confederate Congress asking for information
in 1865. When I mentioned this statement of General Benham to
General Lee, some time afterward, the latter said, 'This accounts for
the energy of the enemy's pursuit. The first day after we left the
lines he seemed to be entirely at sea with regard to our movements;
after that, though I never worked so hard in my life to withdraw our
army in safety, he displayed more energy, skill, and judgment in his
movements than I ever knew him to display before.'

[AtrUeC°Pyl "G. W.C. LEE.»

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Dr. Rhodes, it is true, in the passage just quoted
wrote in ignorance of the fact that chance had put
General Grant in possession of the plans of General
Lee. But it is strange that so careful a writer should
have committed himself to the statement that "the con
ditions" between the two armies "were not unequal."
He sees only the naked fact of 49,000 Confederates
against 113,000 — which, by the way, is a quite exag
gerated estimate of Lee's forces when the retreat began.
He has no eyes for the enormous difference in the equip
ment of the two armies, — the one "armed, clothed,
equipped, fed, and sheltered as no similar force in the
world's history had ever been before," -the other
almost starved, having been long on greatly reduced
rations, scantily clothed, its vitality lowered by expo
sure to cold and hail and sleet, and by overwork in the
trenches, consequent on the smallness of their numbers.
Nor has the Federal historian any recollection of the
difference between the condition of the mounts of the
cavalry of the two armies. He forgets that the horses
in Lee's army had long been, like the men, on starva
tion rations. Surely, when we consider these facts,
one must say that if ever two armies faced each other
under unequal conditions, it was when the soldiers of
Lee and Grant grappled with each other in those last
days before Appomattox. The true estimate of the
situation was given by Mr. Charles Francis Adams
when he said in his oration at Lexington:

"Finally, when in April the summons to conflict came, the
Army of Northern Virginia seemed to stagger to its feet,
and, gaunt and grim, shivering with cold and emaciated
with hunger, worn down by hard, unceasing attrition, it
faced its enemy, formidable still."

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I will not dwell upon the affecting scenes that were
witnessed when the terrible fact became known that
the remnant of the Army of Northern Virginia was to
be surrendered to General Grant and the mighty host
under his command. Those heroes of more than a
hundred battles wept like children when the news
came. To the very last they were unconquered.
That very morning they had fought with all their
old intrepidity and resolution. And they would have
fought on, had their beloved commander bid them,
till the last man had fallen face to the foe; but when
Lee told them to sheathe their swords and stack their
muskets, they obeyed him, though with breaking hearts.

This, his last act as the commander of the Confed
erate armies, was every way worthy of his heroic
character. How much easier to have put himself at
the head of his surviving soldiers and died with them
in one last splendid but desperate charge! Or again,
how much easier to have yielded to the counsels of
some of his captains, and, having cut his way through
the encircling Federal host, to have continued the
struggle in a guerilla warfare that might have been
prolonged indefinitely!

Both of these temptations he put aside, and rose to
the height of the supreme sacrifice which duty to his
people demanded. "The question is," he said to his
officers, "Is it right to surrender this army? If it is
right, then I will take all the responsibility." He asked
no man to share with him that awful responsibility—
to bear any part of the burden of that tremendous
decision. He took it all — he bore it all, on his own
heroic shoulders. Is there in history any finer spectacle
of self-devotion for duty's sake than this? Is it any

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wonder his soldiers idolized him, and were ready to die
for him? Were they not justified in looking to him as

"The great prince and man of men."

As I draw the curtain over this scene at Appomattox
I would pay my tribute of admiration to that superb
army whose history closed that day. My own words
would to some extent be discounted by the fact that
I served myself in its ranks. I will therefore rather
refer to the opinions of some of its illustrious oppo
nents, — to " Fighting Joe" Hooker's testimony that
"it exhibited a discipline and efficiency which the Army
of the Potomac had vainly striven to emulate," — to
the words of Swinton, "that incomparable Southern
Infantry, which, tempered by two years of battle, and
habituated to victory, equalled any soldiers that ever
followed the eagles to conquest," - to the generous
tribute of Major Jas. F. Huntington, "the indomitable
courage, the patient endurance of privations, the
supreme devotion of the Southern soldiers, will stand
on the pages of history, as engraven on a monument
more enduring than brass,"- - to the acknowledgment of
another Federal commander that the army of Lee "was
the finest army that ever marched on this continent."

To all these tributes I add the generous acknowl
edgment of Mr. Chas. Francis Adams "that Lee and
the Army of Northern Virginia never sustained de
feat. Finally succumbing to exhaustion, to the end
they were not overthrown in fight."

And for myself I can only repeat what I have said
elsewhere on a public occasion: "These men were heroes,
if ever heroes were. What hardships did they not
uncomplainingly endure, on the march, in the bivouac,

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in the trenches! What sacrifices did they not cheer
fully make for a cause dearer than life itself! What
dangers did they not face with unquailing front! Who
that ever saw them can forget those hardy battalions
that followed Stonewall Jackson in his weird marches
in the great valley campaign? Rusty and ragged
were their uniforms, but bright were their muskets
and their bayonets, and they moved like the very
whirlwind of war! . . . They were private soldiers —
fame will not herald their names to posterity. They
fought without reward, and they died without distinc
tion. It was enough for them to hear the voice of duty,
and to follow it, though it led them by a rugged path
to a bloody grave. . . . They were not soldiers of for
tune, but soldiers of conscience, who dared all that
men can dare, and endured all that men can endure in
obedience to what they believed the call of their coun
try. If ever men lived of whom it could be truly said
that their hearts echoed the sentiment,

" Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori "

these were the men. They loved their State. They
loved their homes and their firesides. They were no
politicians. Most of them knew little of the warring
theories of constitutional interpretation. But one
thing they knew — armed legions were marching upon
their homes, and it was their duty to hurl them back
at any cost. For this, not we only who shared their
perils and hardships do them honor — not the South
ern people only — but all brave men everywhere.

"Nameless they may be on the page of history,
but the name of the soldier of the Army of Northern
Virginia will echo round the world through the ages

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to come, and everywhere it will be accepted as the
synonym of valor, of constancy, and of loyalty to the
sternest call of duty."

As I have stated, I was not present at the surrender,
but having found the enemy between me and our army,
had made a wide detour, and was still nine miles away
when the news came to me that all was over.

As soon as I was assured beyond doubt of the over
whelming fact, I turned Lady Grey's head back toward
Staunton, and that day we covered together sixty-five
miles, — the longest ride I had ever made. When, the
second day after, I reached Staunton, night had set
in, and I hoped to get home without being observed or
recognized. But it was moonlight, and as I rode
through the main street, I was soon surrounded by a
group of men eager for news from the army. I said,
"There is news, but I prefer not to tell you what it is,
for I know you will not believe it." The answer was
a chorus of demands to tell what it was. Again I
demurred and asked to be excused — only to meet
the same reply. So at last I said, "Well, if you will
have it — General Lee has surrendered to General
Grant!" This, as I anticipated, was greeted with
derisive laughter, and I was told I was demoralized
and had accepted a groundless rumor as the truth.

In fact, the people could not believe it possible. The
disaster was too utterly overwhelming to be accepted
on the testimony of one man.

When our idolized leader sheathed his sword at
Appomattox the world grew dark to us. We felt as if
the sun had set in blood to rise no more. It was as if the
foundations of the earth were sinking beneath our feet.

I recall saying to Dr. Sparrow soon after my arrival

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in Staunton, "I feel as if I had nothing left to live for!"
- only to receive from the dear old man a tender but
well-deserved rebuke for such an unchristian sentiment.
In closing my narrative, I wish to put on record in
these pages that my regiment, the Second Virginia Cav
alry, under the command of that gallant gentleman,
Col. Gary Breckinridge, performed valiant service dur
ing the closing days of the great drama. It acted with
its accustomed gallantry, and more cannot be said.
General Munford did not consider that his cavalry
was included in the surrender of General Lee's army,
for reasons which it is not necessary here to explain.
Col. Gary Breckinridge gives the following account of
the course pursued by the Second Virginia Cavalry; he
says, " After leaving Appomattox Court House, we
made a detour to the right through woods and fields
and roads, over hills and valleys, bearing to the left.
After going perhaps a mile, were reached the Lynch-
burg road, at the top of a considerable hill, a few miles
west of Appomattox Court House. In making this
move there were some lively encounters with the Fed
eral Cavalry, more particularly on our left, where
General Rosser and W. H. F. Lee were fighting. . . .
Almost simultaneously with the arrival of the Second
Virginia Cavalry in the road, certainly the last to reach
it, as we neared the rear of the enemy, a small force
of their cavalry came charging up the road, and attacked
us in the rear. We wheeled about and a squadron or
two was ordered to charge them, which was done in
good style, the enemy retreating in the direction of
the Court House. Holding our position on the hill,
the enemy came our way the second time, and were
again driven back.

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"This was done handsomely by the First Maryland
Cavalry, under the following circumstances: When the
enemy, in full charge, was seen coming at them, not over
a hundred yards distant, Capt. W. J. Raisin, command
ing the first squadron and riding with Colonel Dorsey,
at the head of his regiment, remarked, ' Colonel, we
must charge them, it is the only chance,' and the
words had not left his lips when Dorsey, who had per
ceived the necessity, gave the command, 'Draw sabre!
Gallop! Charge!' And this little band of Mary-
landers hurled themselves against the heavy column
of the enemy and drove them back. This was the last
blow struck by the Army of Northern Virginia."

" This was the last action in which the Second Vir
ginia Cavalry had a part, and with the charge of the
First Maryland Cavalry may be said to have been the
last effort made by any portion of Lee's army in behalf
of the Southern cause."

General Munford held that as his command was
outside of the lines, he did not consider that he was
included in the terms of the surrender, and hence he felt
at liberty to withdraw his skirmishers, having already
gained the Lynchburg road. Accordingly, he marched
the regiment to Lynchburg and there it was disbanded,
on the very spot where it had been organized in 1861,
-disbanded " subject to reassemble for the contin
uance of the struggle." It had made for itself an hon
orable record; it left June 1, 1861, with 700 men upon
it rolls, and it is shown that 7 of its captains were killed
and 10 wounded; 10 of its lieutenants were killed and
22 wounded; 2 sergeants were killed; 1 adjutant killed;
138 men were killed; 362 wounded; 89 died in service;
75 were captured; making an aggregate accounted

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for 654. I may here mention that Lieut.-Col. Gary
Breckinridge received five sabre cuts in one engage
ment. Its blood was spilt from the first Manassas to
Appomattox. About ten days later General Munford
received a communication from the President of the
Confederate States, ordering him to join the army of
Gen. Joe Johnston, and there lies before me an order
dated Headquarters Munford's Cavalry Brigade, April
21, 1865, in which General Munford makes a stirring ap
peal to his soldiers to rally once more to his banner and
continue the struggle. This order concludes as follows:

"We have still a country, a flag, an army, and a govern
ment. Then to horse! A circular will be sent to each
of your officers, designating the time and place of assembly.
Hold yourselves in instant readiness, and bring all true
men with you from this command who will go, and let us
who struck the last blow, as a part of the Army of Northern
Virginia, strike the first with that victorious army which,
by the blessing of our gracious God, will yet come to redeem
her hallowed soil.

"Tnos. T. MUNFORD, Brigadier-general

" Commanding Division."

A few days after the issuance of this order General
Munford learned that Gen. Joe Johnston was negotiat
ing to surrender his army. This put an end to his
project, designated in the said general order. In the
meantime, however, it had reached Colonel Dorsey of
the First Maryland Cavalry and that officer immedi
ately rallied his command and was proceeding to join
General Munford, but he, on the 28th of April, wrote
Colonel Dorsey, informing him of General Johnston's
approaching surrender and of the abandonment of the
design.

CONCLUSION

SOME four or five years ago, while attending a
reunion of Confederate veterans at Nashville, I
made the acquaintance of Colonel - — , who told
me the following story.

At the outbreak of the war in 1861, he, then a very
young man and resident in Tennessee, went to his
father and said, " Father, I have thought over the issue
between the North and the South and have decided
that it is my duty to join the Southern Army." To
which his father, also a Tennesseean, replied, "All
right, my son, you must of course act as your conscience
dictates, but I must tell you that I also have earnestly
reflected on the situation and have decided that it is
my duty to join the Union Army." And so they parted
in all kindness, to serve in the opposing armies.

Now it happened that in one of the battles in the
southwest the father and the son, each in command
of a regiment, the one under the Stars and Stripes,
the other under the Stars and Bars, met in deadly
conflict, neither being aware of the identity of his
antagonist; and the son took the father prisoner, not
knowing it was his father. This was a remarkable
experience not often paralleled, but what was more
remarkable still was the statement made to me by
Colonel - - that the fact that he and his father
were fighting on opposite sides in that tremendous

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conflict made no difference in their feelings toward
each other. So absolutely did father and son respect
each other's conviction of duty that their mutual affec
tion remained unchanged.

In bringing to a close my fragmentary record of
experiences and observations as a Confederate soldier,
I would like to say that I hope nothing I have written
will seem inconsistent with the respect I feel for the
honest convictions of the brave men who fought against
the South, under the same constraint of duty as that
which actuated us in the opposite ranks. Good and
true men reached different conclusions in that supreme
issue presented in 1861. It was inevitable. As Mr.
Charles Francis Adams has said, "In case of direct
and insoluble issue between sovereign State and sover
eign Nation, every man was not only free to decide,
but had to decide the question of ultimate allegiance
for himself; and whichever way he decided he was
right/' Brave men respect each other. Men who
draw the sword for conscience' sake should, and will,
sooner or later, recognize the equal right of their antag
onists who are also in arms for conscience' sake.

This was finely expressed a quarter of a century ago
by a brave Union soldier, now a justice of the Supreme
Court.1

"We believed that it was most desirable that the
North should win; we believed in the principle that
the Union is indissoluble; but we equally believed that
those who stood against us held just as sacred convic
tions that were the opposite of ours, and we respected
them, as every man with a heart must respect those
who gave all for their belief."

1 Justice O. W. Holmes.

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But that same profound respect for the convic
tions which conscience enforces makes it impossible
for us who stood for the South in 1861 to profess any
repentance, or any regret, for the course we then took.
A man cannot repent of an act done in the fear of God
and under the behest of conscience. We did what we
believed in our hearts was right. We gave all for
our belief. We cannot regret obeying the most solemn
and sacred dictates of duty as we saw it.

We would not do aught to perpetuate the angry
passions of the Civil War, or to foster any feeling of
hostility to our fellow citizens of other parts of the
Union. But we must forevermore do honor to our
heroic dead. We must forevermore cherish the sacred
memories of those four terrible but glorious years of
unequal strife. We must forevermore consecrate in
our hearts our old battle flag of the Southern Cross
— not now as a political symbol, but as the conse
crated emblem of an heroic epoch. The people that
forgets its heroic dead is already dying at the heart,
and we believe we shall be truer and better citizens
of the United States if we are true to our past.

The Southern people have already shown the world
how the defeats of war may be turned into the victories
of peace. They have given mankind an example of
how a brave and proud race may sustain disaster, and
endure long years of humiliation, yet rise again to power
and glory.

I have said elsewhere two things of the Confederate
soldier which I wish to repeat here.

The first is that the supreme issue in his mind in
all that great struggle was not, as is generally supposed,
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280 A SOLDIER'S RECOLLECTIONS

the Union was not what the Confederate soldier had
chiefly at heart. Nor was the establishment of the
Southern Confederacy what he had chiefly at heart.
Both the one and the other were secondary to the
preservation of the supreme and sacred right of self-
government. They were means to the end, not the
end itself.

And the second thing I wish to say is that I do not
believe the valor and devotion of the armies of the
South were so lavishly poured out in vain. By their
all-sacrificing patriotism they arraigned before the
world the usurpation of powers and functions which
by the Constitution were reserved to the States — and
their arraignment has not been in vain. Silently, as
the years have rolled by since Appomattox, its accus
ing voice has been heard, and its protest has become
effective, until to-day the rights of the States — of
all the States — are recognized as inviolate by both
the executive, the legislative, and the judicial depart
ments of the Government. And therefore I hold that
just as surely as the enemies of the North saved the
Union from dissolution, so surely did the armies of the
South save the rights of the States within the Union.
So that, if it is due to the valor of the Northern Army
and Navy that we have to-day an indissoluble Union,
it is equally due to the valor of the Confederate soldiers
and sailors that that indissoluble Union is composed
of indestructible States.

Thus victor and vanquished will both be crowned
with the laurel of victory by the future historian.

I will add one other conviction which I deeply
cherish. The Confederate soldier has left a legacy of
valor and of liberty to his fellow countrymen, North

CONCLUSION 281

and South, which is destined to be recognized as a part
of the national inheritance.

A recent historian of "The Greatness and Decline of
Rome" 1 has remarked that the whole course of ancient
history proves the tenacity and depth of republican
ideas and traditions in the little Greek or Italian re
publics, and the difficulty of abolishing their liberties.
He tells us that the republicanism of ancient Rome
which the empire seemed to crush and destroy has still
been mighty in modern Europe. It has inspired Europe
to fight for her great ideals of liberty, without which
European history would have been a counterpart of
Oriental history, a continuous succession of despotisms,
rising one upon the ruins of another.

It is thus that I believe the heroic spirit of liberty
which animated the soldiers of the Confederacy, though
it seemed to be crushed and destroyed at Appomattox,
will in generations to come inspire Americans to fight
for the high ideals of freedom and self-government
which the men of the North and the men of the South
have alike inherited from their forefathers. It will
be recognized that the men who followed the battle
flags of the Confederacy at such cost of hardship and
trial and peril — exhibiting a devotion, a fortitude, a
valor, and a self-sacrifice never surpassed — were
animated by motives as pure and unselfish as ever
stirred the hearts and nerved the arms of patriots.
And so it will come to pass that the glorious valor and
steadfast devotion to liberty which characterized the
Confederate soldier will be acknowledged as a part of
the national inheritance, to be treasured and guarded
by every American who loves his country and values

1 Professor Ferrero.

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the traditions of her glory. The fact that he did not
succeed in his enterprise will abate no jot or tittle from
the honor paid to his memory; for I dare to believe
that the American of the future will recognize the
eternal truth that it is not success which ennobles,
but duty well done — manhood illustriously displayed,
whether in victory or defeat.

Thus the fame of the Confederate soldier will shine
with imperishable lustre:

"Immota manet, saecula vincit."

APPENDIX

A. ORATION AT NASHVILLE.

B. GEN. J. E. B. STUART IN THE GETTYSBURG CAMPAIGN

A REPLY TO COL. J. S. MOSBY.

THE MOTIVES AND AIMS

THE SOLDIERS OF THE SOUTH
IN THE CIVIL WAR

AN ORATION

DELIVERED BEFORE THE UNITED CONFEDERATE

VETERANS AT THEIR FOURTEENTH ANNUAL

REUNION AT NASHVILLE, TENN.

JUNE 14, 1904

BY
RANDOLPH HARRISON McKIM, D.D., LL.D., D.C.L.

RECTOR OF THE CHURCH OF THE EPIPHANY, WASHINGTON, D.G.

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ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED
BY ORDER OF THE UNITED CONFEDERATE VETERANS

THE REV. RANDOLPH H. Me KIM, D.D. 1904

ORATION

Ladies and Gentlemen, Comrades and Fellow-citizens:

It is with deep emotion that I rise to address you to-day.
When I look over this vast concourse of the brave men and
the noble women of the South — representing every one
of the eleven sovereign States once associated in the South
ern Confederacy — and when I look into the faces of the
veteran survivors of that incomparable army that fought
with such magnificent valor and constancy for four long years
under those tattered battle flags, now furled forever, I am
overwhelmed at once by the dignity and the difficulty of
the task assigned me. There is such a vast disproportion
between the powers which the occasion demands and those
which I possess, that I should not dare to essay the task but
for my confidence in your generosity and forbearance to
a speaker who at least can say: "I too loved the Lost Cause
and marched and fought under the banner of the Southern
Cross."

There are two unique features which must arrest the
attention of every observer of this scene to-day. The first
is the fact that all this pageantry, all this enthusiasm, is a
tribute to a lost cause. The second is the fact that we
assemble under the victorious banner to pay our reverend
homage to the conquered one.

A stranger coming into our midst and observing our pro
ceedings might suppose that we were met here to celebrate
the foundation of a State, or to acclaim the triumph of armies,
or to exult in the victory of a great cause. But no! Nine
and thirty years ago our new republic sank to rise no more;
our armies were defeated; our banner went down in blood!

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What then? Are we here to indulge in vain regrets, to lament
over our defeat, or to conspire for the reestablishment of
our fallen cause? No! The love and loyalty which we
give to the Lost Cause, and to the defeated banner, is a
demonstration of the deep hold that cause had upon the
hearts of the Southern people, and of the absolute sincerity
and the complete devotion with which they supported it;
but it is no evidence of unmanly and fruitless repining over
defeat, nor of any lurking disloyalty to the Union, in which
now, thank God, the Southern States have equal rights
and privileges with all the other States of our broad land.
We saw our banner go down, with breaking hearts. When
our idolized leader sheathed his sword at Appomattox the
world grew dark to us. We felt as if the sun had set in blood
to rise no more. It was as if the foundations of the earth
were sinking beneath our feet. But that same stainless
hero whom we had followed with unquestioning devotion
taught us not to despair. He told us it was the part of
brave men to accept defeat without repining. "Human
virtue," he said, "should be equal to human calamity."
He pointed upward to the star of duty, and bade us follow it
as bravely in peace as we had followed it in war. Hence
forth it should be our consecrated task, by the help of God,
to rebuild the fallen walls of our prosperity.

And so we accepted the result of the war in good faith.
We abide the arbitrament of the sword. We subscribe as
sincerely as the men who fought against us to the senti
ment: "One Flag, one Country, one Constitution, one
Destiny." This is now for us an indissoluble Union of inde
structible States. We are loyal to that starry banner. We
remember that it was baptized with Southern blood when
our forefathers first unfurled it to the breeze. We remember
that it was a Southern poet, Francis Scott Key, who immor
talized it in the "Star Spangled Banner." We remember
that it was the genius of a Southern soldier and statesman,
George Washington, that finally established it in triumph.

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Southern blood has again flowed in its defence in the Spanish
war, and should occasion require, we pledge our lives and
our sacred honor to defend it against foreign aggression, as
bravely as will the descendants of the Puritans. And yet,
to-day, while that banner of the Union floats over us, we
bring the offering of our love and loyalty to the memory of
the flag of the Southern Confederacy! Strange as it may
seem to one who does not understand our people; incon
sistent and incomprehensible as it may appear; we salute
yonder flag — the banner of the Stars and Stripes — as the
symbol of our reunited country, at the same moment that
we come together to do homage to the memory of the Stars
and Bars. There is in our hearts a double loyalty to-day;
a loyalty to the present, and a loyalty to the dear, dead
past. We still love our old battle flag with the Southern
cross upon its fiery folds! We have wrapped it round our
hearts! We have enshrined it in the sacred ark of our
love; and we will honor it and cherish it evermore, — not
now as a political symbol, but as the consecrated emblem
of an heroic epoch; as the sacred memento of a day that
is dead; as the embodiment of memories that will be tender
and holy as long as life shall last.

Let not our fellow-countrymen of the North mistake the
spirit of this great occasion. If Daniel Webster could say
that the Bunker Hill monument was not erected "to per
petuate hostility to Great Britain," much more can we
say that the monuments we have erected, and will yet
erect, in our Southland, to the memory of our dead heroes,
are not intended to perpetuate the angry passions of the
Civil War, or to foster or keep alive any feeling of hostility
to our brethren of other parts of the Union. No; but these
monuments are erected, and these great assemblages of our
surviving veterans are held, in simple loyalty to the best
and purest dictates of the human heart. The people that
forgets its heroic dead is already dying at the heart; and we
believe it will make for the strength and the glory of the

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United States if the sentiments that animate us to-day
shall be perpetuated, generation after generation. Yes,
we honor, and we bid our children honor, the loyalty to
duty — to conscience — to fatherland — that inspired the
men of '61, and it is our prayer and our hope that, as the years
and the generations pass, the rising and the setting sun, the
moon and the stars, winter and summer, spring and autumn,
will see the people of the South loyal to the memories of those
four terrible but glorious years of strife; loyally worshipping
at the shrine of the splendid manhood of our heroic citizen
soldiers, and the even more splendid womanhood, whose
fortitude and whose endurance have challenged the admira
tion of the world. Then, when the united republic, in years
to come, shall call, "To arms!" our children, and our chil
dren's children, will rally to the call, and, emulating the
fidelity and the supreme devotion of the soldiers of the Con
federacy, will gird the Stars and Stripes with an impene
trable rampart of steel.

But it is not the dead alone whom we honor here to-day.
We hail the presence of the survivors of that tremendous
conflict. Veterans of more than forty years! you have
come from all over the South — from the Patapsco and the
Potomac, the James and the Rappahannock, the Cumber
land and the Tennessee, the Mississippi and the Rio Grande
— from the sea-shore — from the Gulf — from the Blue
Ridge and the Alleghanies, and some of you even from the
shores of the Pacific Ocean — to pay your tribute to the dead
cause and the dead heroes who laid down their lives for it.
May I, on behalf of this great assembly — on behalf of the
whole South — offer you a tribute of respect and venera
tion to-day? We hail you as the honored survivors of a
great epoch and a glorious struggle. We welcome you as
the men whom, above all others, the South delights to
honor.

It is indeed a matter of course that we, your comrades
and your fellow Southrons, should honor you. But we are

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not alone. Your brave antagonists of the Northern
begin at last to recognize the purity of your motives, as they
have always recognized the splendor of your valor. The
dispassionate historian, even though his sympathy is given
to the North, no longer denies the sincerity of your belief
in the sacredness of your cause. The world itself confesses
the honesty of your purpose, and the glory of your gallant
struggle against superior numbers and resources. Most
of you that survive have no insignia of rank, no title of dis
tinction. You were private soldiers, — but I see round your
brows the aureole of a soldier's glory. You are transfigured
by the battles you have fought : Nashville, Franklin, Perry-
ville, Murfreesboro, Shiloh, Chickamauga, in the West;
and Manassas, Seven Pines, Mechanicsville, Sharpsburg,
Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, the Wilder
ness, and Cold Harbor, in the East.

But you have done more than bare your breast to the
foeman's steel. You have shown to the world how the
defeats of war may be turned into the victories of peace.
You have taught mankind how a proud race may sustain
disaster and yet survive and win the applause of the world.
In those terrible years of Reconstruction — how much more
bitter than the four years of war ! — you splendidly ex
emplified the sentiment,

"Mergas prof undo, pulchrior exilit!"

Out of the depths of the bitter flood of Reconstruction the
South emerged, through your fortitude, through your
patience, through your courage, more beautiful than ever.
For all this your people honor you in your old age. They
cherish the memory of your deeds, and will hand it down a
priceless heirloom to their children's children. You are not
pensioners on the bounty of the Union, thank God! Your
manhood is not sapped by eating the bread of dependence.
You have faced poverty as bravely as you faced the cannon's
mouth, and so I salute you as the aristocracy of the South!

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Your deeds have carved for you a place in the temple of her
fame. They will not be forgotten — the world will not for
get them. Your campaigns are studied to-day in the mili
tary schools of Europe; yes, and at West Point, itself.

But, alas! your ranks are thinned. Each year the artil
lery of the great destroyer of human life mows down hundreds
of the men in gray. One after another of our great captains
has said "Adsum," as the angel of God has called the roll
beyond the river. Since you last met, two of those illustri
ous leaders have passed from our sight — Longstreet, the
brave, and (Cordon, the superb — Gordon, whose white
plume, like the plume of Henry of Navarre, was ever in the
forefront of the charging line — Gordon, of whom we may
say — and what could be higheT~pfaise? — that he was
worthy to be the lieutenant of Lee, and the successor of
Stonewall Jackson in the confidence and affection of the
Army of Northern Virginia — Gordon, who, at Appomattox,
taught us not to lose faith in God, and for a quarter of a
century before his death taught us to have faith in our fellow-
citizens of the North. As we think of those superb leaders,
now gone from our gaze, we are tempted to say: Alas! the~
stars by which we have guided our course have set, one by
one, beneath the horizon. But no! Let us rather say that
death has only placed them higher in the firmament, as
fixed stars, whose deathless light shall never fail us in the
generations to come. Dead? Are these our heroes dead?
No, they yet live as live the heroes of old; as Leonidas lives
in the firmament of patriotism ; as Shakespeare lives in the
firmament of intellect; as Newton and Bacon live in the realm
of science; as Jefferson and Madison and Marshall live in
the realm of statesmanship; as Washington lives in the
realm of pure and steadfast love of liberty. Veterans,
when I say this I am not giving utterance to the partial
and prejudiced view of a Southern soldier; I am but echo
ing the judgment of the world.

The ablest military critic in the British army in this gen-

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eration has placed Lee and Stonewall Jackson in the same
group with Washington and Wellington and Marlborough,
the five greatest generals, in his opinion, of the English-
speaking race; and the President of the United States, Mr.
Roosevelt, has said in his "Life of Thomas H. Benton": "The
world has never seen better soldiers than those who followed
Lee; and their leader will undoubtedly rank, as without
any exception, the very greatest of all the great captains
that the English-speaking peoples have brought forth; and
this, although the last and chief of his antagonists, may him
self claim to stand as the full equal of Wellington and Marl-
borough." As to the rank and file, General Hooker of the
Union Army has said that "for steadiness and efficiency "
Lee's army was unsurpassed in ancient or modern times,
— "We have not been able to rival it." And Gen. Chas.
A. Whittier of Massachusetts has said, "The Army of North
ern Virginia will deservedly rank as the best army which
has existed in this continent, suffering privations unknown
to its opponent. The North sent no such army to the field."
It is, then, not the extravagance of hyperbole, but the
sober utterance of truth, to say that these heroic leaders
and the heroic men who followed them — sublime in their
devotion to duty; magnificently unregardful of the possi
bility of waging successful war against such vast odds of num
bers and resources — have raised a monument more lasting
than brass or marble; higher and grander than the great
pyramid of Egypt; more splendid than the tomb of Napo
leon at the Hotel des Invalides; more sublime than West
minster Abbey itself — a monument which will rivet the
gaze of generations yet unborn — a monument at whose feet
mankind will bow in reverence so long as freedom survives
on earth. It is a shaft not made with hands — a spiritual
obelisk — on which all men will read: "Sacred to the memory
of men who laid down their lives, their fortunes, and their
sacred honor in loyal obedience to the call of duty as they
understood it."

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Comrades, standing here at the foot of that unseen column,
reared by the valor and the virtue of the citizen soldiers
of the Armies of the South, I feel that a duty is laid upon
me, which I may not refuse to perform. From the hills and
valleys of more than a thousand battle fields, where sleep
the silent battalions in gray, there rises to my ear a solemn
voice of command which I dare not disobey. It bids me
vindicate to the men of this generation the course which the
men of the South followed in the crisis of 1861. It is not
enough that their valor is recognized. It is not enough that
their honesty is confessed. We ask of our Northern breth
ren — we ask of the world — a recognition of their patriot
ism and their love of liberty. We cannot be silent as long
as any aspersion is cast by the pen of the historian, or by
the tongue of the orator, upon their patriotic motives, or
upon the loftiness of the object they had in view through
all that tremendous conflict. We make no half-hearted
apology for their act. It is justice for which we plead, not
charity.

The view of the origin and character of the course of
action followed by the Southern States in 1861, which has
so widely impressed itself upon the popular mind, may be
summed up in four propositions. First, that the Secession
of the cotton States was the result of a conspiracy on the
part of a few of their leaders, and that it was not the genuine
expression of the mind of the people. Second, that the act
whereby the Southern States withdrew from the Union was
an act of disloyalty to the Constitution, and of treason to
the United States government. Third, that the people of
the South were not attached to the Union and were eager
to seize upon an excuse for its dissolution. Fourth, that
the South plunged into a desperate war for the purpose of
perpetuating slavery, and made that institution the corner
stone of the new confederacy which it sought to establish.

I propose briefly to examine these propositions, and shall
endeavor to show that every one of them, when scrutinized

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under the impartial light of history, must be pronounced
essentially erroneous. Believing that they are erroneous
and that they do grave injustice to the memory and the
motives of the men of the South in that great crisis, it becomes
a sacred duty to expose the unsubstantial foundation upon
which these opinions rest, lest our children and our children's
children should misread and misunderstand the acts of their
fathers.

1. I need not spend much time upon the first of these
propositions. The evidence at the disposal of the historian
is conclusive that the action taken by the cotton States in
withdrawing from the Union had the support of an over
whelming majority of the people of those States. There
was no conspiracy. The people were in advance of their
leaders. The most recent, and perhaps the ablest, of the
Northern historians, acknowledges this, and says that had
not Davis, Toombs, and Benjamin led in Secession, the
people would have chosen other leaders. The number of
unconditional Union men in the seven States that first
seceded, he declares, was insignificant, and he makes the
remarkable admission that "had the North thoroughly
understood the problem, had it known that the people of
the cotton States were practically unanimous and that
the action of Virginia, North Carolina, and Tennessee was
backed by a large and genuine majority, it might have
refused to undertake the seemingly unachievable task." l
There can be no question, then, that the impartial historian
of the future will recognize that, whether right or wrong,
the establishment of the Southern Confederacy was the
result of a popular movement — was the act, not of a band of
conspirators, but of the whole people, with a unanimity
never surpassed in the history of revolutions.

2. I come now to the question whether the act of the
Southern States in withdrawing from the Union was an act

1 Rhodes' History of the United States, Vol. Ill, p. 404.

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)f disloyalty to the Constitution and of treason to the gov
ernment of the United States. This once burning question
may now be discussed without heat. It is no longer a prac
tical, but a thoroughly academic, question. The right of
Secession, if it ever existed, exists no longer. The Four
teenth Amendment to the Constitution has changed the
character of our political fabric. When we surrendered
at Appomattox, the right of Secession was surrendered
forever.

But when we say that right does not exist to-day, we do
not acknowledge that it did not exist in 1861. On the con
trary, we maintain that it did exist, and that those who
maintained its existence had upon their side, logically and
historically, the overwhelming weight of evidence. Our
late antagonists, who are now our brethren and our fellow-
citizens, cannot be expected to agree with us in this propo
sition, but we put it to their candor and their sense of
justice to say whether the South had not as good a right to
her opinion of the meaning of the Constitution as the North
had to hers. There were in 1860 two interpretations of that
instrument, there were two views of the nature of the gov
ernment which was established. On what principle and by
what authority can it be claimed that the view taken by the
South was certainly wrong, and that the view taken by the
North was certainly right? Or, waiving the question which
view was really right, we ask our Northern friends to tell
us why the South was not justified in following that inter
pretation which she believed to be the true one? She
had helped to build — nay, she was the chief builder of —
the fabric of the Constitution. A Massachusetts historian l
has said that, of the five great men who molded the nation,
four were men of the South — Washington, Jefferson, Mad
ison, and Marshall; and though these great men differed in
political opinion, yet three, at least, Washington, Jefferson,

1 Mr. John Fiske.

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and Madison, are on record as declaring that the Consti
tution was a compact between the States, and that those
thirteen States were thirteen independent sovereignties.1

1 Even Marshall might be appealed to in support of that view; for
in the debate on the adoption of the Constitution he used the follow
ing language: "Can they [the Congress] go beyond the delegated powers?
If they were to make a law not warranted by any of the powers enu
merated, it would be considered by the judges [of the Supreme Court]
as an infringement of the Constitution which they are to guard. . . .
They would declare it void." — Magruder's "Life of Marshall," p. 82.

Whatever he may have thought of the nature of the government
at a later period, he here stands forth as an advocate of that view
which confines the government to the exercise of such powers as are
distinctly "enumerated." He was then (1788) in his thirty-third
year.

In the same debate, referring to Virginia's right to resume "her
powers, if abused," he said, "it is a maxim that those who give may
take away. It is the people that give power, and can take it back.
Who shall restrain them? They are the masters who give it." (Elli
ott's "Debates," III, p. 227, quoted in "The Republic of Republics,"
p. 109.) Words could not more plainly avow the right of the people
of a State to resume the powers delegated to the General Government.

As to Mr. Madison's opinion, it is enough to quote his declaration
that in adopting the Constitution they were making "a government
of a federal nature, consisting of many co-equal sovereignties."

As to Washington's views, when he said of the proposed Union under
the Constitution, "Is it best for the States to unite?" he clearly recog
nized that it was the people of each State who were to form the Union.
The United States would be, when formed, the creature of the States.
He often speaks of the accession of the individual States to the proposed
government, which he calls "the New Confederacy." (Letter to Gen
eral Pinckney, June 28, 1788.)

This new Union was in his eyes "a compact." In a letter to Madi
son, August 3, 1788, he uses this language: "Till the States begin to act
under the new compact." (See on this "The Republic of Republics,"
pp. 222-230.)

In the letter written by Washington, by order of the Convention,
to accompany the copy of the proposed Constitution sent to each State,
the following passage occurs:

"It is obviously impracticable in the Federal Government of these
States to secure all rights of independent sovereignty to each, and yet
provide for the interest and safety of all." This certainly implies

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Let the young men of the New South remember the part
the Old South took in the planting and training of Anglo-
Saxon civilization on these western shores.

Our New England brethren have been so diligent in
exploiting the voyage of the Mayflower, and the landing of
the Pilgrims, and their services to morality and civilization
and liberty in the new world, that they seem to have per
suaded themselves, and would fain persuade the world,
that American liberty is a plant chiefly of New England
growth, and that America owes its ideas of political inde
pendence and representative government, and its reverence
for conscience, to the sturdy settlers of our northeastern
coasts. Her orators and her poets, year after year, on Fore
fathers' Day, not only glorify — as is meet — the deeds of
their ancestors, but seem to put forward the claim, in amaz
ing forgetfulness of history, that it is to New England that
the great republic of the West owes the genesis of its free
institutions, the inspirations of its love of civil and religious
liberty, and its high ideals of character.1

It is then not amiss to remind the Southern men of this
generation that thirteen years before the Mayflower landed
her pilgrims at Plymouth Rock, three English ships, the
Susan Constant, the Godspeed, and the Discovery, came to
anchor in the James River, Virginia; and that the vine of
English civilization and English liberty was first planted,
not on Plymouth Rock, in 1620, but at Jamestown Island,
Virginia, on the 13th of May, 1607. What Webster so nobly
said of the Mayflower may be as truly said of these three
ships that bore the first Virginia colony. "The stars that
guided them were the unobscured constellations of civil and
religious liberty. Their decks were the altars of the living

that each State entering the Union was an independent sovereign,
which surrendered some of its rights for the good of all.

1 Rev. Dr. Coyle in a recent sermon before the Presbyterian Gen
eral Assembly refers to "the Puritan Conscience which put rock founda
tions under this Republic."

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God." Let me also recall the fact that on July 30, 1619,
eighteen months before the Pilgrims set foot on American
soil, the vine of liberty had so deeply taken root in the
colony of Virginia that there was assembled in the church
at Jamestown a free representative body (the first on
American soil) — the House of Burgesses — to deliberate
for the welfare of the people. There also, more than a cen
tury before the Revolution, when Oliver Cromwell's fleet
appeared to whip the rebellious Old Dominion into obedi
ence, Virginia demanded and obtained recognition of the
principle "No taxation without representation"] and there,
in 1676, just one hundred years before the revolt of the
Colonies, that remarkable man, Nathaniel Bacon, " soldier,
orator, leader," raised the standard of revolt against the
oppressions of the British Crown.

But this is not all. That spot on Jamestown Island,
marked to-day by a ruined, ivy-clad, church tower and a
group of moss-covered tombstones, is the sacred ground
whence sprang that stream of genius and power which con
tributed most to the achievement of American independence,
and to the organization of American liberty. That first
colony, planted in tidewater Virginia, was, in the revolu
tionary period, prolific in men of genius and force and in
tense devotion to liberty never perhaps equalled, in modern
times, in any region of equal size and of so small a popula
tion. This is acknowledged by careful and candid histo
rians to-day, among whom I may mention Senator Lodge, of
Massachusetts. It was a Southern orator, Patrick Henry,
who gave to the colonists in his matchless eloquence the slo
gan, "Give me liberty or give me death!" It was a South
erner, Richard Henry Lee, who brought forward in the first
Congress the motion that "these colonies are, and by right
ought to be, free and independent states." It was a South
erner, Thomas Jefferson, who drafted the immortal Declara
tion of Independence ! It was a Southerner, George Mason,
who had earlier drawn the Virginia Bill of Rights, a docu-

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ment of even profounder political statesmanship, and which
was taken by Massachusetts as the model of her own bill
of rights! It was a Southerner, George Washington, who
made good the Declaration of Independence by his sword
after seven years of war! It was a Southerner, James Mad
ison, who earned the title " Father of the Constitution"!
It was a Southerner, John Marshall, who became its most
illustrious interpreter !

I ask, then, in view of all this, whether the South was not
justified in believing that the views of constitutional inter
pretation which she had inherited from such a political an
cestry were not the true views? Let our Northern friends
answer, in all candor, whether the South, with such an hered
ity as this, with such glorious memories of achievement,
with such splendid traditions of the part her philosophers
and statesmen and soldiers had taken, both in the winning
of independence, and in the building of the temple of the
Constitution, had not good reason for saying, "We will
follow that interpretation of the Constitution, which we
received from our fathers — from Jefferson and Madison
and Washington — rather than that which can claim no
older, or greater, names than those of Story and Webster."
For be it remembered that for forty years after the adoption
of the Constitution, there was approximate unanimity in
its interpretation upon the great issue on which the South
took her stand in 1861. In truth Webster and Story apos
tatized from the New England interpretation of the Con
stitution. It is an historical fact that the Constitution was
regarded as a compact between the States for a long period
(not less than forty years after its adoption) by the leaders
of opinion in the New England States. Moreover, in the
same quarter, the sovereignty of the States was broadly
affirmed; and also the right of the States to resume, if need
be, the powers granted under the Constitution.1

Samuel Adams objected to the preamble to the Constitution.
"I stumble at the threshold," he said; "I meet a National Government

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These statements will no doubt be received by many with
surprise, possibly with incredulity. Permit me then briefly
to justify them by the unquestionable facts of history. The
impartial historian of the future will recall the fact that
the first threat of Secession did not come from the men of the
South, but from the men of New England. Four times
before the Secession of South Carolina, the threat of Seces
sion was heard in the North — in 1802-03, in 1811-12,
in 1814, and in 1844-45. The first time it came from
Col. Timothy Pickering, of Massachusetts, a friend of Wash
ington and a member of his Cabinet; the second time from
Josiah Quincy, another distinguished citizen of Massachu
setts; the third time from the Hartford Convention, in which
five States were represented; the fourth time from the Legis
lature of Massachusetts.1

instead of a federal Union of sovereign States." To overcome this,
Governor Hancock brought in the Tenth Amendment as to the reserva
tion to the States of all powers not expressly delegated to the General
Government.

The Websterian dogmas had then no advocates in New England.
Hancock, Adams, Parsons, Bowdoin, Ames, were all for State sover
eignty.

1 The statement in the text might be made even stronger, as the
following facts will show:

January 14, 1811, Josiah Quincy, of Massachusetts, in the debate
on the admission of Louisiana, declared his " deliberate opinion that,
if the bill passes, the bonds of the Union are virtually dissolved; . . .
that as it will be the right of all [the Statesl, so it will be the duty of
some to prepare definitely for a separation — amicably, if they can,
violently, if they must."

In 1812 "pulpit, press, and rostrum" of New England advocated
Secession. In 1839 ex-President John Quincy Adams urged publicly
that it would be better for the States to "part in friendship from each
other than to be held together by constraint," and declared that "the
people of each State have the right to secede from the confederated
Union." In 1842 Mr. Adams presented a petition to Congress, from
a town in Massachusetts, praying that it would "immediately adopt
measures peaceably to dissolve the Union of these States." In 1844,
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And what were the occasions calling forth these declara
tions of the purpose of dissolving the Union? The first
was the acquisition of Louisiana; the second was the pro
posed admission of Louisiana as a State into the Union;
the third was dissatisfaction occasioned by the war with
Great Britain; the fourth was the proposed annexation of
Texas. These measures were all believed by the New Eng
land States to be adverse to their interests. The addition
of the new States would, it was thought, destroy the equilib
rium of power, and give the South a preponderance; and
therefore these stalwart voices were raised declaring that
there was in the last resort a remedy, and that was the dis
solution of the Union. This was the language held by the
legislature of the leading New England State in 1844:

"The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, faithful to the compact
between the people of the United States, according to the plain
meaning and intent in which it was understood by them, is sincerely
anxious for its preservation, but it is determined, as it doubts not
the other States are, to submit to undelegated powers in no body
of men on earth."

This stalwart utterance of the great State of Massachu
setts expresses exactly the attitude of the seceding States
in 1861. They believed that "the compact between the
people of the United States" had been violated, and that
they could no longer enjoy equal rights within the Union, and
therefore they refused to submit to the exercise of "undele
gated powers" on the part of the National Government.

Thus the North and the South, at these different epochs,

of Secession and threatened to secede if Texas was admitted to the
Union.

Alexander Hamilton threatened Jefferson with the Secession of New
England "unless the debts of the States were assumed by the General
Government." February 1, 1850, Mr. Hale offered in the Senate a
petition and resolutions, asking that body to devise, "without delay
some plan for the immediate peaceful dissolution of the American
Union." And Chase and Seward voted for its reception. (See " Oration
of Mr. Leigh Robinson, December 13, 1892," p. 32.)

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held the same view of the right of withdrawal from the
Union. When New England became alarmed lest the South
should gain a preponderance of power in the Union, she
declared, through the potent voice of the Legislature of
Massachusetts, that she would dissolve the Union rather
than submit to the exercise, by the government, of undele-
gated powers.

The South held with great unanimity to the doctrine of
State Sovereignty, and that that sovereignty was inviolable
by the General Government. She had good right and rea
son to believe it, for it had been the faith of her greatest
statesmen from the very foundation of the republic. Mr.
Madison, the Father of the Constitution, held to that faith;
and when Patrick Henry opposed the adoption of the Con
stitution upon the ground that the words, "we, the people/'
seemed to imply a " consolidated government" and not "a
compact between States," he replied that it was not "we, the
people," as composing one great body, but "the people as
composing thirteen sovereignties." l

In fact, the original language of the preamble was: "We,
the people of the States of New Hampshire, Massachusetts,
Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Penn
sylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina,
South Carolina, and Georgia, do ordain, declare, and estab
lish the following Constitution." This preamble was passed
unanimously; nor was there any change of opinion upon this
point, but when it was seen that unanimous ratification by
all the States could not be expected, it was decided that
the consent of nine States should be sufficient to establish
the new Confederacy, and as it could not be known before
hand which nine of the thirteen would ratify the instrument,
the names of the States had to be omitted from the preamble.
Mr. Madison further says: "Each State, in ratifying the
Constitution, is considered as a sovereign body, independ-

1 Elliott's " Debates," Ed. 1836, Vol. Ill, pp. 114, 115.

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ent of all others, and only to be bound by its own voluntary
act." l

Daniel Webster, in his great speech in reply to Mr. Hayne,
in 1830, and again, in 1833, in his reply to Calhoun, argued
that the Constitution was not a " compact," not a " confed
eracy," and that the acts of ratification were not "acts of
accession." These terms, he said, would imply the right of
Secession, but they were terms unknown to the fathers; they
formed a "new vocabulary," invented to uphold the theory
of State Sovereignty.

But in fact all these terms were in familiar use in the great
debates on the formation of the Constitution. In 1787
Mr. Gerry, of Massachusetts, speaking in the Constitutional
Convention, said: "If nine out of thirteen States can dissolve
the compact (he was speaking of the Articles of Confedera
tion) six out of nine will be just as able to dissolve the new
one hereafter." Gouverneur Morris, of Pennsylvania, in the
same debates, repeatedly described the Constitution as a
compact. Alexander Hamilton speaks of the new govern
ment as "a confederate republic " a "confederacy," and calls
the Constitution a "compact." General Washington writes
of the Constitution as a compact, and repeatedly uses the
terms "accede" and "accession," and once the term "seces
sion." If any further proof were needed, it is furnished by
the form in which both Massachusetts and New Hampshire
ratified the Constitution. Both of these States, in their
acts of ratification, refer to that instrument as "an explicit
and solemn compact"

The proof, then, is overwhelming that the fathers and the
conventions of the States used those very terms which Mr.
Webster declared in 1830 and 1833 implied the right of
Secession, and which he had himself used in 1819, and used
again in 1850 and 1851. As to the independent sovereignty
of the States, it was certainly held by the Federalists as well

1 Federalist, No. XXXIX.

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as by their opponents.1 Thus Alexander Hamilton defends
the constitutional exemption of the States from suit in the
courts, on the ground that it was "one of the attributes of
sovereignty," "enjoyed by the government of every State
in the Union." Elsewhere he speaks of the States of the
Union as "thirteen independent States." Benjamin Frank
lin, Gouverneur Morris, and Roger Sherman held similar
language. And John Marshall, afterward Chief Justice,
denying that a State can be called to the bar of a Federal
Court, said: "Is it rational to suppose that the sovereign
power shall be dragged before a court?" 2

As to the right of dissolving the compact, as a last resort,
in defence of its rights by any State, let our children and
our children's children never forget that it was a right fre
quently asserted in the earliest period of our constitutional
history.3 Thus the people of Virginia, in their act of rati
fication, "declare and make known that the powers granted
under the Constitution, being derived from the people of
the United States, may be resumed by them, whensoever
the same shall be perverted to their injury or oppression,"

1 Charles Francis Adams in his Phi Beta Kappa Oration, 1902,
said, "It does not lie in the mouths of the descendants of the New Eng
land Federalists of the first two decennials of the nineteenth century
to 'invoke the avenging pen of history' to record an adverse verdict
in the case of any son of Virginia who threw in his lot with his State in
1861." (Page 34.)

Governor Randolph of Virginia, in the Virginia Ratifying Conven
tion, urged that the rights of the States were safeguarded in the Con
stitution, and added, "If you say that notwithstanding the most
express restrictions, they [the government] may sacrifice the right of
the States, then you establish another doctrine — that the creature
can destroy the creator, which is the most absurd and ridiculous of all
doctrines." (Elliott's "Debates," Vol. Ill, p. 363.) (See "The Re
public of Republics," (p. 396.)

John Dickinson and Ellsworth speak in the same strain of the inde
pendent sovereignty of the States.

'Elliott's "Debates," Vol. Ill, p. 503.

'Elliott's "Debates," Vol. I, pp. 360, 361, 369.

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and New York and Rhode Island went even farther and
declared "that the powers of government may be reassumed
by the people whenever it shall become necessary to their
happiness." l Thus the right of Secession was solemnly
asserted in the very acts by which these States ratified the
Constitution. That assertion was part of the ratification.
The ratification was conditioned by it. And the acceptance
of the States as members of the Union carried with it the
acceptance of the condition and the recognition of the right
of Secession.

Mr. Webster, in his maturer years, in fact in the very
last year of his illustrious life, distinctly recognized the right
of Secession. In his speech at Capon Springs, Va., in 1851,
he said:

"If the South were to violate any part of the Constitution
intentionally and systematically, and persist in so doing,
year after year, and no remedy could be had, would the
North be any longer bound by the rest of it? And if the
North were deliberately, habitually, and of fixed purpose,
to disregard one part of it, would the South be bound any
longer to observe its other obligations? ... I have not
hesitated to say, and I repeat, that if the Northern States
refuse, wilfully and deliberately, to carry into effect that
part of the Constitution which respects the restoration of
fugitive slaves, and Congress provide no remedy, the South
would no longer be bound to observe the compact. A bar
gain cannot be broken on one side, and still bind the other
side." 2

Looking back then to-day, my comrades, over the four and

1 In 1898, Mr. Madison, in a report to the Virginia Legislature,
said:

"The States, being the parties to the constitutional compact,
and in their sovereign capacity, it follows of necessity that there can be
no tribunal above their authority to decide in the last resort whether
the compact made by them be violated."

2Curtis's "Life of Webster," Vol. II, pp. 518, 519.

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forty years which separate us from the acts of Secession
passed by the Southern States, we say to the men of this
generation, and to those who will come after us, that the
opprobrium heaped upon those who then asserted the right
of Secession is undeserved. That right had not been then
authoritatively denied. On the contrary, it had been again
and again asserted North and South by eminent statesmen
for nearly sixty years after the formation of the Union.
Those who held it had as good right to their opinion as those
who denied it. The weight of argument was overwhelmingly
in their favor. So clear was this, that the United States
government wisely decided, after the fall of the Confed
eracy, that it was not prudent to put Jefferson Davis upon
his trial for treason. Let it be remembered that the forma
tion of the United States, in 1788, was accomplished by nine
of the States seceding from the Confederacy which had
existed for eleven years, and which had bound the States
entering into it to "a perpetual Union." Thus the Union
itself was the child of Secession!

These arguments appeared to us convincing then. They
are no less convincing to-day. They may not appear so
to some of our friends in the North; but we appeal to them
in all candor, and I do not believe our appeal will be in vain,
to say whether the South, believing as she did, was not jus
tified in the forum of conscience in doing what she did. The
eminent Northern historian, to whom allusion has already
been made, acknowledges that "a large majority of the
people in the South believed in the constitutional right of
Secession/' and as a consequence that the war on the part
of the National Government " seemed to them a war of
subjugation." 1 Again he says it was "in their eyes a fight
for their property and their liberty against spoliation and
conquest." But if so, was not their resistance justified?
Is it not the act of patriotism to resist spoliation and con-

1 Rhodes' History of the United States, Vol. Ill, pp. 400, 401.

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quest, and were not those dead heroes of ours, whose conse
crated memories we honor to-day, patriots in the noblest
sense of the word? Upon every recurring Fourth of July
for eighty-five years the Southern men had been reminded,
by the reading of the Declaration of Independence, that
" governments derive their just powers from the consent
of the governed." Is it surprising, then, that when the
people of the South, en masse, deliberately refused their con
sent to the government of the United States, they should
have felt themselves justified in what they did by the prin
ciples of the Declaration of Independence? Our argument
for the independent sovereignty of the States may not appear
conclusive to many of our Northern friends, but at least
they cannot deny to the men of '61 the same right of revo
lution that their patriot sires and ours asserted in 1776.
But, if so, then we claim the assent even of those who most
stoutly deny the right of Secession, to the assertion that the
armies of the South were composed, not of traitors, but of
patriots. They will, they must, agree with us, that no man
can be a traitor if his heart is pure and his motives patriotic.

There was a time, during those dark years of Reconstruc
tion, when public opinion in the North demanded that we
who had fought under the Southern flag should prove the
sincerity of our acceptance of the results of the war by
acknowledging the unrighteousness of our cause, and by
confessing contrition for our deeds.

But could we acknowledge our cause to be unrighteous
when we still believed it just? Could we repent of an act
done in obedience to the dictates of conscience? The men
of the North may claim that our judgment was at fault;
that our action was not justified by reason; that the fears
that goaded us to withdraw from the Union were not well
grounded; but, so long as it is admitted that we followed
duty as we understood it, they cannot ask us to repent. A
man can only repent, I repeat, of what he is ashamed, and it
will not be claimed that we should be ashamed of obeying

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the dictates of conscience, in the face of hardship and danger
and death.

That able and honest, though biassed, historian to whom
I have just referred, speaking of Robert E. Lee, confesses
that "censure's voice upon the action of such a noble soul
is hushed," and he declares that the time will come when the
whole American people will "recognize in him one of the
finest products of American life, for surely as the years go
on we shall see that such a life can be judged by no partisan
measure, and we shall come to look upon him as the English
of our day regard Washington, whom little more than a
century ago they delighted to call a rebel." l Most true a
testimony, but, my comrades, what is here so nobly acknowl
edged of our glorious chieftain, must be seen to be true also
of the gallant men who followed him; and we feel sure that
the time is coming, if it has not already come, when it will
be recognized all over the land of which that starry flag is
the emblem, that the soldiers who fought under those tat
tered battle flags of the Southern Cross were animated by
as pure a patriotism and as high a devotion to liberty as any
men who ever fought, on any field, in any age of the world.
That acknowledgment indeed has already been made, and
made nearly a generation ago, by two of the most gallant
sons of New England who were our foemen in the great
strife — I mean General Francis Bartlett and Captain Oliver
Wendell Holmes of Massachusetts. Captain Holmes now
occupies a seat upon the Supreme Bench of the United
States. Let me ask you to listen to the generous words
which he uttered nearly a quarter of a century ago:

"We believed that it was most desirable that the North
should win; we believed in the principle that the Union is
indissoluble, but we equally believed that those who stood
against us held just as sacred convictions that were the
opposite of ours, and we respected them as every man

1 Rhodes, 76., p. 413.

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with a heart must respect those who give all for their
.belief."1

All honor to the valiant soldier and accomplished scholar
who uttered those words! All honor, too, to another noble
son of New England, Charles Francis Adams, who has more
recently declared, recognizing the same principle, that both
the North and the South were right in the great struggle of
the Civil War, because each believed itself right.2

3. I come now to the third proposition which I engaged
to consider. It is said, and widely believed, that the people
of the South were not attached to the Union and were eager
to seize upon an excuse for its dissolution. Even if it were
conceded that the South had the right of Secession, or at
any rate the right of revolution, we are told that if she loved
the Union as she ought to have loved it, she would not have
exercised that right.

In considering this assertion it will be necessary to dis
tinguish in our reply between the States that first seceded
and the border States of Virginia, Tennessee, North Caro
lina, and Arkansas, which later gave in their adhesion to
the Southern Confederacy. As to the former — the cotton
States — if it be true, as candid historians acknowledge,
that their people "all held that the North was unconstitu
tionally and unjustly attempting to coerce the sovereign
States"3; if it be true, as we have seen is now conceded,
that the people of those States solemnly believed that their
liberties were assailed, and that the war waged against them
was a war of subjugation, then I submit that they were

1 Address at Keene, N. H., on Memorial Day.

2 When Jefferson Davis and Robert E. Lee were cadets at West
Point the text-books in use on political science were by St. George
Tucker, a Southern writer, and William Rawle, a Northern writer, and
both taught the right of a State to secede. (See " Republic of Repub
lics," by W. J. Sage, p. 32.) Can these illustrious men be attainted
as traitors because they put in practice the principles taught them by
the authority of the government of the United States?

1 Rhodes, 76., p. 402.

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constrained to choose between their love of the Union and
their love of liberty; and I do not believe that any brave
and candid patriot of any Northern State will condemn
them because, holding that belief, they made the choice they
did. The judgment of the South may be impeached,1 but
not her patriotism; not her love for the Union; if, shut up
to such an alternative, she preferred liberty without Union
to Union without liberty.

The case of the border States is somewhat different.
Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, Kentucky, Missouri,
Tennessee, were all opposed to Secession. They refused
to follow the lead of South Carolina. For example, as late
as April 4 Virginia voted by eighty-nine to forty-five against
the ordinance of Secession. They believed the Southern
States had just grievances against the North, and that there
was much to justify the fears which they entertained, but
they were not prepared to dissolve the Union. They still
hoped for redress within the Union by constitutional means.
Moreover, the men who became our greatest generals, and
our most illustrious and determined leaders in the Southern
Confederacy, were, a majority of them, earnest Union men.

1 Yet her judgment was sustained by some of the most illustrious
men of the North. Millard Fillmore had said, in 1856, referring to the
possible election of Fremont, as a sectional President, "Can they have
the madness or folly to believe that our Southern brethren would sub
mit to be governed by such a chief magistrate?" And Rufus Choate.
the same year, wrote that if the Republican party " accomplishes its
objects and gives the government to the North, I turn my eyes from
the consequences. To the fifteen States of the South that government
will appear an alien government. It will appear worse. It will appear
a hostile government. It will represent to their eye a vast region of
States organized upon anti-slavery, flushed by triumph, cheered onward
by the voices of the pulpit, tribune, and press; its mission to inaugu
rate freedom and put down the oligarchy; its constitution the glitter
ing and sounding generalities of natural right."

If this was true in 1856, how much more in 1860, after the John
Brown raid, and when the hostility between the North and the South
had reached such an acute stage!

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I think it may be said, too, that the States which furnished
most of the munitions of war and most of the fighting men
were opposed to Secession. The Union which their fore
fathers had done so much to create, l first by the sword and
then by the pen and the tongue, was dear to their hearts.

But there came a cruel issue. On the 15th of April, 1861,
President Lincoln issued a proclamation calling for 75,000
men to coerce the seceded States back into the Union. The
border States were called upon to furnish their quota of armed
men to march against their Southern brethren. Thus an
issue was forced upon them which the future historian,
however antagonistic to the South, must ponder with sym
pathy and emotion. The men of these border States were
compelled to decide either to send soldiers to fight against
their brethren, or to say, "We will throw in our lot with them
and resist military coercion." Now, whatever division of
sentiment existed in regard to the policy, or even the right,
of Secession, there was almost complete unanimity ;in these
States in repudiating the right of coercion. That right had
been vehemently repudiated in the discussions in the Con
stitutional Convention by James Madison, Alexander
Hamilton, and Edmund Randolph. The South remained
true to the doctrine of the fathers on this point.2

It is vain to ask at this date what would have happened

1 When, after the Revolution, it became apparent that jealousy
of the preponderance of Virginia, resulting from the vastness of her
domain, would prevent the formation of the Union, that State, with
truly queenly generosity, gave to the Union her Northwestern Terri
tory, out of which the States of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan,
Wisconsin, and part of Minnesota, were afterward carved. This was
in 1787. Has any other State, or group of States, done as much in
proof of attachment to the Union? Moreover she dedicated this vast
territory as free soil, by the ordinance of 1787.

8 Mr. Madison opposed the motion to incorporate in the Constitu
tion the power of coercing a State to its duty, and by unanimous con
sent the project was abandoned. Alexander Hamilton denounced
the proposal to coerce a State as "one of the maddest projects ever
devised." Edmund Randolph said it meant "civil war."

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if that fatal proclamation of April 15 had never been issued,
but it is impossible to repress the thought that perhaps,
after all, the truest statesmanship rested with those who,
like Edward Everett, and Horace Greeley, and William H.
Seward, and General Scott, believed that the policy of coer
cion was a political error. Certain it is that but for that
policy those great States just enumerated would not have
thrown in their lot with the Southern Confederacy, and it
is a supposition by no means destitute of rational founda
tion that without their support the seven States which had
already seceded would have ultimately sought readmission
to the Union, and that the Union might have been saved,
and slavery ultimately abolished, without the dreadful cost
of a fratricidal war and without the unspeakable horrors of
that Reconstruction period, when the star of liberty sank as
if to rise no more on the Southern States,1 and without that
act — the quintessence of injustice to the whites, and of
unkindness to the blacks themselves — I mean the act which
conferred the right of suffrage indiscriminately on the newly
emancipated slaves.

But, waiving all this, I come back to the question, Can
any blame attach to the people of the border States for
choosing as they chose in the face of the cruel alternative,
which was forced upon them by Mr. Lincoln's proclamation,
to abandon the Union, or to draw their swords against their
Southern brethren?

It has been well and wisely said by a recent historian
(Mr. Rhodes) that "the political reason of Virginia, Mary
land, and Kentucky inclined them to the North, their heart
strings drew them to the South." I put it to any man with
a heart to say, whether, when the bayonet is directed against
the bosom of a member of one's own household, he is to blame

*Out of that horror of great darkness the heroic soul of Robert
Edward Lee cried aloud in agony: "Had I foreseen these results of sub
jugation, I would have preferred to die at Appomattox with my brave
men, my sword in this right hand."

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for throwing himself into the breach in his defence, even
though the bayonet be in the hand of the officer of the law?
I affirm that the ties of blood and kindred are more sacred
even than those which bind a man to the government of
his country. Could the men of Virginia and North Caro
lina and Tennessee be expected to raise their hands against
their family altars and firesides, whatever view they might
have taken of the constitutional questions at issue? But
the men of those States believed with great unanimity that
the sovereignty of a State was inviolable by the General
Government. That was the faith they had received from
their fathers, from a long line of illustrious statesmen and
political philosophers. Of this let one decisive example
suffice. Though Robert E. Lee abhorred the idea of Seces
sion and loved the Union with a passionate devotion, yet
when he was asked by a member of a committee of Congress
whether he did not consider that he was guilty of treason in
drawing his sword in behalf of the South, he answered:
"No, I believed my allegiance was due to the State of Vir
ginia."

The people of the South believed, as we have said, that
government derives its just powers from the consent of the
governed. They believed the General Government had no
rightful power of coercion. Their New England brethren
had for many years confirmed them in that belief. More
over they believed a union by force not the Union which
the fathers had in view. A governmental fabric pinned
together by bayonets did not seem to them a republic, but
a despotism.

4. I come now to consider the opinion, so widely held,
that the South plunged into a desperate war for the purpose
of perpetuating slavery, and made that institution the cor
ner-stone of the new confederacy which it sought to establish.
Before dealing directly with this, however, a little history
upon the subject of the relation of the South to slavery will
be salutary.

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Certainly we have no tears to shed over its abolition.
There is not a man in the South who would wish to see it
reestablished. But there are several facts, unknown to some,
and ignored by other, historians, which are essential to a
right understanding of this question. I shall hold them up
to the light to-day, because I would not have the attitude
of that dear, noble, old South misrepresented or misunder
stood by our descendants.

In the first place let it never be forgotten that it was the
government of England, and not the people of the South,
which was originally responsible for the introduction of
slavery. In 1760 South Carolina passed an act to prohibit
further importation of slaves, but England rejected it with
indignation.

The colony of Virginia again, and again, and again, pro
tested to the British king against sending slaves to her shores,
but in vain — they were forced upon her.1 Then, too,
Virginia was the first of all the States, North or South, to
prohibit the slave-trade, and Georgia was the first to incor
porate such a prohibition in her organic constitution. In
fact, Virginia was in advance of the whole world on this
subject; she abolished the slave-trade in 1778, nearly thirty
years before England did, and the same period before New
England was willing to consent to its abolition. Again,
at the formation of the Constitution, Virginia raised her
protest against the continuance of that traffic, but New
England raised a voice of objection, and, uniting her influ
ence with that of South Carolina and Georgia, secured the
continuance of the slave-trade for twenty years more, by
constitutional provision.2 On the other hand the first stat
ute establishing slavery in America was passed by Massa
chusetts, December, 1641, in her code entitled Body of
Liberties. The first fugitive slave law was enacted by the

1 One hundred petitions against the introduction of slaves were
sent by the colonists of Virginia to the British government.

2 "The Critical Period of American History," by John Fiske, p. 262.

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same State. She made slaves of her captives in the Pequot
war. Another fact to be remembered is that every Southern
State legislated against the slave-trade.

Thus slavery was an inheritance which the people of
the South received from the fathers; and if the States of the
North, after the Revolution, sooner or later abolished the
institution, it cannot be claimed that the abolition was dic
tated by moral considerations, but by differences of climate,
soil, and industrial interests.1

It existed in several of the Northern States more than
fifty years after the adoption of the Constitution, while
the importation of slaves into the South continued to be car
ried on by Northern merchants and Northern ships, without
interference in the traffic from any quarter, until it was
prohibited by the spontaneous action of the Southern States
themselves.

Note this also: The contest between the North and the
South over the extension of slavery to the territories was
a contest on the part of the South for equal rights under
the Constitution, and it ought to be clearly understood that
it did not involve the increase of slavery. Had that right
been conceded, not one additional slave would have been

xThe Supreme Court in 1857 held the following language: "This
change had not been produced by any change of opinion in relation to
this race, but because it was discovered by experience that slave labor
was unsuited to the climate and productions of these States, for some
of them . . . were actively engaged in the slave-trade."

Goodell's "Slavery and Anti-slavery " — an authority not friendly
to the South — says (pp. 10-11) that the merchants of New England
seaports "almost monopolized the immense profits of that lucrative,
but detestable, trade."

The principal operation of abolition in the North, says an English
authority, "was to transfer Northern slaves to Southern markets."
(Ingram's " History of Slavery," London, 1895, p. 184.)

On March 26, 1788, the Legislature of Massachusetts passed a law
ordering all free negroes out of the State. If they would not go volun
tarily, they were to be whipped out. This confirms the view stated
in the text.

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added to the number existing in the country. "It was a
question of the distribution or dispersion of the slaves rather
than of the extension of slavery. Removal is not exten
sion. Indeed, if emancipation was the end to be desired,
the dispersion of the negroes over a wider area, among
additional territories, eventually to become States, and in
climates unfavorable to slave labor, instead of hindering,
would have promoted this object by diminishing the diffi
culties in the way of ultimate emancipation." l

And now I call your attention to a fact of capital impor
tance in this discussion; viz., that the sentiment in favor of
emancipation was rapidly spreading in the South in the
first quarter of the nineteenth century. Wilson acknowl
edges "there was no avowed advocate of slavery" at that
time in Virginia. It is stated on high 2 authority that, in

1 This is the language of Jefferson Davis, but the argument is Henry
Clay's. In 1820 he argued that the extension of slavery was far-seeing
humanity, and Mr. Jefferson agreed with him, saying that spreading
the slaves over a larger surface "will dilute the evil everywhere and
facilitate the means of getting finally rid of it." Mr. Madison took
the same view. These three statesmen were all earnest emancipa
tionists.

2 Judge Temple of Tennessee. "The Covenanter, the Cavalier,
and the Puritan," p. 209.

"In 1822 there were five or six abolition societies in Kentucky.
In 1819 the first distinctively emancipation paper in the United States
was published in Jonesboro, eastern Tennessee." There were eighteen
emancipation societies in that region organized by the Covenanters,
Methodists, and Quakers.

76., p. 208.

A Massachusetts writer, Geo. Lunt, says: "The States of Virginia,
Kentucky, and Tennessee were engaged in practical movements for
the gradual emancipation of their slaves. This movement continued
until it was arrested by the aggressions of the Abolitionists."

The people of the South believed they were, at heart, more friendly
to the Negro race than their Northern brethren, and such facts as the
following appeared to justify their belief. In 1830, Senator Benton
called attention to the "actual expulsion of a great body of free colored
people from the State of Ohio, and not one word of objection, not one
note of grief." The whole number expatriated was estimated at ten

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the year 1826, there were 143 emancipation societies in the
whole country; and of this number 103 were established in
the South. It is well known that one branch of the Legis
lature of Virginia gave a very large vote in favor of a law of
emancipation in the year 1832, and I was assured in 1860,
by Col. Thomas Jefferson Randolph, of Virginia, the grand
son of Mr. Jefferson — himself an influential member of the
legislature in 1832 — that emancipation would certainly
have been carried the ensuing year, but for the revulsion
of feeling which followed the fanatical agitation of the sub
ject by the Abolitionists of the period. The legislature of
1832, though it defeated the emancipation bill by a small
majority, yet passed a resolution postponing the considera
tion of the subject till public opinion had further developed.1
It is our belief, and we put the statement on record, that
our children and children's children may remember it, that
but for passions naturally roused by the violent attacks
made upon the moral character of the Southern slave-holder,
slavery would have been peaceably abolished in the border

thousand. He added: "This is a remarkable event, paralleled only
by the expulsion of the Moors from Spain and the Huguenots from
France." In 1846 the liberated slaves of John Randolph were driven
by a mob away from the lands which had been purchased for them in
Ohio. In 1855 the Topeka (Kansas) constitution adopted by the Free-
soilers contained an article, ratified by a vote of almost three to one,
forbidding any free negro to reside in the State, and this was accepted
by the Republican House of Representatives. In 1860 the consti
tutions of thirty out of thirty-four States of the Union excluded negroes
from exercising the suffrage. Facts like these did not tend to confirm
the confidence of the people of the South in the sincerity of the agita
tion on behalf of the negro.

1 The Richmond Whig of March 6, 1832, said:

"The great mass of Virginia herself triumphs that the slavery ques
tion has been taken up by the legislature, that her legislators are
grappling with the monster, and they contemplate the distant but
ardently desired result [emancipation] as the supreme good which a
benevolent Providence could vouchsafe." — Niles Register, Dec. 10,
1831, p. 266 and p. 78.

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States before the middle of the nineteenth century, and it
cannot be doubted that the sentiment against it must ulti
mately have become so strong that it would also have been
abolished in the cotton States without violence and without war.

This opinion is scouted by Northern historians; but let
the facts be calmly weighed in the balance:

It is acknowledged that slavery was almost universally
considered a great evil in the South from 1789 down to 1837.

It is further acknowledged that public opinion there under
went a revolution on this subject in the decade 1832-42; it
was now spoken of by some of her writers and leaders for the
first time as a blessing.1

It is a fact which cannot be denied in the light of history,
that the sentiment in favor of emancipation was rapidly
spreading in the South down to 1832. I have already
quoted the statement made to me in 1860 by a member of
the legislature of Virginia of 1831-32 that its members
were agreed at that time on the principle of emancipation.

What, then, produced this fateful change of sentiment,
which the historian records between 1832 and 1837? It is
often said that the invention of the cotton-gin was the cause.
But that invention came in 1793. It was forty years too
early to account for this phenomenon which we seek to
understand.

It is our belief that the future historian, who shall be a
careful student of human nature, and of the motives which
influence its action, as well as of historical facts, will see in
the abolition crusade which was launched by William Lloyd
Garrison, Jan. 1, 1831, the real cause of this revolution in
Southern sentiment on the subject of slavery.

The violence and the virulence of that crusade produced
its natural result.2 It angered the South. It stifled dis-

1 See Rhodes, History of United States/' Vol. Ill, pp. 54, 68.

2 One of these writers said the only hope for the moral improvement
of the whites in the South was the amalgamation with the black race.
Slave-holders were called "bloodhounds."

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cussion. It checked the movement toward emancipation.
It forced a more stringent policy toward the slave.

The people of the South, of whom Von Hoist writes that
they were as moral and as religious as any other people in
the world, found themselves held up to the odium of man
kind for the abominable crime of holding men in bondage,
an act which holy men like Jonathan Edwards and George
Whitfield had committed in the eighteenth century, with
out offence to the most sensitive conscience. But this was
not all. The publication of Garrison's Liberator Jan.
1, 1831, was followed, seven months after, by Nat. Tur
ner's negro insurrection, in which sixty-one persons, men,
women, and children, were murdered in the night. The
South naturally, and I think with reason, connected these
two events as cause and effect,1 and the ghastly spectre of
servile insurrection, like that which desolated San Domingo,
rose before the imagination of the people from the Potomac
to the Rio Grande. After this the emancipation societies
in the South were dissolved and all discussion of the subject
ceased. As to the character of that abolition crusade, I
agree with Henry Clay that its authors were reckless of
consequences, ready to "hurry us down that dreadful preci
pice that leads to civil war and the dissolution of the Union."
I agree with Rufus Choate that the Abolition party was "a
party which knows one-half of America only to hate it."
I agree with Edward Everett in applying to the Abolition
ists the words of the poet:

"Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanean deserts;
Strive with the half-starved lion for its prey;
Lesser the risk, than rouse the slumbering fire
Of wild fanaticism."

As to its methods, it is enough to recall the fact that in
1835 President Jackson, in his message to Congress, called

JThe governor of Virginia publicly expressed his belief that this
insurrection "was designed and matured by fanatics in some of the
neighboring States."

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attention to the transmission through the mails "of inflam
matory appeals addressed to the passions of the slaves, in
prints and in various sorts of publications, calculated to
stimulate them to insurrection, and to produce all the hor
rors of a servile war." Now, bearing these facts in mind,
and remembering the statement quoted from Col. Thomas
Jefferson Randolph, that the abolition crusade was the imme
diate ;cause of the legislature of Virginia abandoning the
scheme of emancipation, which they had previously been
agreed on in principle, we hold that the future historian
will confirm our claim that, but for the fanaticism of the Abo
litionists, slavery would certainly have been peaceably abol
ished in Virginia, and probably in the other Southern States.1
But this is not the whole story. That movement was
as essentially unjust as it was violent and fanatical. It
was a demand for immediate emancipation without com
pensation or consideration of any kind. England in 1833
abolished slavery in the West Indies, but she compensated
the slave-owners, devoting $100,000,000 to that purpose.
But never in all the long abolition agitation of thirty years,
from 1831 to 1861, was there any proposition to remunerate
the South for the loss of her slaves.2 Her people were ex
pected to make a sacrifice for emancipation never demanded
before of any people on earth. I do not forget Mr. Lin
coln's proposal, in March, 1862, but that was addressed to
the border States which had not seceded, and, besides, had
it been otherwise, it came too late, when flagrant war had
embittered the hostility between the sections.

1 Daniel Webster in his 7th of March speech attributed the change of
sentiment in Virginia on the subject of slavery to the intemperance of the
Abolitionists. Many other Northern leaders were of the same opinion.

2 Mr. John Ford Rhodes (I, 381), indeed, says that there can be no
doubt that the North would have gladly agreed to emancipation with
compensation, but he is not able to adduce any evidence in support
of this opinion beyond an obiter dictum of Mr. Seward in the Senate
that he was willing "to apply the national treasure to effect the peace
ful, voluntary removal of slavery itself."

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It is said, however, to the reproach of the South, that her
sentiments on the subject of slavery were behind the age
in 1861. But how far was she behind? And why?

Let her critics remind themselves that, as late as 1821,
the State of Rhode Island sent a slave-trader to represent
her in the United States Senate. As late as 1833 a great
English minister, Sir Robert Peel, would have nothing to
do with either immediate emancipation or gradual. And
Mr. Gladstone, at the same epoch, while admitting that
the extinction of slavery was "a consummation devoutly
to be desired and in good earnest to be forwarded/' yet held
that " immediate and unconditional emancipation, without
a previous advance in character, must place the negro in a
state where he would be his own worst enemy." It is fair
to remember also that Pitt, Fox, Grenville, and Grey, while
eager to bring the slave-trade to an instant end, habitually
disclaimed as calumny any intention of emancipating the
blacks on the sugar islands.

Again the dispassionate enquirer will reflect that it was
much easier, and much less costly, to be an enthusiastic
Abolitionist in old England, or New England (where slavery
was not profitable), than in the Southern States, where
the labor of the black was necessary to the cultivation of
the great staples.

The people of the South, too, could better realize the diffi
culty and the danger of emancipation. She was, as Jeffer
son said, in the position of the man who held the wolf by the
ears — she didn't want to hold on, but she was afraid to
let go.

Was she to blame if she feared to repeat the mistakes and
failures of the English abolition movement, of which Mr.
Disraeli said: "The movement of the middle class for the
abolition of slavery was virtuous, but it was not wise. It
was an ignorant movement. The history of the abolition
of slavery by the English, and its consequences, would be
a narrative of ignorance, injustice, blundering, waste, and

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havoc, not easily paralleled in the history of mankind."
If, then, we acknowledge that the South was behind the rest
of the civilized world in 1861 in her sentiment on the subject
of slavery, we think her apology is ample: First, that she
was interested in the perpetuation of slavery as no other
people ever was; second, that the difficulty and the danger
of emancipation pressed upon her as upon no other people;
and third, that her sentiment, which had been for a quarter
of a century moving steadily toward emancipation, was
violently turned back by the fanaticism of the abolition
crusade.1

But the Southern Confederacy is reproached with the fact
that it was deliberately built on slavery. Slavery, we are
told, was its corner-stone. Even that most honest historian,
Mr. Rhodes, says, "Their fight, they averred, was for liberty,
and yet they were weighted by the denial of liberty to three
and one-half million of human beings."

But if slavery was the corner-stone of the Southern Con
federacy, what are we to say of the Constitution of the United
States? That instrument as originally adopted by the
thirteen colonies contained three sections which recognized
slavery.2 And whereas the constitution of the Southern
Confederacy prohibited the slave-trade, the Constitution
of the United States prohibited the abolition of the slave-
trade for twenty years! And if the men of the South are
reproached for denying liberty to three and a half millions
of human beings, at the same time that they professed to
be waging a great war for their own liberty, what are we to
say of the revolting colonies of 1776, who rebelled against

1 We acknowledge with sorrow that there was a painful deteriora
tion in the attitude of many influential men in the South toward sla
very between 1840 and 1860. There was even a movement of some
strength in favor of the revival of the slave-trade in the decade preced
ing the war. This change of view cannot be excused, but it was
undoubtedly the reaction from the violent fanaticism of the aboli
tion movement.

2 Article I, Sections 2 and 9, and Article IV, Section 2.

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the British crown to achieve their liberty, while slavery
existed in every one of the thirteen colonies unrepudiated?
Cannot these historians who deny that the South fought for
liberty, because they held the blacks in bondage, see, that
upon the same principle they must impugn the sincerity
of the signers of the Declaration of Independence? For
while, in that famous instrument, they affirmed before the
world that all men were created free and equal, and that
" governments derive their just powers from the consent
of the governed," they took no steps whatever to free the
slaves which were held in every one of the thirteen colonies.
No, my friends, if the corner-stone of the constitution of
the Southern Confederacy was slavery, the Constitution
of 1789 — the Constitution of the United States — had a
worse corner-stone, since it held its segis of protection over
the slave-trade itself! We ask the candid historian then to
answer this question: If the colonists of 1776 were freemen
fighting for liberty, though holding men in slavery in every
one of the thirteen colonies, why is the tribute of patriotism
denied to the Southern men of 1861 because they too held
men in bondage?

If George Washington, a slave-holder, was yet a champion
of liberty, how can that title be denied to Robert E. Lee?

Slavery was not abolished in the British dominions until
the year 1833. Will any man dare to say there were no
champions of human liberty in England before that time?

But after all that may be said, we are told that slavery
was the cause of the war, and that the citizen soldiers of the
South sprang to arms in defence of slavery.

Yes, my comrades, History, or rather let us say Calumny,
masquerading as History, has told the world that that battle-
flag of yours was the emblem of slave power, and that you
fought, not for liberty, but for the right to hold your fellow-
men in bondage.

Think of it, soldiers of the Southern Cross! Think of it,
followers of Lee and Jackson and Albert Sidney Johnston!

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You were fighting, they say, for the privilege of holding your
fellowmen in bondage! Will you for one moment acknowl
edge the truth of that indictment? Ah, no! that banner
of the Southern Cross was studded with the stars of God's
heaven, like Old Glory itself. You could not have followed
a banner that was not the banner of liberty! You sprang
from the loins of freemen ! You drank in freedom with your
mother's milk! Your revolutionary sires were not inspired
by a more intense devotion to liberty than you were!

Tell me, were you thinking of your slaves when you cast
all in the balance, your lives, your fortunes, your sacred
honor, in order to endure the hardships of the march, and the
camp, and the peril and the suffering of the battle field?
Why, it was but a small minority of the men who fought
in the Southern armies — hardly one in ten — that were
financially interested in the institution of slavery.

There is, however, a court to which this contention may be
referred for settlement — one whose decision all men ought
to accept. It is composed of the three men who may be
supposed to have known, if any men knew, the object for
which the war was waged, — Abraham Lincoln, Jefferson
Davis, and Robert E. Lee. And their decision is unanimous.
Mr. Lincoln always declared that the object of the war
was the restoration of the Union, and not the emancipation
of the slaves. Mr. Davis as positively declared that the
South was not fighting for slavery, but for independence.
And Robert E. Lee expressed his opinion by setting all his
slaves free Jan. 8, 1863, and then going on with the war
for more than two years longer.1

1 1 will only add that if the North waged the war not for the Union
but for the slave, then it is remarkable that Mr. Lincoln and his advisers
never found out that fact. And as to the South — if, indeed, she fought
not for liberty but for her property in slaves — it is still more remark
able that Jefferson Davis should have embarked on the enterprise
of Secession, believing that he would as a consequence lose his slaves,
for in February, 1861, he wrote to his wife in these words, "In any case
our slave property will eventually be lost; " and that General Lee should

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I will not apologize, my comrades, for having taxed your
patience so long. You will recognize at once the importance
and the difficulty of the task I set myself to perform, and you
will not begrudge the consecration of even so long a time as
I have detained you to-day, in order that the true story of
the course pursued by the Southern States should again be
set forth.

The generation which participated in that great struggle
is rapidly passing away, and we believe that no fitting occa
sion should be neglected by those who yet survive, to vindi
cate the motives and to explain the principles of the actors
in that great drama. Only by iteration and reiteration
by the writers and speakers of the South will the real facts
be rescued from oblivion, from misunderstanding, and from
misrepresentation, and the conduct and characters of our
leaders, and the heroic men who followed them, be under
stood and honored as they ought to be honored by the gen
eration that comes after us. And, my friends, the fulfilment
of this duty will make for unity and fraternity among Ameri
cans, not for sectionalism. It will strengthen, not weaken,
the bonds of the Union in the years to come if the genera
tions yet unborn are taught to recognize that the principles
and the aims of the men of the South were as high and as
pure as those which animated their foemen of the North.
Had the men of '61, North and South, known each other,
and respected each other, and each other's motives, that
terrible Civil War would never have been. Let the Union
of the future be founded on mutual respect, and to this end
let the truth concerning the principles and acts of the old
South be told — the whole truth and nothing but the truth

"nothing extenuated, nor aught set down in malice."

have emancipated every one of his slaves more than two years before
the close of the war. Thus the political head of the Confederacy
entered on the war foreseeing the eventual loss of his slaves, and the
military head of the Confederacy actually set his slaves free before the
war was half over; yet both, they say, were fighting for slavery!

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Comrades and fellow-citizens, we thank God that to-day
the sun shines upon a truly reunited country. Sectional
ism is dead and buried. In the providence of God the Span
ish War has drawn North and South together in bonds of
genuine brotherhood. Their blood has watered the same
soil; their common patriotism has glorified again the land of
Washington. Men who faced one another in deadly con
flict at Shiloh and Gettysburg rushed side by side under
the Stars and Stripes up the heights of San Juan and
El Caney. There was no North or South on those fields of
battle, or in Santiago Harbor, or in front of Manila. Yes,
and, as was well said by our own Hilary Herbert at the
Peace Jubilee, "Out of the grave of sectionalism arose the
triumphant spirit of Americanism." Men of the South, we
have part in that spirit of Americanism. It is our heritage
as well as theirs.

For one moment let us turn from the sacred past — from
the memories of this day and hour — and look into the
future. And what is it that we behold? Surely a Pisgah
prospect of beauty and hope! A great destiny opens before
America. Great are her privileges, her opportunities, her
responsibilities. The God of nations has given her possi
bilities of power and usefulness among the peoples of the
globe that are almost boundless. He has great things for
this nation to do. He has given her a great part to play in
the spreading of civilization and liberty and religion through
out the world. Blind indeed will the people be if they do
not see it so — faithless if they do not grasp it! But I
want to say that we of the South claim our part in this
great destiny of America. Eagerly and joyfully we ac
cept our share in the responsibilities, in the opportuni
ties, in the strenuous conflicts, in the conquests, in the
glory of the future of our country. To that future we
turn our faces. To its duties, to its labors, to its battles
we consecrate ourselves, our strength, and our manhood.
We are Americans, and nothing that pertains to the honor,

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to the welfare, to the glory of America is, or shall be,
foreign to us.

But this occasion belongs not to the future, but to the
past. Let our closing thoughts then be dedicated to the
memory of our dead — that mighty host of brave soldiers
and sailors who fell under the banner of the Lost Cause forty
years ago. The Grecian orator, whose words I have chosen
as a motto for my address, speaking of the Athenians, ex
claims, "Is there a poet or an author who will not do his
utmost, by his eloquence and his knowledge, to immortal
ize such heroic valor and virtue?" Such is my feeling as
I think of those now silent battalions of Southern soldiers
that sleep on so many hard-fought fields. But where is the
poet or the orator who can fitly eulogize them? The pen of
a Thucydides, the tongue of a Pericles or a Demosthenes,
the harp of a Homer, were needed justly to tell the epic story
of that great struggle in which the best and bravest sons
of our Southland freely laid down their lives; a struggle so
gigantic in its proportions that the siege of Troy — the
famous battles of the long Peloponnesian War — even the
great engagements of Marathon and Leuctra, of Salamis and
Chseronea — sink into insignificance in the comparison.

I will not attempt then to pronounce a fitting panegyric
upon those brave men, nor upon their splendid leaders:
captains whose valor, whose prowess, whose skill, whose
heroic constancy were never outshone on any field, in any
age, by any leaders of men; not by Agamemnon, "King of
Men"; not by Achilles, the "swift-footed," "the invincible";
not by Ulysses, "the wise"; nor by Ajax, "the mighty"; not
by Miltiades at Marathon; nor by Leonidas himself at Ther
mopylae; nor by any of the long line of illustrious heroes and
patriots who, in ancient and in modern times, have shed
lustre on manhood by their valor or by their constancy.
Comrades, it is my conviction that the Muse of History
will write the names of some of our Southern heroes as high
on her great roll of honor as those of any leaders of men

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in any era. Fame herself will rise from her throne to place
the laurel with her own hands upon the immortal brows of
Robert E. Lee, and Albert Sidney Johnston, and Stonewall
Jackson. I grant, indeed, that it is not for us who were
their companions and fellow-soldiers to ask the world to
accept our estimate of their rightful place in history. We
are partial, we are biassed in our judgments, men will say.
Be it so. We are content to await the calm verdict of the
future historian, when, with philosophic impartiality, the
characters and achievements and motives of our illustrious
leaders shall have been weighed in the balances of Truth.
What that verdict will be is foreshadowed, we believe, by
the judgment expressed by Field-Marshal Lord Wolseley,
who said, "I believe General Lee will be regarded not only
as the most prominent figure of the Confederacy, but as the
great American of the nineteenth century, whose statue is
well worthy to stand on an equal pedestal with that of Wash
ington, and whose memory is equally worthy to be en
shrined in the hearts of all his countrymen." What that
verdict will be was in fact declared by Freeman himself
when he said that our Lee was worthy to stand with Wash
ington beside Alfred the Great in the world's temple of
Fame.

What you ask of me, however, comrades, in these closing
moments is quite apart from the task of the historian or
the orator. It is simply to give honest utterance to the
love and admiration that glow in the breast of every one
of us for those our companion s-in-arms who fell on the almost
countless bloody fields of that Titanic struggle in repelling
the invaders from our soil. All honor to their memory!
We cannot call their names. They are too numerous to be
told over, even if we had here the muster-rolls of all the
Confederate armies. But if their names could be called,
we could answer as was answered for that famous hero, La
Tour d'Auvergne, the " first Grenadier of France " — whose
name, though he was no more, was still borne on the muster-

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roll of his regiment — "Dead on the field of honor!" Only
two months ago the urn containing the heart of that illus
trious soldier was removed to Paris to rest under the dome
of the Hotel des Invalides, and while the order rang out " Au
Drapeau," arms were presented and the captain of the Forty-
sixth Regiment, in accordance with the old tradition, called
out the name, "La Tour d'Auvergne!" After a second or
two of silence the answer came back in clear and ringing
tones, "Dead on the field of honor."

Comrades, we make that answer to-day, forty years
after the end of the war, and our children and chil
dren's children in generations to come will repeat it, as
the names of our veterans shall be called, — "Dead on
the field of honor!" Yes, for these men to whom we pay
the tribute of our homage were heroes, if ever heroes
were. What hardships did they not uncomplainingly
endure, on the march, in the bivouack, in the trenches!
What sacrifices did they not cheerfully make, for a cause
dearer than life itself! What dangers did they not face
with unquailing front! Who that ever saw them can for
get those hardy battalions that followed Stonewall Jack
son in his weird marches in the great Valley campaign?
Rusty and ragged were their uniforms, but bright were their
muskets and their bayonets, and they moved like the very
whirlwind of war!

They fill, most of them, nameless graves. They were
private soldiers. Fame does not, and will not, herald their
names and deeds to posterity. They fought without reward
— and they died without distinction. It was enough for them
to hear the voice of duty, and to follow it, though it led
them by a rugged path to a bloody grave. "Tell my father
I tried to do my duty," was the last message of many a dying
soldier boy to his comrades on the field of battle. Oh! it
is for this we honor and revere their nameless memories
to-day. They were not soldiers of fortune, but soldiers
of duty, who dared all that men can dare, and endured all

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that men can endure, in obedience to what they believed the
sacred call of country. If ever men lived of whom it could
be truly said that their hearts echoed the sentiment, " Dulce
et decorum est pro patria mori," these were the men. They
loved their State; they loved their homes and their firesides.
They were no politicians. They knew little of the warring
theories of constitutional interpretation. But one thing
they knew — armed legions were marching upon their homes,
and it was their duty to hurl them back at any cost! For
this, not we only, who shared their perils and hardships, do
them honor — not the Southern people only — but all brave
men everywhere. Nameless they may be, but the name
of " Confederate soldier" will echo around the world through
the coming years and will be accepted as the synonym of
valor, of constancy, and of loyalty to the sternest call of
duty.

My comrades, I have been in the Eternal City, surrounded
by the deathless relics and monuments which commemorate
the glorious achievements of the citizens and soldiers of
ancient Rome. I have paced the aisles of that stately
church in which Venice has piled up the splendid memorials
in brass and in marble of the men who made her name great
in Europe — who made her to sit as a queen upon her watery
throne among the nations. I have stood under the dome
of the Hdtel des Invalides, in Paris, on the spot upon which
France has lavished with unstinted hand her wealth and her
art to shed glory upon the name to her greatest soldier —
his sarcophagus reposes upon a pavement of costly marbles
gathered from all quarters of the globe, and so arranged as
to represent a Sun of Glory irradiating the name of the hero
of Marengo, and of the Pyramids, of Jena, and of Auster-
litz. And I have meditated in awe-struck silence beneath
the fretted roof of Westminster Abbey, surrounded by the
almost countless memorial marbles which twenty genera
tions of Englishmen have erected to celebrate the fame of
their most illustrious kings and nobles, soldiers and patriots,

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jurists and statesmen, poets and historians, musicians and
dramatists.

But on none of these occasions have I been so impressed
with the patriotic and unselfish devotion that human nature
is capable of, as when I have contemplated the character
and the career of the private soldiers of the Confederacy.
Not for fame or for reward, not for place or rank, not lured
by ambition, or goaded by necessity, but in simple obedience
to duty, as they understood it, these men suffered all, sacri
ficed all, dared all — and died ! No stately abbey will
ever cover their remains. Their dust will never repose
beneath fretted or frescoed roof. No costly bronze will ever
blazon their names for posterity to honor — but the Poto
mac and the Rappahannock, the James and the Chicka-
hominy, the Cumberland and the Tennessee, the Mississippi
and the Rio Grande, as they run their long race from the
mountains to the sea, will sing of their prowess forevermore!
The mountains of Virginia and Tennessee and Georgia will
stand eternal witnesses of their valor, though no Thorwald-
sen chisel on their solid rocks a lion like that at Lucerne,
stricken to the death, but even in death, and as its life-blood
ebbs away, protecting the shield committed to its defence.

As I recall the magnificent valor of those half-fed, half-
clad legions of the Confederacy, the thought comes: "But
after all they failed. The Confederacy fell. The banner
of the Southern Cross sank to earth to rise no more. All
the courage and the constancy of those heroic souls could
not, or, at any rate, did not, bring success. Their cause is
known to-day as 'the lost cause.'" Yes, as we remember
the superb but fruitless prowess they displayed on so many
fields, the words of the poet recur to our minds:

"In vain, alas! in vain ye gallant few,
From rank to rank your volleyed thunders flew."

But was it in vain? I do not believe it. It is true that
their flashing bayonets did not establish the new Confed-

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eracy. It is true that those proud armies of Lee and John
ston were slowly worn away by attrition until, reduced to
gaunt skeletons of what they had been, they surrendered
to the vast hosts of the Union armies. But it is not true
that those gallant Southrons suffered and died in vain.
No brave battle fought for truth and right was ever in
vain! The truth survives, though the soldier of the truth
perishes. His death, his defeat, becomes the seed of future
success. Over his dead body the armies of the truth march
to victory. I might say that to have given, amid disaster
and defeat, such splendid examples of what American man
hood can accomplish, was enough to prove that they did not
shed their blood to no purpose. "Being dead they yet speak."
They tell us and our children and children's children, that
courage, self-sacrifice, and loyalty to conviction are sub
lime; they are better than mere success; they carry with
them their own reward. Death was not too high a price
to pay for the exhibition to the world of such heroism as
theirs. That cannot die. It shines as the stars with a
deathless light above the sordid and selfish aims of men.
It will inspire generations to come with noble ideals of un
selfish living. It is a new example of the profound words
of Jesus: "He that loseth his life shall find it."

It is said that on the spot where the three devoted patriots
of the three Swiss cantons met, by the borders of Lake
Lucerne, and bound themselves in a solemn league to rid
Switzerland of the tyrant's yoke, three fountains afterward
sprang up. The legend embodies an eternal truth. The
soil trodden by a patriot is holy ground, and, though his
banner may go down in disaster, and he himself perish,
and his cause be overwhelmed by defeat, yet his memory and
his example will remain a benediction to his people. Foun
tains of blessing spring up on the sod consecrated by the
patriot's sufferings and sacrifices for his country.

Let us note, then, wherein they failed and wherein did
not fail. They failed to establish the Southern Confederacy.

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Why? For no other reason but this — God decreed other
wise. Yes, my comrades, the military genius of our com
manders was not at fault, the valor of the Confederate
armies was not at fault; but it was God's will that this
country should not be divided into two rival nations, jealous
of each other; armed against each other. It may be said
they failed to preserve the institution of slavery. I answer
again they did not draw their swords to defend slavery. It
was the cause of liberty that fired their souls to do, to dare,
and to die. They conceived that the Federal Government
was trampling on the liberties of the States, and they rose
in their defence. It was the sacred heritage of Anglo-
Saxon freedom, of local self-government won at Runnymede,
that they believed in peril when they flew to arms as one man
from the Potomac to the Rio Grande. They may have been
right, or they may have been wrong, but that was the issue
they made. On that they stood. For that they died.

That, be it remembered, was the supreme issue in the
mind of the Southern soldier. The dissolution of the Union
was not what he had chiefly at heart. The establishment of
the Southern Confederacy was not what he had chiefly at heart.
Both the one and the other were secondary to the preservation of
the supreme and sacred right of self-government. They were
means to the end, not the end itself.

Did they fail then in this, their supreme and ultimate aim ?
I answer, they did not fail to make such a protest against the
aggressions of power upon the province of liberty as has
filled the world with its echo. They did not fail in success
fully arraigning by the potent voice of their superb valor
and their all-sacrificing patriotism the usurpation of powers
and functions which, by the Constitution, were distributed
to the States.

It is my belief that the close and candid student of public
opinion in our country, these forty years past, will conclude
that this protest of theirs has not been in vain. In spite of
the historians who have misread the causes and the objects

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of the war on the part of the South, the fact that the
Confederate soldiers and the people of the South made their
superb struggle and their marvellous sacrifices for the right
of local self-government, has silently impressed the minds of
the American people, with the result that that right has been
steadily gaining in the strength of its hold upon the people
of many of the States of the Union.1

So convinced am I of this, that I make bold to predict
that the future historian will say that while the armies of
the North saved the Union from dissolution, the armies of
the South saved the rights of the States within the Union.
Thus victor and vanquished will both be adjudged victorious,
for, if it is due to the Federal soldier that the Union is hence
forth indissoluble, it is equally due to the Confederate
soldier that this indissoluble Union is composed, and shall
forever be composed, of indestructible States.

Comrades, when I consider these things I no longer echo,
as I once did, the sentiment which Lucan puts into the mouth
of a great Roman:

" Victrix causa diis placuit,
sed victa Catoni,"*

for I see that the " conquered right" has won the victory
after all; the conquered banner triumphs in defeat; the lost
cause is lost no longer, and God, who denied us success in
the way of our own choosing, has granted it in another and
better way.

Yes, ye gallant defenders of our stainless Confederate

1 Members of Congress from the South observed a great change in
this respect in the sentiments of their fellow members from the North
and the West. Moreover, the limitation of the authority of the Gen
eral Government to those powers distinctly delegated, and the reserva
tion to the States of the powers not delegated, has been affirmed again
and again by the Supreme Court since the war.

2 Rendered by Dr. E. A. Washburn thus:

"Let a conquering might
Bribe all the gods to silence, —
Cato's choice be with the conquered right!"

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banner, ye did not die in vain! Your deeds have cast a
halo of glory over our Southern land which will only grow
brighter as time advances. Your memory will be a price
less heritage which we will transmit to our children's chil
dren untarnished. None shall ever write "traitor" over
your graves unrebuked by us, while God gives us the power
of speech! Farewell, brave comrades, farewell, till the tryst
of God beyond the river. The bugle has sounded "taps"
over your graves. After all these years its pathetic notes
still vibrate in our ears, reminding us that we shall see your
faces no more on earth.

But we clasp your dear memory to our hearts to-day once
more. Ye are "our dead"; ours ye were in those stern years
from 1861 to 1865, when we marched and camped and battled
side by side; "ours" by the sacred bond of a common conse
cration to a cause which was holy to us; ye are "ours" to-day
as we recall with pride your cheerful endurance of unaccus
tomed hardships — your heroic steadfastness in danger and
disaster, your magnificent courage in the deadly trenches,
or at the flaming cannon's mouth.

Ye were "our dead" when ye lay stark and stiff on the
bloody fields of Manassas, of Winchester, of Shiloh, of Perry-
ville, of Chickamauga, of Fredericksburg, of Malvern Hill,
of Chancellorsville, of Sharpsburg, of Gettysburg, of the
Wilderness! Ye will be "ours" again when the last great
reveille shall sound, and the brothers whom the fortunes of
battle divided shall be reunited in the better land!

GENERAL J. E. B. STUART IN THE GETTYSBURG
CAMPAIGN

A REPLY TO COLONEL JOHN S. MOSBYI

By RANDOLPH HARRISON McKiM, late First Lieutenant and
A. D. C. Third Brigade, General Edward Johnson's
Division, Army of Northern Virginia

Col. John S. Mosby, the brave and able commander of a
famous partisan corps in Virginia during the Civil War, has
published a book in exposition of the part borne by Gen. J. E.
B. Stuart's cavalry in the Gettysburg campaign, and in
defence of that heroic officer from the unfavorable criticism
passed on his course in that campaign.2 The splendid
services of Jeb Stuart to the Southern cause are written
on the heart of the Southern people; and his superb leader
ship in that brilliant, though mistaken, raid round the
Federal Army between June 27th and July 1st, and, later,
his invaluable service on the retreat from Gettysburg, are,
I think, universally acknowledged. They were long ago
celebrated, among others, by General Fitzhugh Lee in his
description of the Gettysburg campaign contained in his
life of Gen. Robert E. Lee, pp. 265-2G6.3 The most brilliant
cavalry officer of the Army of Northern Virginia did not

1 An address delivered before the Lee Camp Confederate Veterans,
Richmond, Va., Jan. 21, 1910.

2 "Stuart's Cavalry in the Gettysburg campaign," 1908. He
also published in November, 1908, an article on the same subject in
the " Journal of the Military Service Institution," to which I replied
in the same journal, May, 1910.

3 It is remarkable that Colonel Mosby should include Gen. Fitz Lee

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have to wait for Colonel Mosby to sing his praises in the
year 1908.

But there have been, and are, many of the soldiers of
Lee, who, though they yield to none in their admiration
of General Stuart, nevertheless are of opinion that he
made several serious errors of judgment in the Gettysburg
campaign, and that these contributed not a little to the
Confederate failure. Unfortunately, these recent publi
cations of Colonel Mosby are of such a character that it
is necessary to reopen this painful subject, and to speak as
plainly as that writer has done. This is the more necessary
because his argument is so plausible, and is stated with
so much dialectical skill, that only the very careful reader
is likely to detect its fallacies.

Colonel Mosby first impeaches the accuracy of both of
General Lee's Reports of the Battle of Gettysburg (of
July 31st, 1863, and January, 1864) in several important
statements made therein; viz.: 1. That General Lee was in
ignorance of Hooker's movements until the night of June
28th, 1863, when General Longstreet's scout reported his
army approaching South Mountain; 2. That General Lee
then, and therefore, changed his plan and ordered his
army to concentrate east of South Mountain; 3. That
it had been Lee's intention to concentrate at Harrisburg
and that he ordered Hill and Longstreet to that place
after reaching Chambersburg; 4. That "the absence of
the cavalry rendered it impossible to obtain accurate in
formation" of the movements and position of the Federal
Army.

This serious impeachment of General Lee's accuracy in
regard to the particulars of his own campaign is largely

among those who have thrown the blame of the Gettysburg campaign
on Stuart. For General Lee says: "This officer has been unjustly
criticised for not being in front of Lee's army at Gettysburg, but Lee
and Longstreet must be held responsible for his route." ("Life of
General Lee, " p. 265.)

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based on a letter taken from General Lee's Official Letter
Book, and dated at Chambersburg, June 28th, 7.30 A.M.,
in which General Lee says to General Ewell:

"I wrote you last night stating that General Hooker was
reported to have crossed the Potomac and is advancing by
way of Middletown, the head of his column being at that
point in Frederick County. I directed you in my letter to
move your forces to this point."

Colonel Mosby declares that this letter refutes " every
word" of the statements of General Longstreet, Colonel
Marshall, General Long, Colonel Walter Taylor, General
Fitz Lee, and General Lee's own report in regard to the
campaign in the particulars above named. He further says
that General Swell's and General Early's reports show that
the movement against Harrisburg was arrested on June
27th, and thus agree with the statements of the letter of
June 28th, which he quotes.

Now I affirm, on the contrary, that the reports of Ewell
and Early are irreconcilable with the accuracy of the date
of this famous letter. Nobody can reconcile this letter,
as dated (June 28th, 7.30 A.M.), with the indisputable
facts of the campaign. The genuineness of the letter is
undisputed — it is in the well-known handwriting of Colonel
Venable, of Lee's staff — but the accuracy of the date is
called in question. Suppose it to have been written on
June 29th, and it is then in complete harmony with Gen
eral Lee's report, with the statements of his staff on the
points at issue, and with the reports of General Long-
street, General Ewell, and General Early.

Now this famous letter turns out to have been copied in
the letter book of General Lee from memory, by Col. Charles
Venable. It is marked thus: "From memory — sketch of
a letter,"

It is not the original letter. It was copied afterward
some time before July 1st — the date of the next letter. It
cannot therefore have the same authority as the original

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would have. Especially on the question of date, it is more
liable to error. Let us now suppose that there was a mistake
in the date, and that it should have been dated "June 29th,
7.30 A.M.," instead of June 28th, 7.30 A.M." l Then the
first order to Ewell to march back from Carlisle written
"last night" would be dated June 28th, not June 27th.

If this hypothesis harmonizes with the reports of Ewell
and Lee and with the dates when the divisions of the Third
Corps began their march to Cashtown, then the probability
of its correctness becomes very strong.

It seems to me it does thus harmonize.

Consider that such a despatch was of supreme importance,
and would therefore be sent as fast as a courier could carry
it. Colonel Marshall testifies that it was long after ten P.M.,
June 28th, when he found General Lee in conference with
the scout who brought the intelligence of Hooker's move
ments. Even if the despatch was not sent until midnight,
General Ewell might easily have received it by six in the
morning, for it is, as Colonel Mosby reminds us, only thirty
miles from Chambersburg to Carlisle.

Now, if it was written on the 27th, and received by Ewell
early on the morning of the 28th, why did Gen. Edward
Johnson's division not receive orders to march back south
ward from Carlisle till nine A.M., on the 29th, as my diary
proves? (I was a staff officer in Johnson's division and
kept a careful diary of the campaign.) But, if it was written
on the 28th, despatched at midnight, and received by Ewell
by six or seven A.M., of the 29th, orders to Gen. Edward
Johnson and to General Rodes might well have been issued
as early as nine A.M.

Again, if Ewell received the order on the morning of the
29th, it exactly harmonizes with his statement in his report
that he "was starting on the 29th" for Harrisburg "when
ordered by the general commanding to join the main

1 Since writing the above I have learned that Colonel Stribling
has made a similar suggestion, but I have not yet seen his paper.

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body of the army." He says, "I was starting on the 29th
for that place when ordered by the general commanding
to join the main body of the army at Cashtown."

Again, it appears that Johnson's reserve artillery and
trains were passing through Chambersburg after midnight
of the 29th. Mr. Jacob Hoke, Mosby's authority, says it
was between one and two A.M. From this Colonel Mosby
infers they "must have started on the evening of the 28th."
But why? If they had started at nine or ten A.M., on the
29th, could not the head of the train have covered thirty
miles and reached Chambersburg by one or two hours after
midnight? Thirty miles in sixteen hours is not at all
extraordinary, especially in an emergency. Mr. Hoke,
whom Mosby cites as a witness, says the trains were
moving "hurriedly" — "at a trot." This shows they were
making a forced march.1

Turn now to Early's report. He says that on the evening
of the 29th he received General EwelPs instructions to move
back to the west side of South Mountain, together with a
copy of Lee's order to him — evidently the first order.
Now if my hypothesis is correct, and if Ewell received Lee's
letter in the early hours of the 29th, what was to prevent
Capt. Elliott Johnson from riding from Carlisle to York, a dis
tance of thirty-six miles, as Colonel Mosby points out, between
eight A.M. and five P.M.? I myself rode for Gen. Geo. H.
Steuart fifty miles by daylight on June 23rd, in Pennsyl
vania. But on the supposition that Ewell received that
famous letter and order on the morning of the 28th, how
can we account for the fact that Early did not receive
Swell's order till the evening of the 29th?

I submit that these facts make it beyond contradiction
that there is an error in the date of the letter as it was copied
from memory. The supposition that General Lee sent

1 If this was the artillery of Col. Snowden Andrews, that was camped
five miles south of Carlisle, so that it had only twenty-five miles to
march to Ghambersburg.

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that letter to Ewell on the night of June 27th bristles with
improbabilities. There is the improbability that Lee would
have waited till the 30th to order Hill and Longstreet to
march to Cashtown. There is the improbability that an
order of such importance would not be despatched with due
military expedition. Its omission from Lee's letter book
is suggestive of haste. It was written at night, and would
seem to have been despatched at once without taking time
to copy it in the letter book. This increases the improba
bility that it would not be sent post haste to Ewell.

Then there is the improbability that Ewell, having received
so supremely important an order, should have put off its
execution for twenty-four hours — from the morning of
the 28th to the morning of the 29th. Again, there is the
improbability that he should have waited twenty-four hours
before he sent his staff officer to transmit General Lee's
order to General Early at York. Then, finally, there is the
improbability that General Longstreet and Colonel Taylor
and Colonel Marshall and General Long and General Lee
himself should all have believed and stated that the news
of the proximity of Hooker should have been brought by
a scout on the 28th, if the fact was really known on the 27th.

Colonel Mosby's whole argument on this point hinges
on the accuracy of the date of the letter or rather "sketch
of a letter" written down from memory. It appears to
me immensely more likely that Colonel Venable made a
mistake of date in writing that sketch of Lee's letter than
that all the improbabilities I have enumerated should have
occurred.

Colonel Mosby says: "Nobody can reconcile this letter
with Lee's report." Neither can anybody reconcile this
letter, as dated, with the facts of the campaign as reflected
in the reports of Ewell and Early. Either Colonel Venable
in writing the letter from memory made a mistake in dating
it the 28th, or General Lee and General Longstreet and
General Long and Colonel Marshall and Colonel Taylor

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were all mistaken in the belief that the change in the plans
of the campaign was due to the arrival of a scout on the
night of the 28th. Which is the more likely supposition?
If it was written on the 29th, it is in complete harmony
with General Lee's report. But even if it were granted
that Lee knew on the 27th of June that Hooker had crossed
the Potomac, that fact would not advance one step the
contention of Colonel Mosby that Lee had no need of
Stuart's cavalry with his army during those critical days
from June 27th to July 1st.

In order to confirm his denial that General Lee intended
to concentrate his army at Harrisburg, Colonel Mosby
points to the fact that A. P. Hill's corps was turned east
ward on its arrival at Chambersburg and camped near
Fayetteville. This, he thinks, conclusive against any such
intention. But General Hill in his report says ("Rebellion
Records," Vol. XXVII, pt. 2, p. 606):

"On the morning of June 29th, the Third Corps -
was encamped on the road from Chambersburg to Gettys
burg, near the village of Fayetteville. I was directed to
move on this road in the direction of York, and to cross the
Susquehanna, menacing the communications of Harrisburg
with Philadelphia, and to cooperate with General Ewell."
These doubtless were the orders written by Colonel Marshall
the night of the 28th of June.

General Early also in his report says it had been his
intention to cross the Susquehanna by the bridge at Wrights-
ville and move up the left bank of that river against Harris
burg.

Thus General Early, General Hill, and General Ewell
all testify that they had been ordered to move against Harris
burg; yet Colonel Mosby asserts that Lee had no such
plan, though it is stated in both his reports, as well as by
his staff officers.

It may be granted that there are certain inaccuracies in
the reports of the battle signed by General Lee, but it is

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asking too much of our credulity to have us suppose that
General Lee did not know when and why he changed his
plan of campaign at Chambersburg. There are also inac
curacies in General Stuart's report, as when he says that
General Lee informed him it was likely one column of the
army would move through Gettysburg, the other through
Carlisle. What General Lee wrote was that one column
would move through Emmitsburg, the other through
Chambersburg.

And now as to the second, and main, point of Colonel
Mosby's contention that Gen. J. E. B. Stuart acted in
strict accordance with General Lee's instructions between
the 23d of June and the 2d of July. What were General
Lee's instructions to General Stuart? He wrote to Ewell
that he had instructed General Stuart "to march with
three brigades across the Potomac and place himself on
your right and in communication with you, keep you advised
of the movements of the enemy, and assist in collecting
supplies for the army." To General Stuart himself Lee
wrote on June 22d, "You can move with the other three
(brigades) into Maryland and take position on General
EwelPs right, place yourself in communication with him,
guard his flank, keep him informed of the enemy's movements
and collect all the supplies you can for the use of the army.
One column of Ewell's army will probably move toward
the Susquehanna by the Emmittsburg route, another by
Chambersburg."

[Observe that when General Lee gave General Stuart
this order to take position on General Ewell's right, that
officer was just leaving Hagerstown. In his report (" Rebel
lion Records," Vol. XXVII, pt. 2, p. 443) he says that on
June 22d he "received orders from the commanding general
to take Harrisburg, and next morning Rodes and Johnson
commenced their march into Pennsylvania."]

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This order was repeated in a letter to General Stuart
dated June 23, a part of which I quote:

HEADQUARTERS, ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA,

June 23, 1863, 3.30 P.M.
Major-General J. E. B. Stuart, Commanding Cavalry:

General, . . .

If General Hooker's army remains inactive you can leave
two brigades to watch him, and withdraw with the three
others, but should he not appear to be moving northward,
I think you had better withdraw this side of the mountain
to-morrow night, cross at Shepherdstown next day, and
move over to Fredericktown.

You will, however, be able to judge whether you can pass
around their army without hindrance, doing them all the
damage you can, and cross the river east of the mountains.
In either case, after crossing the river, you must move on
and feel the right of Ewell's troops, collecting information,
provisions, etc.

Give instructions to the commander of the brigades
left behind to watch the flank and rear of the army, and
(in the event of the enemy leaving their front) retire from
the mountains west of the Shenandoah, leaving sufficient
pickets to guard the passes, and bringing everything clean
along the valley, closing upon the rear of the army.

I am very respectfully and truly yours,
(Signed) R. E. LEE, General.

Thus, in the very last communication received by General
Stuart from General Lee, the order was emphatically
given that as soon as he crossed the river, he should place
his command on Swell's right and march with him toward
the Susquehanna.

The commanding general indicated Frederick as Stuart's
first objective, and he thought he had better cross the river
at Shepherdstown, but gave him the option of crossing

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east of the Blue Ridge if he could do so without hindrance.
General Stuart found Hooker's army in the way — a
big "hindrance" surely — but yet chose to cross east of
the Ridge, thus cutting himself off from both Ewell and
Lee.

Now, the first question is, Did General Stuart carry out
the above instruction and do these things? The history
of the campaign shows that he did none of these things.
He was not on Swell's right in the march toward the Sus-
quehanna; he did not guard his flank; he did not keep him
advised of the movements of the enemy. The second
question is, Did General Lee give Stuart discretion to take
such a route as, in the event, prevented his carrying out
these instructions? Was he allowed to cross the Potomac
east of the Blue Ridge, and pass "by the enemy's rear,"
and so find himself in such a position that he could not carry
out those instructions?

Now Colonel Mosby here puts a gloss on the record, and
represents that General Lee instructed General Stuart
to "move into Pennsylvania and join Ewell on the Susque-
hanna." (Page 88.) Throughout the whole discussion he
again and again represents General Lee's order in this way,
as an order to proceed to the Susquehanna and join General
Ewell. (Pages 89, 91, 154, 180.)

But this is not what General Lee ordered him to do, but
to place himself on EwelPs right in the latter's movement
"toward the Susquehanna" to guard his flank and keep
him informed of the enemy's movement. Colonel Mosby
eliminates all this and represents the order received by
General Stuart to be to "join Ewell on the Susquehanna"
and then "act as Ewell's chief of cavalry." (Page 89.)
Again, " Lee had informed Stuart that he would find Ewell
on the Susquehanna." (Page 180.)

Lee had done nothing of the kind. I submit that this
is a complete misreading, or misstatement, of General
Lee's instructions. Though General Lee and General

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Longstreet both suggested that Stuart should cross east of
the Blue Ridge and pass in the rear of Hooker's army, it was
evidently the intention that he should, as soon as possible,
connect with General Ewell in his northward march "toward
the Susquehanna." General Stuart himself says in his
report that he was directed "to proceed with all despatch
to join the right of the army in Pennsylvania."

In his zeal to justify General Stuart, Colonel Mosby
has misread, and so misstated, the records. Such careless
ness in a crucial point like this is inexcusable.

Here let it be noted that, in order to interpret correctly
the meaning and intent of General Lee's communications
to General Stuart in those critical days, June 22-24, it is
essential to place before the mind's eye the situation of the
two armies at the time. General Stuart in his report says:

"I submitted to the commanding general the plan of
leaving a brigade or so in my present front, and, passing
through Hopewell or some other gap in the Bull Run Moun
tains, attain the enemy's rear, passing between his main
body and Washington, and cross into Maryland, joining
our army north of the Potomac. The commanding general
wrote me authorizing this move if I deemed it practicable."

Now, at the time of this correspondence, Swell's corps,
whose right flank Stuart was "to guard," was just beginning
its march northward from Hagerstown, and General Hooker's
army was in Virginia. General Stuart's plan, then, con
templated passing round General Hooker's rear, while his
army was still south of the Potomac; and General Lee's
authorization contemplated that, and that only. It did not
authorize Stuart to carry out his plan of passing round
the enemy's rear after the enemy had transferred his army
to the north side of the Potomac. Colonel Mosby confirms
this view, for he says (p. 212): "The orders contemplated
Stuart's crossing the Potomac in advance of both armies."

And General Stuart's plan, proposed to General Lee,
and to which he understood General Lee agreed, was, to

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use the words of his report, "to cross into Maryland, joining
our army north of the Potomac." He gives no intimation
that he understood that he was to join Ewell "on the Sus-
quehanna," as Colonel Mosby states the case. General
Stuart also tells us that General Lee "directed me, after
crossing, to proceed with all despatch to join the right of
the army in Pennsylvania."

Colonel Mosby himself says: "The object was to go the
most direct route to Ewell." (Page 212.)

Precisely here was the error of judgment committed by
the gallant Stuart — he did not keep in view the main
object of his expedition, which was to cooperate with Ewell
in his march from the Maryland line to Harrisburg. This,
the first and principal duty imposed upon the chief of cavalry
by the commanding general, was subordinated to the sec
ondary and incidental object of damaging General Hooker's
communications and making a raid around his army.

When General Stuart discovered that the Federal Army
was moving to cross the Potomac, which it did three days
before he crossed at Seneca Ford, two things should have
been considered by him, first, that the reason given by
General Longstreet for the suggestion that he should pass
in the rear of the Federal Army (viz., that his passage of the
Potomac by Shepherdstown "would disclose our plans") no
longer existed, for evidently the enemy had discovered Lee's
northern movement and were following him; and, second,
that General Lee's permission to pass around the rear of
the Federal Army did not apply to the situation now
developed when the Federal Army had left Virginia. He
had permission to make that movement only if there was
no "hindrance" in the way. To take that course now (after
June 25th) would completely prevent the main object of
his expedition, which was to "join the right of the army in
Pennsylvania" on its march "toward the Susquehanna."

These observations receive support from the comment
of an able and accomplished military critic, Captain Cecil

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Battine. In his " Crisis of the Confederacy" (1905) he
says, referring to General Stuart's raid:

"By the light of what happened, it may now be said that
the raid was a mistake, and especially when Stuart found
the Federal Army to be moving northward did he commit
an error of judgment in attempting to traverse its lines
of communication, thus severing his connection with Lee
at the crisis of the campaign." (Page 156.)

"Balancing what might be gained against what was certain
to be lost for the invading army by the absence of the best
half of the cavalry with its distinguished chief, the same
judgment must be made as Jackson pronounced on Stone-
man's raid six weeks earlier." (Page 158.)

" Having acquired this knowledge (that the Federal Army
was marching north), Stuart would certainly have done
well to have marched up the right bank of the Potomac and
so made sure of rejoining the army, but his character was
not one to lightly abandon an enterprise which he had
once undertaken." (Page 160.)

Colonel Henderson, the distinguished author of the " Life
of Stonewall Jackson," is of the same opinion. He says:
" Stuart forgot for once that to cover the march of the army
and to send in timely information are services of far greater
importance than cutting the enemy's communications and
harassing his rear." ("The Science of War," p. 303.)

It must also be acknowledged, I think, that Stuart erred
in judgment again in the course he took after he had brought
his five thousand horsemen across the Potomac during the
night of June 27th. Instead of proceeding "with all des
patch" to join Ewell, he stopped to break up the canal, to
intercept and capture boats (at least a dozen of them), and
burn them. He also captured a great wagon train and
"took it along." Some of the teamsters were chased into
the suburbs of Washington. That was on the morning of
the 28th. These proceedings consumed valuable time that
should have been devoted to marching to Ewell. By that

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time Lee was at Chambersburg and Ewell had already
been one day at Carlisle. Was it not Stuart's duty to
make all speed to overtake Ewell, as three precious days
had been lost? And could he do this encumbered by cap
tured wagon trains? It is about seventy-five or eighty
miles from Seneca Ford to York, which could readily have
been covered by Stuart's horsemen in two marches if that
was his objective. He knew that Hooker had crossed the
Potomac and was marching northward. Then would it
not seem that his supreme purpose should have been to
march day and night and to place himself in communication
with Ewell, and be at hand for whatever service his cavalry
could render? He does not seem to have been of that
opinion, for he had only gone as far as Westminster by the
evening of the 29th. Now Westminster is about fifty miles
or less from Seneca Ford, where he had crossed. Had he
pressed on, the morning of the 28th, he could easily have
reported to General Early at York (thirty miles farther)
before nightfall of the 29th, not long after that officer
received orders to march to Cashtown, or certainly before
daybreak of the 30th. In either case he would not have
made the fruitless march to Carlisle on July the 1st, but
would have marched with Early on the 30th, and would
almost certainly have been interposed between the enemy
and the infantry of Early and Hill, and would thus probably
have prevented the battle from being precipitated by Hill
on the morning of July 1st. Since writing the above, I
find that Colonel Henderson reached the same conclusion.
(See his "Science of War," p. 289.)

There can be no doubt that the march of Stuart's horse
men was seriously impeded by the captured wagon train
which he "took along." l Colonel Mosby admits (page 191)

1 This is also the judgment of Gen. E. P. Alexander, who says (page
375): "In saving a large number of wagons instead of burning them,
and in delaying twelve hours to parole his prisoners instead of bringing
along the officers and letting the men go, Stuart committed fatal

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that he might have reached York on the 30th instead of
July the 1st, if he had burned the wagons. He crossed the
river the night of the 27th, and York is about eighty miles
from the ford. More important is the statement of General
Stuart himself in his report in more than one place. Thus,
on page 695, "Rebellion Records," Vol. XVII, he says,
speaking of the engagement at Hanover:

"If my command had been well closed now, this cavalry
column would have been at our mercy; but, owing to the
great elongation of the column, by reason of the 200 wagons
and hilly roads, Hampton was a long way behind, and Lee
was not yet heard from on the left."

Again, on page 696, he says:

"Our wagon train was now a subject of serious embarrass
ment, but I thought by making a de*tour of the right by
Jefferson, I could save it."

Two possibilities were eliminated by the drag put on
General Stuart's column by the captured wagon train:
1. But for the delay thus occasioned he might have marched
from Westminster to Gettysburg by Littletown, as appar
ently he hoped to do, for he could have reached West
minster certainly by the morning of the 29th, instead of
at sundown (for that place is only forty-five or fifty
miles from Seneca ford), and at that earlier hour he prob
ably would not have found the Federal cavalry on that road.1
That cavalry reached Littletown during the night of the 29th.

blunders." And he adds, "The delay caused to subsequent marches
by the long wagon train, and the embarrassment of protecting it, was
responsible for the loss of time, which made, on the whole, a sad failure
of the expedition."

JIn his report General Stuart says he reached Westminster at
five P.M. and camped at Union Mills, midway between Westminster
and Littletown, on the Gettysburg road (page 695). Scouts reported
that the Federal cavalry had reached Littletown during the night.
But for this it would appear Stuart would have marched to Gettysburg.
Instead he marched to Hanover. General Kilpatrick in his report
says "Stuart was making for Littletown."

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2. Had he decided instead to press on through Hanover to
York he would have been able to effect a junction with Gen
eral Early at York by the evening of the 29th, or the early
morning of the 30th, and his superb leadership would then have
been available in the march from York to Cashtown on the
30th, and in the operations on the fateful 1st of July.

Certainly it is not strange that General Lee should have
been surprised that he had no intelligence from General
Stuart between the 23d of June and the 2d of July; and
the question is whether that long delay was unavoidable
under the circumstances in which General Stuart found
himself after he parted with General Lee. Colonel Mosby
says General Lee had studied astronomy and knew the
nature of an eclipse. Yes, but General Lee was not sur
prised at the eclipse, but at the length of its duration. He
sent couriers in every direction to gain, if possible, news
of General Stuart. Colonel Mosby insists it was no part
of General Stuart's duty to report to General Lee the move
ments of Hooker's army. Yet Stuart himself writes in

Gen. E. P. Alexander, in his important work, page 375, says that had
General Stuart's column "here followed the direct road via Little-
town to Gettysburg, only about sixteen miles away, it could have
occupied Gettysburg before 11 A. M. on the 30th, when it would have
found itself in good position in front of Lee's army, then concentrated
at Cashtown." And he adds that in that case "Lee's army would
have occupied some strong position between Cashtown and Gettys
burg, and the onus of attack would have been on the Federals, as had
been the plan of the campaign."

It would have been natural for General Stuart to make Gettysburg
his objective, for in his report he says he had been instructed that one
column of our army would move "by Gettysburg." His language
is not conclusive as to whether he had meant to march by Littletown
and Gettysburg, but it is a natural inference from what he says that
but for the news that during the night of the 29th the Federal cavalry
had reached Littletown, he would have marched to that place and so
on to Gettysburg. But for that unnecessary and fatal delay he would
have been at Littletown before the Federals, and could have reached
Gettysburg by the early morning of the 30th.

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his report, " It was important for me to reach our column with
as little delay as possible, to acquaint the commanding
general with the nature of the enemy's movements, as well
as to place with his column my cavalry force." (Page 695.)

Colonel Mosby tells us of Stuart's energetic action in
Hooker's rear between the 27th of June and the 1st of July;
but General Lee did not instruct him to destroy Hooker's
trains, or to damage the canal, or to break Hooker's com
munication with Washington, or to burn the railroad bridge
at Sykesville, but "after crossing the river (at Shepherds-
town, or Seneca), you must move on and feel the right of
Swell's troops, collecting information, provisions, etc."
It was a brilliant raid, executed with great skill and with
marvellous endurance and intrepidity — but it was not
ordered by General Lee, and the results were very un
satisfactory.

Does it not appear reasonable that General Stuart,
having been, even if without fault of his own, delayed two
days in crossing the Potomac, would then have felt, if he
was to perform the service entrusted to him by General
Lee on the 23d of June, he must march with all possible
haste, by the shortest practicable route, to place himself
in touch with General Ewell?

Did he do this? Or, did not his eager and aggressive
nature lead him to undertake enterprises which greatly
delayed his march? The infantry of the Fifth Corps of the
Federal Army was only one day behind Stuart's column at
Westminster, though when he began his movement that
corps was in Virginia.

But there is a previous question. When Longstreet and
Hill had crossed the Potomac, and Hooker, learning the
fact, had followed, the plans of the Confederate commander
were, as I have stated, revealed to General Hooker, and the
reason given for Stuart's march being made in rear of the
Federal Army, no longer existed. Should not that officer
then have reverted to the other route and crossed at Shep-

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herdstown so as to be able to carry out his instructions as
promptly as possible? Was not this course also the more
important when he found that he could not cross the Potomac
on the 25th, because the Federal columns were moving
north? His cavalry had been assigned a definite part in
the campaign then opened — that is, to guard Swell's flank,
keep him informed of the enemy's movements, and collect
supplies for the army. Everything should have been
subordinated to the accomplishment of this end. Had it
been, General Stuart would have resisted the temptation
to break the Federal communications with Washington,
and to capture and carry off the enemy's wagon train, and
would have joined Ewell several days before he did. How
ever brilliant and daring his operations in Hooker's rear,
and however beneficial their results, it is not pertinent
to the question at issue, which is simply this: Did General
Stuart exert himself with whole-hearted energy to carry
out the instructions he received, and in the most expeditious
manner? In so critical and fateful a movement as the
invasion of Pennsylvania, it was supremely important
that every officer should carry out the orders of the com-
mander-in-chief with the strictest fidelity and exactness.
As a matter of fact, Ewell made his march to the Susque-
hanna (starting on June 23d from Hagerstown) without
receiving any aid from General Stuart. That officer
was not able to accomplish any of the things he was charged
to do in connection with Ewell's advance. And he was
not able to accomplish them because, first, he took the
course behind the Federal Army when the reason for that
line of march no longer existed and when the circumstances
under which he had received permission to do so had com
pletely changed; and, secondly, because having crossed the
Potomac on the 27th, he did not then march as directly
and as expeditiously as possible, to effect a junction with
General Ewell. It cannot be supposed that when Lee
gave Stuart his instructions on June 22d, he had any idea

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that that officer would not report to General Ewell until
the 1st of July — the ninth day afterward.

Colonel Mosby says that Stuart's cavalry could not
have been of any material service to Lee even had they
been present at Gettysburg from the beginning of the battle,
and yet he says (page 189) that "the withdrawal of Buford's
cavalry left Sickles' flank in the peach orchard uncovered —
'in the air,'" "and that Longstreet took advantage of it and
struck him a stunning blow." These two statements are
inconsistent. Colonel Henderson is of opinion that the
skilful handling of the Federal cavalry "practically decided
the issue of the conflict." ("Science of War," p. 278.)

Colonel Mosby makes much of the alleged inconsistency
of the statement in General Lee's report of Jan., 1864, that
Stuart was instructed "to lose no time in placing his command
on the right of our column as soon as he perceived the enemy
moving northward," with the orders he actually received
to accompany the column of General Ewell. But is there
any inconsistency? In using this language, Lee was thinking
of his army as a unit, and could not have meant that he
expected Stuart to be with Longstreet when he had ordered
him to be with Ewell, as is stated in the report which Mosby
criticises. This is explicitly stated in the same report a
sentence or two before the allusion to "the right of our
column." "Our column," in the connection in which it
stands, can only mean General Swell's column. Such
criticism is captious and unfair.

In analyzing Colonel Mosby's defence of General Stuart,
and pointing out what I consider his mistakes, I have had
no desire to associate myself with those who seek to cast
the whole responsibility for the failure of the Gettysburg
campaign on the shoulders of the commander-in-chief
of the cavalry of the Army of Northern Virginia. General
A. P. Hill, General Ewell, General Longstreet —especially
the last — must all share it with him. I think it must be
acknowledged that the battle was precipitated by the un-

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authorized advance of General Hill on July 1st. I think
also that Colonel Mosby is right in the opinion that Lee
had no intention of fighting a general battle at Gettysburg:
he was dragged into it by his lieutenant. But on the other
hand, I think that if General Stuart had been with Early,
as he might and ought to have been, on the night of the
29th, or the morning of the 30th,1 his cavalry would in all
probability have prevented the rash advance of General
Hill. Marching from York to Cashtown on the 30th, by
way of Heidlersburg, he would have felt the enemy, ascer
tained his position and his strength and left no excuse for
that reconnoisance which prematurely brought on the battle
on a field Lee had not selected. . . . Colonel Mosby's book
involves very serious strictures on General Lee, which his
soldiers are loath to accept save on the most incontrovertible
evidence. He asks us to believe, as I have said, that the
report of the Gettysburg campaign which General Lee
signed in January, 1864, not only reflects gross injustice
on General Stuart, but bristles with inconsistencies and
grievous mistakes on points of capital importance. It is
incredible that these two reports of the battle were signed
by General Lee without reading them. It is inconsistent
with his habit in other cases. We know that he took time
to read General Pickett's report of the battle. Why not
then read his own reports? And if General Lee read them,
then certainly their salient statements, to say the least,
have the stamp of his authority. But Colonel Mosby
asserts that it was not Lee's purpose on the 28th of June to
advance against Harrisburg, though he says so in his report,
and though Colonel Marshall says he himself sent orders to
that effect to Hill and Longstreet on the night of the 28th.

Colonel Mosby says, page 191, if Stuart had arrived on the
30th at York "he could not have communicated with Lee." No,
but he would have received the orders Lee had issued for concentra
tion at Cashtown, and he would have marched that day with Early
toward Cashtown.

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He insists also that the change of plan and the orders to
concentrate at Cashtown were not the consequence of the
intelligence brought by a scout on June 28th, although
General Lee affirms it in his report. No matter: Colonel
Mosby knows better; he is sure that Lee had ordered Ewell
back from Carlisle on the 27th, and he is satisfied of this
by the letter in Lee's letter book, not copied, but written
from memory afterward by Colonel Venable. His whole
argument on this point rests, as I have said, on the accuracy
of the date of that letter. I have shown that, on the hypo
thesis of an error in date, the 28th instead of the 29th,
the inconsistencies Colonel Mosby alleges disappear.1

1 Colonel Mosby is of the opinion that the scout who came in at
Ghambersburg late on June 28th was as unreal as Caesar's ghost at
Philippi. "No spy came in at Chambersburg," he says. Yet General
Longstreet positively affirmed it. General Lee's report states it aa
a fact and Colonel Marshall says that he was sent for to General Lee's
tent after ten P.M., June 28th, and found him in conference with a
man in citizen's dress, who proved to be General Longstreet's scout.
This is a threefold cord of testimony not to be easily rent asunder by
the ipse dixit of Colonel Mosby. What appears conclusive proof to
Colonel Mosby that the story of the scout is a myth is the statement,
in after years coupled with it, that the said scout also brought intelli
gence of the appointment of General Meade that very day to the com
mand of the Army of the Potomac; but there is no mention of this in
General Lee's report. It may be a later edition to the original story.
But whether true or false, it does not concern the defenders of the
accuracy of General Lee's statement in his report. It is not alluded
to either in that report or in the report of General Longstreet. How
ever, the fact is that General Hooker telegraphed his resignation on
the evening of June 27th. Meade was at once appointed in his place,
and the news of his appointment reached Frederick in the forenoon
of June 28th. Colonel Mosby thinks it impossible that the alleged
scout could have carried this news so soon from Frederick to Longstreet
at Chambersburg. But if by some chance the said scout learned the news
in the forenoon of the 28th, is it certain he could not have travelled
fifty-five miles before eleven P.M.? President Roosevelt could have done
it; perhaps he could. I do not think his quotation from Colonel Free-
mantle proves that the news of Hooker's being suspended was not
received by Longstreet until the 30th of June. But, as I have said,

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Now General Lee's report does reflect on General Stuart,
so far as to intimate surprise that he did not report to Ewell
or to Lee before the 2d of July, and it reflects the feeling
of the commander-in-chief that he was greatly embarrassed
by this absence. But it leaves it an open question whether
that absence was unavoidable. Now, if there was one
feature in Lee's character that was conspicuous and unde
niable, it was his magnanimity. He showed it in a remark
able degree at Gettysburg, and when he states in his report
the fact of Stuart's absence, and the embarrassment it
caused him, his soldiers feel that the statement is to be
accepted as absolutely true. Military critics at once
recognize that the absence of the cavalry was the most
serious drawback to the success of the campaign. We
think Lee was a better judge than Colonel Mosby whether
the cavalry of Stuart, under such a superb leader as he was,
would have contributed to the success of the campaign,
or would have, at least, prevented the precipitation of the
battle when and where it occurred.

I do not think Colonel Mosby has shown that Stuart
was without blame, and I therefore feel that part of the
responsibility (I do not say the larger part) for the failure
of the campaign must rest on him. And when I say this,
I nevertheless yield to none in my admiration of that superb
soldier whose military genius and magnificent intrepidity
place him so high among the great leaders of the Confederate
Army.

the question is of no importance in the argument on behalf of the
accuracy of General Lee's statement in his report.

Gen. E. P. Alexander is another witness on both these points. He
says (page 379), that on June 28th, General Lee still believed Hooker
had not crossed the Potomac; that he issued orders for an advance
of his whole army next day upon Harrisburg; but that his plan was
changed by the arrival of General Longstreet's scout about midnight
of the 28th, with news that Hooker had crossed into Maryland, and
that he had been superseded.

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It is greatly to be regretted that Colonel Mosby should
have deemed it proper, in defending General Stuart against
what he considers unjust criticism, to indulge in these
strictures upon the conduct and the military judgment of
General Lee. He declares, as we have seen, that General
Lee was absolutely in error in several of the salient and most
important points of his reports. Or, if we wish to save
General Lee's reputation in these respects, he suggests an
alternative, inconsistent with Lee's whole character and
record, and dishonorable to him as a responsible officer;
viz., that he signed his reports without reading them. Was
Lee then an automaton to do the bidding of Colonel Marshall,
his military secretary?

Again, in referring to General Lee's suggestion before he
embarked on the Pennsylvania campaign, June 23d, that
General Beauregard should be sent to Culpeper Court
House with an army, however small, to threaten Washington,
Colonel Mosby dismisses the subject lightly with the remark
that "if it had been practicable to raise such an army, as
the campaign closed the next week at Gettysburg, it could
not have been assembled in time to render any assistance
to General Lee in the Pennsylvania campaign." (Page 84.)
Yet there were five brigades at Petersburg, Richmond,
and Guinea Station, besides three brigades in North Carolina,
and if General Beauregard and even two of these brigades
had been at once sent forward to Culpeper, they could
have reached there by rail in a few days, and the moral
effect would have been such as probably to turn back some
of Hooker's army for the defence of Washington — greatly
to Lee's advantage in the approaching battle. Captain
Battine, a military critic of ability, remarks that it would
have been "worth incurring great risks" to have drawn
four of these brigades — "to comply with this suggestion
about Beauregard." (Page 166.)

Again, Colonel Mosby challenges General Lee's statement
tha the was embarrassed by the absence of General Stuart

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with the larger part of the cavalry. Colonel Mosby knows
better — Lee had all the cavalry that he needed. It does
not appear to be necessary to ascribe infallibility to General
Lee, in order to justify the conclusion that that great soldier
probably knew better than the gallant partisan colonel
whether or not the presence of Stuart and his horsemen
could have been of great service to him in the campaign.
General Lee doubtless was not infallible, but his judgment
in military matters was, if we may say so without offence,
much less fallible than that of Colonel Mosby.

The same able writer already referred to says (p. 195) :

"Probably it was the want of information due to the lack
of cooperating cavalry which lay at the root of the halting
tactics of the Confederate leaders. Thus every move of
the enemy took them by surprise and inspired them with
unnecessary caution at the very moment when boldness
would have gained so much." (See pp. 219 and 220.)

But the most painful thrust which Colonel Mosby makes
at the reputation of General Lee is contained in the following
paragraph :

"There is a floating legend that General Lee assumed all
the blame of his defeat. He did not; his reports put all the
blame on Stuart."

That General Lee said to his soldiers after the repulse
of Pickett's charge that he was responsible for the failure
is not a "floating legend" but a well-attested fact. That
he refrained from reproaching his three lieutenants, Hill
and Ewell and Longstreet, with their share in the defeat
is another well-known fact. That he wrote to Jefferson
Davis that touching and pathetic letter asking that a younger
and better man be placed in command of the army, because
of his lack of success, is yet another proof that he assumed
the responsibility of the failure. And to say that in his
report he "put all the blame on Stuart" is a grave inac
curacy. The first report states the simple fact, without
any animadversion, that "the absence of the cavalry

STUART'S CAVALRY AT GETTYSBURG 361

rendered it impossible to obtain accurate information."
The second rehearsed the orders given General Stuart,
and added that it was expected that officer would "give
notice of the movements" of the Federal Army, but as
" nothing had been heard from him," it was "inferred that
the enemy had not yet left Virginia."1 The report leaves
it an open question whether Stuart was, or was not, to
blame for his absence and for the lack of information.
General Fitz Lee, in his life of General Lee, with these reports
before him, states that General Lee and General Longstreet
were responsible for Stuart's absence, a statement with
which I cannot agree.

The untoward conclusion of the Pennsylvania campaign
— in a drawn battle which compelled him to retreat, instead
of in the decisive victory he had a right to expect — must
have been a crushing blow to the spirit of General Lee:
and it must forever remain a splendid illustration of the
magnanimity of that great soldier that he made no attempt
to shield his military reputation behind the shortcomings
of his lieutenants. To state the consequence of the absence
of General Stuart was a part of the story — the res gestcs —
of the campaign, and could not have been omitted in any
intelligent account of the same. But to refrain, as he did,
from stating that the absence of that officer and his command
was due to a failure to strictly observe the orders he had
received — was a generous and magnanimous act which
has few parallels in military history. It is to be deeply
regretted that any officer who ever drew sword in Lee's
army should seek to tarnish the splendor of such noble
self-restraint.

On the whole I fear the careful critic will be constrained
to pass on Colonel Mosby's book the criticism that writer

1 1 have quoted on a previous page a passage from General Stuart's
report of his operations, in which he states that it was "important"
for him to "acquaint the commanding general with the movements
of the enemy."

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has passed on Colonel Marshall's work in Lee's report:
" It is a fine example of special pleading, and the composition
shows that the author possessed far more of the qualities of
an advocate than of a judge."

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