Personal recollections of Sherman's campaigns in
Georgia and the Carolinas
by Capt. George W. Pepper
Chapter Seven The
Campaign in Georgia
Kenesaw Mountain
Kenesaw Mountain, two miles and a half
North-west of Marietta, is a double hill, the higher peak rising to the
height of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-eight feet above the
level of the sea. Lost Mountain is directly West from Kenesaw, West of
the railroad, between Marietta and Dallas. Between Kennesaw Kenesaw and
Lost Mountain, is Piney Mountain, a lesser elevation. The base of
Kennesaw Kenesaw is about four miles, from East to West. The physical
appearance is varied. Girt by thick forests, whose deep shadows rest
upon the plains below, clothed with lofty and magnificent boulders, or,
projecting rock, rising abruptly in savage grandeur.
I do not know a more striking example of the power
of moral association to elevate and perpetuate the fame and interest of
a region naturally sterile or relatively unimportant, than that which is
furnished by the case of Kenesaw. How little is interest awakened
in the souls of poets, of moralists, of scholars, of artists, by the
mention of the mountains of any part of the country. They have no
stirring associations, nothing in martial achievement, nothing in moral
grandeur, to come home to the heart and wake its musings. How different
is Kenesaw Mountain, the very name of which fires the souls of all loyal
Americans.
How is this? Marathon as the battle-field of
freedom; Iona as the cradle of British Christianity; Runnymede as the
scene of the triumph of British patriotism. These are imperishable in
their interests, and so is Kenesaw mountain. Amid its bold and rugged
scenery, one of the most desperate battles of the war was fought. It was
the theatre of a bright and resplendent heroism. If the mountains of
Virginia are memorable on account of Grant's splendid battles, what
deathless recollections entwine themselves around Kenesaw, on whose
slopes many a brave patriot passed to immortal fame, and each spot of
which, we may almost say every inch of which has, some idea of vivid and
overwhelming interest connected with the personal courage of dauntless
men. Go where you will, you tread in their steps. You occupy ground
consecrated by their precious blood.
POSITION OF BOTH ARMIES.
On the day of the 25th, the rebel line was as
follows: Their right was stationed in the rear of Brush Mountain, East
of Kenesaw. The Federal army occupied a huge semi-circle running
parallel with that of the enemy, and was very compactly disposed along
the rebel lines, and in such view from Kenesaw, that the houses in
Marietta could be counted.
Schofield was on the extreme right of our line,
Blair who had joined us at Kingston, with the Seventeenth Corps, on the
extreme left, Howard and Palmer were at the centre.
Hood's Corps, twenty thousand, was on the rebel
left, Hardee, with the same number of men, was in the centre, and Loring
and French, with fifteen thousand, on the right. In addition to these
corps, were between thirty and forty thousand conscripts, making the
entire rebel force about eighty thousand.
PRELIMINARY SYMPTOMS OF BATTLE.
The morning of the 27th, the sun rose beautifully.
All was calm and serene; beneath the softened beams of sun-rise, all was
tranquility, shedding its soothing influence over the soul, and charming
into unison and sympathy with the whole panorama.
LOGAN'S GRAND ASSAULT.
The following troops, of Logan's Corps, were
furnished as the assaulting force: Lightburn's, Giles A. Smith's, with
Walcutt's Brigade, of Harrison's Division, and detachments commanded by
General Charles R. Woods, from Osterhaus' Division, all under command of
Morgan L. Smith. Lightburn was to carry the Western slope of the hill,
Giles A. Smith to charge it from the front, and Walcutt, with the aid of
General Woods, to reach the top, through the gorge that separates
Little, from Big Kenesaw. Promptly at eight o'clock, these brigades
moved out, under the vigilant eye of Logan. A dense growth of underbrush
impeded the advance. The rebel skirmish line proving stubborn, the 40th
Illinois and 46th Ohio went to the front. The rebels, with a number of
guns from Big and Little Kennesaw Kenesaw, maintained a decimating
cross-fire as our brave fellows debouched into an open field.
Nothing daunted, the gallant fellows dashed ahead,
clearing two lines of abates and palisades, which the rebels had
constructed, dislodged the enemy from a line of rifle pits, and planted
the flag almost on the summit. It was here, while thus charging them,
that the gallant Barnhill was struck by a Minnie ball and killed. The
rebels threw at our line massive rocks, stones, and showers of balls;
but amid all the tempest, the troops gallantly improvised defenses of
logs and rocks. The three brigades lost over five hundred, including
officers. General Logan rode up and down his lines, bravely inspiring
his men, by his own personal courage and heroism.
Simultaneously with the assault of Logan, the
center column moved against the rebel works. The troops engaged in the
centre were the Divisions of Davis, Newton, Woods, Baird and Stanley.
Davis' two assaulting columns were composed of Colonel John G.
Mitchell's and Colonel Dan. McCook's Brigades; forming in column by
division, they marched out on the Dallas and Marietta road. General
James D. Morgan's Brigade was held in reserve. Major General Newton's
Division was formed in three columns; Harker's Brigade forming one,
Wagner's, another, Kimball's, a third.
The gallant brigade of Wagner was composed of the
40th Indiana, 57th Indiana, 97th Ohio, 26th Ohio, 100th Illinois and
28th Kentucky; these regiments were formed in column by division. The
splendid advance of this brigade was truly magnificent, and to the eye
embraced a picture such as falls to the lot of few men to look upon in
this age. Immediately a rebel battery opened upon it, enveloping it in a
terrible hurricane of missiles. The scene defies all description. The
fearful storm of lead and iron could not check, however, the gallantry
of some of the men, for a few daring spirits of the 100th Illinois
planted their flag a short time over the enemy's ramparts. Bravery could
do no more. For one hour, enfiladed by rebel batteries, Wagner's Brigade
fought with the greatest spirit and enthusiasm.
Harker's Brigade had the left of Newton's Division,
the 125th Ohio, the 51st Illinois and 27th Illinois being the advance
regiments. Everything gave way before them. Harker was an unloosed
tornado, astride his horse. He rode amid the storm as though he ruled
it. Dashing at the head of his fearless brigade, taking off his hat, he
waved it, and called upon his braves to follow. Inspirited by the voice
of their gifted leader, fifteen dauntless soldiers sprang up and rushed
after him. Alas, brave fellows, all of them fell. The men of the brigade
never behaved more magnificently. Cool, confident and brave, they fought
with glorious energy. Harker, the fearless and high-hearted, was
mortally wounded. He was a genial and noble spirit. He had a
presentiment of his death. He said to a friend just as he went into the
fight: "I shall be killed, send this package home."
Davis' assaulting column was composed of Colonel
Dan. McCook's and Mitchell's Brigades. Palmer's Division, of the same
Corps, and Division of the Twentieth Corps supported him. McCook's
Brigade occupied the left, with the 85th Illinois in advance as
skirmishers; while Mitchell's Brigade was on the right with the 36th
Illinois. The battle here was perfectly fearful. It was a terribly
exciting scene. The contestants engaged each other at short range, and
for hours the crash of musketry was incessant. The enemy would bring up
fresh columns only to be shattered by the fiery brigades of Davis. Our
brave soldiers covered themselves with glory. It was absolutely, in many
places, a hand to hand engagement, in its literal sense, in which
superhuman energy was displayed in vain against the overwhelming column
of the enemy. Colonel McCook fell mortally wounded while leading his men
to a charge. He was a gallant soldier and perfect gentleman.
Mitchell's and Kimball's Brigades engaged the
enemy, charging with great spirit and determination. The regiments
composing these splendid Brigades, dashed against the rebels so rapidly,
loading and firing as they went, that the rebels were surprised and
discomfited. The assault is said to have been ferocious. Great clouds of
yellow dust and blue smoke from the guns and burning woods enveloped the
field and struggling combatants, and ascending from the plains settled
upon the crest of the hills in festoons of fantastic shape; but deep as
was the gloom there were flashing eyes that saw through it all, and
followed the path which led to danger and to death. The loss of these
brigades was heavy. Ten officers of the 113th Ohio, the advance
regiment, were shot down. The gallant Warner lost his right arm.
Lieutenant Colonel Shane, of the 98th Ohio, was severely wounded. In
this terrible battle no body of troops fought more gallantly, nor won
more honor than Kimball's and Mitchell's Brigades.
Simultaneous with this movement in front of the
enemy, Schofield and Hooker were engaged on the right, and Dodge and
Blair on the left. Hooker made a demonstration on the
right of Davis. Butterfield's and Geary's Divisions were in line
of battle, the latter gallantly taking an important ridge, where he
remained.
Schofield fought and drove the enemy wherever he
met him. The Second Division of his Corps advanced within three
hundred yards of the rebel fortifications. Hascall lost a hundred men
while sustaining a heavy skirmish with the enemy.
Reilly's Brigade, of General Cox's Division, boldly
advanced down the Sandtown road, crossing Olley Creek eight miles south
of Marietta, taking possession of some works, and drove the rebels.
Fifty of the rebel cavalry, commanded by Jackson, were captured by Cox.
In the bloody charge led by General Hooker against
Kenesaw, the 27th Illinois regiment was pressing upon the rebel works,
and when they approached near them, Michael Delaney, the color bearer,
rushed some ten paces forward, ahead of his regiment, and holding aloft
the starry banner of his country, shouted to his comrades to follow.
Just then a ball struck his left arm, inflicting a flesh wound, fresh
from which the blood trickled in profuse currents. Still grasping the
flag, and keeping it to the breeze, he drew his revolver, and rushing
forward, leaped upon the enemy's works, waving his flag, and firing his
pistol upon the foe. Thus standing upon the enemy's works, tearing away
the abatis with his left hand, and his colors streaming over his head,
two rebels approached him, one on each side, and thrust their bayonets
into the sides of the hero martyr. He felt the cold steel pierce to the
very quick of his young life, yet he did not falter. With the blood
gushing from his wounds, he clasped the flag to his breast, and bore it
back in safety to his comrades, calling out: "Boys, save the colors."
The noble fellow soon bled to death. Though no "star" or "eagle"
decorated his shoulders, he is one of the country's heroes; his name is
stamped among theirs, high on the Roll of Honor. Though no sculptured
marble may mark the spot of his lonely grave, among the melancholy pines
of Northern Georgia, his intrepid bravery entitles him to the homage of
the flag he so bravely bore and laid down his life to save.
Among the prisoners whom we took, all nationalities
were represented. Some of them were fierce-looking, heavily-bearded
cut-throats, while many of them were smooth-faced boys. A majority of
them express great satisfaction that they are now prisoners of war, and
declare they were conscripted and have no heart to fight. A somewhat
matured son of the Emerald Isle, whose head is sprinkled with gray, upon
being asked where he was from, promptly replied: "Ireland, by-Jasus! and
would to God that I were there to-day."
The Sixteenth Corps, Major-General Dodge, made
formidable demonstrations on the enemy's front, doing considerable
damage. The following regiments of this Corps, the 9th and 66th
Illinois, Colonel Burke of General Sweeney's Division, and the 64th
Illinois, of Veatch's Division, constituted the assailing party.
This attack was sustained by an assault in which
General Gresham, of Blair's Corps, with the 21st Indiana and 45th Ohio,
moved upon the enemy.
Dodge's entire loss was not more than a hundred and
fifty men.
THE HEROES OF THE FIGHT.
General Harker was born in New Jersey, and when the
war broke out was a Captain in the Regular Army. For a time he served as
Colonel of an Ohio regiment. Ever ready to imperil himself and his
fortune for the good of his country, or for the protection of the
oppressed, he was always alive to the calls of duty. He had a genial
heart for his friends; he had a genial home for them; he was theirs in
sunshine and shade, and when you make up the elements of a true man, you
need go no further than his character. There was no pretence, no
disguise about him; he was a modest, high toned, chivalric gentleman,
cast in the mould of
honor. He had a bright dawn, the star of his early days culminating in
splendor. The graces of his mind and manner modified the natural
rudeness of camp life, and in the absence of less exciting topics, the
stores of his beautifully enriched and well governed mind, often served
to recreate and instruct. A contemplative student in arms, he brought a
heart full of exquisite sympathies and harmonies into the rough and
fierce scenes of warfare; and with this a mature nature, which, whilst
it even refused to take delight, or much less acquiesce in what was
boisterous, vulgar, ungenerous or the least untruthful, was ever prompt
with its recognition and worship of whatever is good, though it might
have been obscure, and what was sterling, though it might have been
neither brilliant or cultured. Would that I could this evening, in this
superb Summer, strew his grave with the purple flowers which Anchises
dedicated in the Elysian fields to the young Marcellus, and that these
flowers remained of perpetual bloom and fragrance.
"Farewell gallant Harker! Thou art clothed in light;
God speed thee to Heaven, lost star of our night."
The huge stories about immense losses to Sherman which
would compel him to fall back, which were so industriously circulated by
the rebel Generals and their sympathizers in the North, were cut
suddenly short by Sherman's order for an advance movement towards
Atlanta, on the day succeeding the repulse. The retreat of Johnston from
Kenesaw Mountain and Marietta evinces that although he repulsed Sherman
on the 27th, he was in no condition to continue his resistance. It does
not appear probable that the rebel commander will risk another fight
short of the Chattahoochie. And Sherman's movements to the Nickajack and
Sandtown, indicates that it is his intention to get to the South side of
that stream as soon as his adversary.
The mouth of the Nickajack is eight, and Sandtown,
ten, miles from Atlanta--the latter being directly West of that place.
This indicates that Sherman is determined to drive his antagonist
towards Decatur, on the Augusta Railroad. The town of Marietta is an
important one. It is not only a handsome place, but it is a great
manufacturing town. Nearly all the paper used in the Gulf States is
manufactured at the mills at this place. Before the war a great amount
of business was done here; it was the first place on the railroad beyond
the mountain region of North Georgia, and consequently was a great
resort for the mountaineers.
SPORT AMONG THE PICKETS.
During the first day's skirmish on our right, two
soldiers, one from Ohio, the other from Texas, posted themselves each
behind a tree, and indulged in sundry shots, without effect on either
side, at the same time keeping up a lively chat. Finally that getting a
little tedious, Texas calls out to Ohio: "Give me a show," meaning, step
out and give me an opportunity to hit, Ohio, in response, pokes out his
head a few inches and Texas cracks away and misses. "Too high," says
Ohio. "Now give me a show." Texas pokes out his head and Ohio blazes
away. "Too low," sings Texas. In this way the two alternated several
times without hitting. Finally Ohio sends a ball so as to graze the tree
within an inch or two of the ear of Texas. "Cease firing," shouts Texas.
"Look here" says one, "we have carried on this business for one day, 'spose
we adjourn for rations." "Agreed," says the other. And so the two
marched away in different directions, one whistling "Yankee Doodle," the
other "Dixie."
General Sherman despised, or affected to despise,
the newspaper reporters. The news which their correspondence was liable
to give to the enemy, although of the deepest and most profound interest
to the country, the same intelligence might reach the enemy, when it is
of infinite moment to keep them in ignorance of the movements and
disposition of our troops. Another reason assigned for Sherman's
hostility to the Press, was the merciless criticism of the newspapers on
his celebrated declaration, that it would take two hundred thousand
soldiers to drive the rebels out of Kentucky. Subsequent results proved
that this calculation was founded in correct judgment. profound
forethought and the purest patriotism. Sherman had a righteous horror
for a set of itinerant, flattering, spongy sycophants, who made it their
business to inflate brainless staff officers, while the field and line
officers, with the brave rank and file are seldom heard of outside of
their commands.
Sherman found a safety-valve for his wrath against
the correspondents, by issuing the following order:"
Kingston, Ga., May 20, 1864.
Inasmuch, as an impression is afloat, that the
Commanding General has prohibited the mails to and from the army, he
takes this method of assuring all officers and men, on the contrary,
that, he encourages them by his influence and authority to keep up the
most unreserved correspondence with their families and friends. All
Chaplains. Staff Officers, Captains of companies, should assist the
soldiers in communicating with their families. What the Commanding
General does discourage is the existence of that class of men who will
not take up a musket and fight, but who follow our army to pick up news
for sale, and who are more used to bolster up idle and worthless
officers, than to notice the hard working and meritorious, whose modesty
is equal to their courage, and who scorn to seek the flattery of the
Press.
W. T. Sherman,
Maj. Gen.
Marietta was formerly a splendid city,
distinguished by the grandeur and magnificence of its architecture, and
the wealth and splendor of its inhabitants. The chivalry had a famous
military school here, which is a grand structure. Its halls once
resounded with joy, and reflected all the pomp of Southern aristocracy;
but, both have alike departed. A son of the Methodist Bishop Capers, was
the President of the Institution when our troops took possession of the
place. The town is now desolation.
Our forces are no more entangled in hills; aside
from the banks of the Chattahoochie, which are not very high, the whole
country is either a plain or gently undulating. The Chattahoochie river
takes its rise in the Blue Ridge. It flows in a South-westerly
direction, uniting with Flint river, and thus forming the Appalachicola.
It is small and muddy, rushing through regions which are often
unrelieved by verdure or fertility. It floats no wealth on its bosom; it
rolls not amid enchanting and unbroken loveliness, or overwhelming
sublimity. It is distinguished by nothing magnificent, either in itself
or the scenery amid which it wanders.
The name of the lion-hearted Dan. McCook, is one
which should not be forgotten in the list of the heroes who fell on
bloody Kenesaw. He was the hero of many battles and skirmishes. He was
distinguished for decision, grand soldierly bearing, and glorious
courage. It is said that he was on the enemy's works, calling and
beckoning to his fiery brigade, when he was torn to pieces by the
bullets he had so splendidly defied.
Conspicuous in the charge was the scholarly and
heroic Clason, of the 121st Ohio, who was killed while gallantly leading
his splendid company of Ohioans. He advanced within a few yards of the
rebels, firing at them with a deadly aim; but so deadly and thick were
their cross-fires, that he and many of his brave associates were
stricken down and killed.
Among all the daring spirits in that fighting
brigade of Mitchell's, no one was more fearless than Captain Neighborn,
of the 52d Ohio. His was no doubting or hesitating courage. Having from
the first, made up his mind what course to pursue, what was the goal to
be won, he bent all his energies to that one object. In the bivouac, and
on the march, in the charge and deadly conflict, so lively and hopeful
was his enthusiasm, that it reminded one forcibly of the song of the
Cavalier:
Then mount! Then mount, brave
gallants all,
And don your helmets amain,
Death's couriers Fame and Honor call
Us to the field again.
Let piping swain and craven wight,
Thus weep, and puling, cry,
Our business is like men to fight,
And hero-like to die.
And Captain Neighborn did die--died where the brave
love to die-mortally wounded in a charge at the head of his company, and
in the arms of victory.
The brave and noble Yeager, Major of the 121st
Ohio, was also killed. The last sounds that he heard, were the jubilant
shouts of his victorious comrades; the last ray of light that flickered
on his expiring gaze, showed him the hosts of the hated foe, gradually
yielding. In no more fitting place, with no more glorious associations,
from no more sacred altar, could an ardent, patriotic spirit take its
flight.
Among the brave men whose blood was poured out on
the slaughter field of Kenesaw was one whose dying words will long be
remembered by his comrades in arms. Colonel McShane, of the 98th Ohio,
who fell near the breast-works of the enemy, died, exclaiming: "Turn my
face to the foe." Peace to his ashes. If the country ever forgets such
heroes, her name should perish. The courageous Harmon and Barnhill, of
Illinois--they died in the blaze of battle. In their lives they gave
evidence of their faith in, and in their glorious death they illustrated
the truth of the beautiful maxim Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country. The undistinguished
braves who leaped into the deadly breach, and dying made no sign--their
beautiful memories will always be green. The blood shed, the lives that
they gave, were just as noble and valuable, as the greatest General in
the land, worthy of a nation's gratitude and a nation's tears alike.
The following is an estimate of our
losses:
The brigades of Harker,
Mitchell and McCook, 420 each. |
Total |
1.260 |
Wagner and Kimball's
Brigades, 250 each |
500 |
The three brigades of
Logan's Corps, |
500 |
Dodge's, those portions of
it engaged |
150 |
General Blair's Corps |
150 |
General Schofield's Corps |
200 |
Hooker's Corps |
50 |
Making a grand total of three
thousand eight hundred and ten.
These estimates are correct. As the rebels fought
behind fortifications, their killed and wounded would not be more than
one-third of ours. Including the prisoners, the entire rebel loss will
number 2,500. |