South Danvers Wizard,
5/25/1864, p. 1/ 4-5
BATTLES OF SPOTTSYLVANIA – ACCOUNT BY “CARLETON” [SELECTED] TUESDAY’S OPERATION “It became evident on Tuesday morning that General Lee had chosen Spottsylvania as a place for a trial of strength. Preparations were accordingly made for the work. The great drawback to Gen. Grant was his wounded. – He decided to send them to Fredericksburg. All who could walk were started on foot. – Those who could not walk, but, did not need ambulances, were placed in empty wagons. The long, sad procession departed or rather began to depart, to make room for the other thousands soon to take their place in the hospitals. It was a sad sight. It made me sick and weary of war, and yet a truer view is that which looks at the sin and insanity which causes all this suffering, pain and sorrow. – Trains of supplies not immediately needed were sent to the rear and ammunition trains were ordered up. At daybreak the cannonade commenced, our own batteries coming first into play. The batteries attached to the 2d corps, near Hart farm and on the Piney Church road were very active. The rebel batteries at first treated the demonstration with silent indifference, but as continual teasing rouses a wild beast from slumber, so at length they replied. The air was calm and reverberation rolled far away over the forests. There was no movement of troops to the front, but there was change of position all along the line. Brigades which had been in the front the day before were placed in the second line, and those which had a little respite from fighting were thrown to the front. Gen. Grant rode along the lines, made an inspection of the situation, and issued orders for a general attack at five o’clock in the afternoon. At noon our batteries slackened fire, but the rebels took the initiative. There is nothing at Spottsylvania worthy of contention – no mountain pass or deep running river – but Gen. Grant is on his way to Richmond. Lee has determined to expose him at every step. Like Apollyon out to meet him on the spot. Lee has the advantage of position and is able to concentrate his forces. Having made no impression on Birney’s division, the attack was abandoned there, and the rebels tried to pry open the field between the 2d and 5th corps, but Hancock reflected a portion of Gibbons’ command towards the left, while Warren brought up a brigade toward his right, and thus the joint was made exceedingly strong. It had been weakened by advancing Barlow’s division across the creek. The rebels’ columns came in mass. After a little skirmishing Hancock withdrew Barlow and made his corps more compact. The withdrawal of Barlow was a sign to faint-hearted men that they it was going against us. During the lull in the strife, I rode back to the Second Corps hospitals to see the wounded. “How goes it boys?” was the question. “All right,” said one. “Pretty rough,” said another. “They niver will get through the Second Corps,” said a Hibernian. The lull had become a storm. How fearfully rolled the musketry. It is utterly useless, to attempt description or comparison. It was volley after volley, surge after surge, roll after roll! Maurice Collins of the 12th Massachusetts was brought in with an ugly wound through his shoulder. He was a Catholic and the priest was showing him the crucifix. “Will it be mortal?” he asked. “Perhaps not, if you lie still and keep quiet; but you may have to lose your arm.” “Well, I am willing to give an arm to my country,” was the reply of one who, though born in the ever green isle, while loving the Harp and Shamrock, adores the Stars and Stripes of his adopted country. Leaving the hospital, and galloping toward the front, I met hundreds of men working their way to the rear – an unmistakable sign that there is hot work in front, and that there is some doubt as to what will be the result. The contest went on with but little cessation on the right, and gradually extended toward the left; but the main attack of the rebels was on the Second Corps, which stood like a wall adamant. The attack of Longstreet upon the 2d Corps at Gettysburg had more of desperation in it than this, but that was an action of fifteen minutes, while this was one of hours – hours of hard, persistent fighting of sanguinary character. The attack of Longstreet here, as at Gettysburg, utterly failed. Great fame and credit is due to the 2d Corps. It never has faltered, and its commander has proved himself to be one of the ablest Generals of the war. It would be unfair, however, to give all credit to the 2d Corps; the 5th and a portion of the 6th were engaged in this struggle. This is a tame description and incomplete. It would require many pages if I were to give a narrative of the action of regiments - so vast the army. And how futile all attempts at description! Even now, I seem to hear, although miles from the scene of strife, the constant rattle and roar of musketry; the cannonade; the deep reverberations; the cheers; the shouts; the trampling of horses; the rumbling of artillery; the sharp ringing of the musket shot; the explosion of shells, and the loud whirring of the fragments. It goes on hour after hour. The sad train of men with stretchers bearing away the wounded increases its numbers. The ranks are thinning out, but yet the true and faithful ones face without flinching the deadly storm. They stand as firm as a rock for their country. O you who read these lines in your happy homes, know but little of war! You cannot comprehend till you have stood in the ranks, or at least till you have been a near observer, how much you owe to the brave men who for six consecutive days have stood upon the battlefield fighting for your liberty. You cannot thank them enough; you cannot do too much for them. The unflinching heroism of the 2d Corps on Tuesday last will be forever memorable in history. While this fierce contest was going on a body of rebels marched out on the Catharpen road and cam down upon the rear of the second corps, probably not to attack the troops, but to cut out the trains which were parked in the rear. Gen. Grant and Gen. Meade’s headquarters were on the Piney Grove road. A signal officer who had been stationed on the right flank came in upon the gallop, evidently much excited. “You must pack up quick,” he shouted. Preparations had already been made for a removal of headquarters nearer to the center, and in a few moments the trains were in motion. Orders were sent to the rear to be ready for any emergency. Two or three batteries went out and took position, but that was all that came of the movement. The rebels gained nothing for the trouble. The 6th and 5th moved at the same time. What a grand movement it was! A line four miles long; not a continuous line, but brigade after brigade of men – dark masses, now in open field, now lost to sight in the forest; now in open field, now lost to sight in the forest; now emerging into view and opening fire upon the foe. The movement was like the swinging of a huge folding door, the pivot hinge being near the Piney Grove road, and the folding hinge between that and the Fredericksburg road. Hill’s corps, in front of Burnside, evidently was not prepared for the advance. The column of the 9th pushed him back steadily, halting at times to get new foothold, but still pushing, till the rebel lines were driven back to the village. The fighting was not so severe on the left as on the right, but the results were exceedingly gratifying. The rebel lines, which had been in the form of a crescent, were hammered into a horse shoe. It was a glorious movement, that of the 9th. I can only wish that a little extra force had been thrown in. Then the rebel right would have been completely turned and the whole force put to rout. I do not write it as a criticism, but merely notice it to show how near Burnside came toward giving the finishing stroke. It was glorious as it was. He advanced close to the forks of the roads and the cluster of houses which make the town. The rebels tried again and again to recover the ground which they had lost; but all their efforts were in vain. The 9th, which has been tried often and never found wanting, maintained its position through the night. The Sixth was commanded by Wright after the death of Sedgwick. The first division was commanded by Col. Upton; the second by Wheaton, and the third by Ricketts. In the fourth brigade of Wheaton’s division, there is the 2d Rhode Island, 7th, 10th and 37th Massachusetts. The second brigade is of Green Mountain boys, the 2d, 3d, 4th, 5th and 6th Vermont regiments. The line did not have to move far before it came upon the enemy – their old enemy which they had met on the hills at Gettysburg. It was past 7 o’clock. There was a few minutes of terrible fighting, in fierceness and intensity surpassing even that of Friday afternoon at Gettysburg. When the uproar was wildest there was a cheer – a shout, sharper and louder than the din of arms. It was not a savage cry of the enemy, but a buoyant, thrilling shout. Away they went into the storm over the intervening space, with bayonets firmly set, Vermont leading the charge, plunging into Dale’s brigade of Rhodes’ division and leading it captive from the field. Ewell poured in his men to cover his works, but the 2d Vermont was in possession and were determined not to give them up. Far in advance of all the line, lay that regiment, pouring its fire upon the enemy. They were so far ahead that Gen. Wright feared to have them remain through the night. He was about to withdraw them. “We don’t want to go back. Give us rations and ammunition and we will hold it six months,” said the soldiers. Gen Wright rode to Gen. Grant. “What shall I do?” he asked. “Pile in the men and hold it,” was the reply. Gen. Wright went back, but meanwhile by some means they had been ordered to return. That charge! It will be forever memorable. Even now I seem to hear that shout, ringing like a trumpet blast above the thunders of the cannonade, and the crashing of fifty thousand muskets. It was Vermont which took a rebel brigade prisoners of war in the last charge of Longstreet at Gettysburg. They were on the defensive, now it is Vermont again, on the offensive, cuts out a second brigade. Glorious always and forever. “Turn me over,” he said to the surgeon and attendants. “Which way will you lie?” “Let me lie with my face toward the enemy!” They were his last words. And with them I close the narrative of the operations of the day – of one of the great battles of the war. With his face toward the enemy! He and his fellow soldiers met them upon the gory field – thousands of them lying upon the spot which is forever their resting place. Let this be the inscription upon the mausoleum erected to their memory – “They fell with their faces towards the enemy!” About the South Danvers Wizard About South Danvers (Peabody), Massachusetts
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