"Lead is a Terrible Reformer" The 49th Ohio at Shiloh
It
was a calm, quiet, beautifully sunlit April Sunday at Pittsburg Landing,
Tennessee, but Captain James M. Patterson (1832-1917) of Co. K of the 49th
Ohio was soaked to the skin, shaken both by the cold and what he had witnessed
since crossing the Tennessee River a week before. The rain began as his
regiment waited nervously at Savannah, Tennessee on Sunday night April 6, 1862,
a regular “Baptist downpour” it was called; a tremendous thunderstorm
punctuated by the dull heavy roar of the Union gunboats as they dropped shells
towards the Confederate lines all night long. “It rained nearly all night. In
fact, the elements have been so disturbed that it rained nearly all the time
until today,” he wrote on Sunday April 13, 1862. “We never got our tents until
last night but we are now fixed and I can now write. I have seen the elephant,
I have stood upon the bloody field of Shiloh amidst the showers of grape and
shell.”
Patterson’s
49th Ohio Infantry had had a long day’s march to arrive at Savannah
the previous Sunday; a confusion of orders had the regiment marching at a
regular pace, then sped up because they were needed at the front, then slowed
down again, and finally at dinner time, the order came: “abandon all teams and
press forward with all possible haste.”
“We reached Savannah at 10 p.m., tired
and hungry,” he wrote. “We learned that we could not get up the river by boat
before daylight as there are two divisions and two brigades before us. We
stacked our arms and lay in the streets. The rain fell in torrents and every
house in town had been converted to a hospital. Every boat brings down her
hundreds of wounded. Surgeons and citizens do all in their power to comfort
them and ease their pains.”
“At intervals, the cannon still
belches forth their messengers of death. It is understood that the Rebels have
driven back our forces to the water’s edge and although that day had been
baptized in blood, the next was to crown the climax,” he stated. “It was indeed
a night to try the bravery of us all, but every boy nerved himself for the
conflict. Morning came, and it still rained and the dead and wounded were still
brought down the river.”
“We
marched aboard the John B. Roe and
were soon upon the stream for the field of danger. [Colonel William H. Gibson
reported that the regiment boarded the Roe
around 9 a.m.] The conflict of the day had already began, and as we moved up
the river, we would meet boatloads of wounded. The cry was ‘hurry on, we need
you!’ I passed among the boys and although there was not as much merriment as
usual, I could see that every man had made up his mind to drive the rebels from
the field or die a hero. We soon reached Pittsburg Landing and hurried to the
field. [Gibson reports their arrival as 11 a.m.
An unnamed correspondent to the Tiffin
Tribune recalled on the march to the field that “the atmosphere was
impregnated with powder and the deep roar of cannon mingled with the sharp
rattle of musketry told of death’s dread harvest. The field was not darkened
with smoke as a strong wind from the South lifted it up so that at a distance
the cloud of smoke hanging over the ground and above the tree tops looked like
a vast burning forest.”]
Union and Confederate casualties littered the battlefield at Shiloh. |
“We
were drawn up in line of battle and advanced to the right of Rousseau’s Brigade
as their cartridges had given out- the first thing the boys knew they were in
close range of the enemy and hot work began. We fought with coolness and
judgment. We fired into the Rebel ranks a constant sheet of lead and they
replied with vigor and courage worthy of a better cause. Twice did they get
upon our left flank and force us to change front on the first company.”
Lieutenant
Colonel Albert M. Blackman continued the story. “We were brought into action
about 1 p.m. occupying the left of the brigade and the extreme left of the
division. Our position was taken under a severe fire from infantry and
artillery, but my men came up firmly and fired with coolness and precision that
soon caused a wavering in the ranks of the enemy. Shell and grape shot from one
battery was very annoying to my left without doing much damage, their range
being too high. We advanced to our second position continuing to fire by file.
The enemy now attempted to take advantage of the exposed condition of our left.
He advanced up a ravine and opened fire, quartering on my left and rear. I at
once changed front to the rear on the first company. This change was made in
perfect order, the men behaving in the very best manner. Our fire soon drove
the flanking force from their position,” Blackman wrote. The regiment changed
front again and continued to push the Rebels to their front.
“After
a desperate conflict of nearly two hours, the Rebels were forced from the field
and compelled to give up the struggle,” Patterson wrote. [The unnamed Tribune correspondent added that “we
captured several prisoners and two hospitals full of Rebel wounded. As we
approached the hospitals, a white flag met us to notify that they were
hospitals. A very gentlemanly Rebel surgeon was in attendance and Colonel
Gibson told him we would respect the hospital unless fired on from them, in
which case we would fire upon and burn them to ashes.”
“But
oh what a sight was there. Wounded Rebels laying side by side with the dead. It
is impossible for me to describe the scene. They wounded a large proportion of
our men in the arms and legs while our men shot with wonderful precision. Most
of the battleground is in the woods and the Rebels would get behind trees and
shoot; as a result, it was very common to see three or four rebels laying
behind the same tree, each shot through the head. We buried our dead first and
then the Rebels. On Friday, we buried 2,700 Rebels. I have seen as high as 150
buried in the same pit. The Rebels have fought us in every shape and I think
made their last desperate effort. The prisoners say their generals told them in
their speeches if they were whipped here, it would be their last effort.”
“Yesterday
I had a detail of men to load some wounded on a boat. We loaded 300. It rained
all the time and I got very wet, in fact I have not been dry in nearly a week.
Among the number of wounded we loaded on the boat was the son of Sam Houston of
Texas. [Houston was serving as a private in Co. C of the 2nd Texas].
He was shot through both thighs; he is a lad of about 23 years and told me his
father was still a Union man and told him not to join the Rebel army for the
South was all wrong, and that he himself now learned his father was right. I
thought yes, my lad, lead is a terrible reformer.”
Weekly Tiffin Tribune,
April 25, 1862, pg. 3
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