Among the somber cedars: Lancelot Scott at Stones River
Lancelot Scott enlisted as a private in Co. G of the
18th Ohio Volunteer Infantry in 1861 and soon thereafter was
promoted to the rank of sergeant. Scott kept a diary during his service which
he expanded upon later in life. The following excerpt covers the period of
December 28, 1862 through January 5, 1863, “the most momentous week of my life”
Scott wrote. “The histories and stories of battles that I have read have been
supplanted by actual facts and scenes and not all that I ever read can convey
half the impression of reality. I hardly know how to write the history of the
past week but shall try and relate my own experience.”
Sunday, December 28, 1862: Rousseau’s division came
up. We still rested in the cedars in front of Murfreesboro.
Monday, December 29, 1862: Monday morning shortly
after sunrise the army was in motion. The batteries were planted all along the
creek and the Rebel cavalry driven off by their fire. As the division marched
out, we could see them fleeing for dear life. Our division crossed some
distance above the pike bridges, our regiment in the advance with Co. B thrown
out as skirmishers. They fired a few times at the Rebel pickets. Marching in
battle order we did not make much progress until some time in the afternoon
when we regained the pike and as some of the left wing was ahead of us we pushed
on rapidly. At dark, we were within three miles of Murfreesboro and as not many
Rebels had been seen during the day, we though that we would enter Murfreesboro
the next day without serious trouble. There was some skirmishing about dark. It
rained during the night which passed off miserably enough and we had no fires.
Tuesday, December 30, 1862: Early on Tuesday morning
the division was deployed and then for the first time I began to think that the
work was going to be more serious than was anticipated. The ease with which the
engineers cut roads through the woods and with which the army was deployed
showed that we did not know as much as the commanding general did. Our brigade
took positions in the cedars on the right of the pike and at the edge of the woods
near the Wilkinson Pike. The 19th Illinois was sent out as
skirmishers and soon fell in with the enemy’s skirmishers and then we knew for
certain that we were going to fight. The enemy retired slowly. Our skirmishers
did not press them, being ordered as I since learned, to merely hold them in
check until the right wing of the army got into position. So they did not go
far past the Pike. At noon our regiment relieved them and continued on the line
until dark. Our company did not go on the line. Many of the boys were carried
back on the stretchers.
Lancelot L. Scott Co. G, 18th Ohio Infantry Image courtesy of L.M. Strayer |
Those were trying moments standing there expecting
every moment to be called forward and take the place of those wounded a great
deal worse than the duty itself. I don’t believe I felt any real fear but
standing there all afternoon with the balls whizzing past me I got worked up
and dreaded to hear the order for the company to advance. But when dark came
the regiment was relieved and we fell back to the Pike and bivouacked. During
the latter part of the afternoon the right wing of the army got into line and
bore down on the enemy right gallantly. I was detailed as guard. Looking to the
right, left, and rear, the Union camp fires lit up the sky to the horizon but
in front all was silent. No lights from the Rebels glared up on the sky.
Wednesday, December 31, 1862: Slowly the night passed
away and the sun rose upon us ready for action. Our overcoats and blankets were
sent back to the wagons and we fell into line. At sunrise, the battle commenced
on McCook’s right. The enemy was evidently driving him and as each succeeding
volley came, it sounded still farther toward the rear. But our attention was
soon called to our own movements. Sheridan’s division having been driven back,
one of his batteries galloped over and took position in our front and commenced
shelling some Rebels near a brick kiln. The fire drew a reply from a Rebel
battery on our right.
The regiment was standing close column en masse. The
shells all came over us. Presently one came that just missed. We all ducked our
heads. “Good morning!” cried Colonel Given. “What are you all bowing to me
for?” He then put us through the manual of arms and that gave us confidence in
ourselves. I don’t believe I felt anything like fear after this.
Lieutenant Colonel Josiah Given 18th Ohio Infantry |
The battle was roaring all around us and still we were
standing there. We advanced to within 30 yards of the pike and laid down and
awaited the onset of the Rebels. It soon came. Their line marched up with
practiced step and the air of veterans. The regiment in our front wore large
felt hats. When they arrived near the Pike, Colonel Given commanded us to fire
and we did with a vengeance. We continued firing for about 20 minutes then
ceased. Only an occasional shot whistled amongst us now. The regiment that
marched up so gallantly was nowhere to be seen. A piece of Sheridan’s artillery
stood before the left of the company. The near tongue horse was shot the first
fire. I laid down behind him and fired. Presently, the other horse received a
ball and commenced plunging. He fell and balanced on the tongue. I lay ready to
spring if he should roll toward me. Fortunately, he turned the other way and
died, his blood pouring on a dead cannoneer.
The man on my right belonging to the 42nd
Illinois was shot dead. The Rebels advanced again. The 19th Illinois
marched down in our front to make a charge, their colonel sitting on his horse
smoking as unconcerned as if imaginable. A shell came over and struck a tree
which fell and killed several men. The charge was not made for the Rebels in
our front ceased to fire save for the sharpshooters. We changed front so as to
face to the right where Sheridan’s division had been.
In our front now there was a large open field and we
could see regiment after regiment of Rebels marching across and obliquing in
behind us. It was not a gratifying sight and our situation became critical in
the extreme. The “glug glug” of the sharpshooters’ balls was incessant and the
tops of the trees threatened to fall on us every instant from the cannon balls
that tore through them. It was a curious scene to see the tree tops falling
without any visible cause. Soon a roar rose in our rear that exceeded anything
before heard. The enemy had encountered opposition in their project of
surrounding us. The first line was repulsed and we at last received orders to
retire from our now worthless position. We retreated several hundred yards and
took position in the cedars about 50 yards in the rear of the first line in the
near position.
The enemy came on in overwhelming numbers and their shots
when they engaged the first line all came directly among us. I was in the rear
rank and hugging the ground behind a pair of big boots that Jim Ventz was
wearing. The balls cut so close that I thought I would get behind a small cedar
tree that stood just to my right and rear about six inches through but just as
I reached it, three or four balls struck it and I scrambled back behind the
boots.
When the enemy came up we gave them a volley but it
was of no use. No single line of men could stem the massed columns that swept
everything before them. We were in the edge of the cedars. Beyond lay a
cornfield about 200 yards wide and then the railroad bank which offered a safe
refuge. We retreated from the cedars like autumn leaves before the wind and
reached the railroad where all the regiments on our left had by this time
formed a new line. But our removal had left the troops on our left in a precarious
position and general Rosecrans came riding over, hat in hand, and implored us
to charge back and gain the woods. There were only about 200 of the regiment
left; the rest were scattered dead, wounded, and prisoners.
Lieutenant Charles Grant Co. D, 18th Ohio Infantry |
Colonel Given gave the command and we fixed bayonets
and marched back across that field of death on the double quick. A line of
Rebels was issuing from the woods. They retreated before our charge and we
gained the shelter of the woods but our efforts, though determined, were of no
avail. No support came to our aid. With the enemy to the right and front and
soon to the left pouring in a deadly fire, it was something human endurance
would not stand and we gave way. At the edge of the woods I came across a dead
Rebel and hauling him into position, I lay down behind him and fired. It seemed
to me that all of the bushes around me were cut off by enemy’s balls.
The enemy brought up a battery as we were retreating
across the field and gave us a volley. I dropped just in time to save myself
from a shell, it passing on and taking a shoulder from a man in front. We were
running towards one of our batteries and the cannoneers waved their hands for
us to get out of the way as quick as possible. A line of Rebels was issuing
from the woods. When we got near the battery, we dropped and it opened on the
enemy with terrible effect and retreated in disorder. I was now thoroughly
exhausted.
We formed again and lay there under artillery fire
during the rest of the day. The sounds of battle were now principally on our
left. One continuous roar of thunder rolled up from the left wing. The enemy
was trying to drive it similar to the right but all his attacks were
successfully resisted and we still had some hope, but night closed down upon us
almost discouraged. Indeed, I did feel almost helpless that night as I lay down
on my bed of cedar boughs tired and half starved. I could have no bright
anticipations of victory on the morrow. Nothing but my faith in Rosey and
Negley kept me from despairing. But thoughts of the battle died away when sleep
came to my relief and the night passed off without any alarm. It snowed in the
night.
Click here to read Part II: "To Defy Death Itself"
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete