Prelude to an Awful Finale: A Buckeye Sergeant at Chickamauga
A
few weeks ago, I shared a letter from a gunner with Battery H of the 5th
U.S. Light Artillery that described how his battery was overrun at the Battle
of Chickamauga. (see post here) Today’s blog post features an account from
Orderly Sergeant Samuel Berryhill Price who served in Co. A of the 2nd Ohio
Volunteer Infantry and who was caught up in that same Confederate attack on the
morning of September 19, 1863.
Lieutenant Colonel Obediah C. Maxwell, 2nd Ohio Infantry Wounded at Chickamauga and discharged for wounds in February 1864 |
The
2nd Ohio as part of Colonel Benjamin Scribner’s First Brigade of
Absalom Baird’s First Division of the 14th Army Corps was in the
same part of the field as Battery H and likewise was driven from their position
by Govan and Walthall’s assault. During the vicious fighting at Chickamauga,
the 2nd Ohio lost Lieutenant Colonel Obadiah Maxwell wounded, then Major
William T. Beatty was wounded and captured leaving the regiment under command
of Captain James Warnock. All told, the 2nd Ohio lost 183 men at
Chickamauga, 36 of whom were captured and sent into the prisoner of war camps
of the South.
Sergeant
Price’s account, written to his mother one month after the battle, was published
in the November 20, 1863 issue of the Urbana
Citizen & Gazette.
Chattanooga,
Tennessee
October
19, 1863
My dear mother,
I received your kind letter of the 5th
of October yesterday but as I was busy with writing appertaining to the
company, I could not answer sooner. Well mother, as you have asked me several
times in former letters to write more about the movements of the army and
especially our own regiment, I will give you a history of the Battle of
Chickamauga as I saw it. I will not be as voluminous nor as vivid probably as a
regular newspaper correspondent, for they have better chances of seeing than I
have and that is their business.
I will commence with September 18th,
the day previous to the first day’s fight. On the evening of that day we were
lying on the banks of the Chickamauga some 18 miles from this place. About dark
we had orders to draw 60 rounds of ammunition per man and prepare for a march.
This we did but we had no idea that we were on the eve of a terrible battle.
About dark our whole corps commenced moving towards Chattanooga. We marched
slowly all night and at dawn arrived at the memorable battleground of
Chickamauga. We were filed off the road and drawn up in a line of battle facing
southeast and our backs on Chattanooga. About 7:30 a.m. we heard sharp skirmishing
on the left apparently about a mile from us. In the course of half an hour,
there was a rumor that Brigadier General [Edward M.] McCook had sent a dispatch
to General [George H.] Thomas stating that there were two Rebel brigades on our
side of Chickamauga Creek, and that he had burnt the bridge to their rear and
asked General Thomas to send a division of infantry down to capture them.
General [John M.] Brannan happening to be at headquarters at that time asked
permission to take his division down and engaged them, which was granted.
Presently
that splendid division marched past us towards the left. It was the largest
division in the army and most of its men had never smelt powder but in it was
the gallant 9th Ohio and 10th Indiana (of Mill Springs
renown). They soon got into action and the heavy volleys of musketry and
frequent discharges of artillery which soon increased to an uninterrupted roar
attested that they were hotly engaged. In the course of 15 minutes, orders came
for our division (Baird’s) to go down at support Brannan. We marched down in
line of battle, cautiously feeling our way along, intending to take position on
Brannan’s right flank. The ground we moved over was dense woods sloping to the
southeast. Our company was thrown out as skirmishers about 150 yards in front
of the regiment.
Chickamauga, September 19, 1863, morning Map by Hal Jespersen (www.cwmaps.com) |
Pretty
soon we came on to the Rebel skirmishers and a sharp fire commenced between our
company and their skirmish line. We were ordered to rally on the battalion and
it was ordered forward at the double quick. We killed several of the Rebels,
wounded several, and captured a great many- they seeming to be glad of a chance
to get to surrender. By this time, we had emerged into an open corn field and
the steady firing on our left told us that we were advanced far enough. Up to
this time we had met with very little resistance. We took our position on the
crest of a little hill and laid down.
We
could plainly see a Rebel cannon not 150 yards in front of us which presently
began to scatter shell, grape, and canister among us and over our heads in
wanton profusion. I heard one of the officers say, “Why in the name of God don’t
we take that piece?” It was well enough that we did not as the sequel will
prove. After firing a few rounds at us and finding that they could not provoke
us to charge, they ceased firing and a dead calm prevailed unbroken by even a
whispering. Something told me this was only a prelude to some awful finale. I
could not imagine what and most of the men seemed impressed with an unknown and
undefinable dread.
Major Anson McCook 2nd Ohio Infantry |
Five
minutes had perhaps passed in this way when the fury of battle burst forth like
long pent up thunder to the right and rear of us. We immediately changed front
to the right and had just got into position when the Rebels came down upon our
single line like a whirlwind. Our fire checked them some, but presently on they
came, making the Minie balls whistle over us (we were laying down behind a
fence). We stood our ground until the regiments on our right gave way and then
every man for himself was the order of the day. Loomis’ splendid [Battery A] 1st
Michigan Battery was captured. Our company lost 14 men in ten minutes. We rallied about 400 yards from the scene of
the disaster and marched back to the rear as there was no more need of us at
that time as Reynolds and his brave boys came down upon the Rebs like an
avalanche, recapturing Loomis’ battery and hurling the enemy back as ruthlessly
as they had us. We did not participate in the fight any more
that day until about night when just before dusk we had a little brush with the
enemy, but it did not amount to much. That night we slept supper less and cold.
About
3 o’clock the next morning we were silently called up and take to the left
center of a new line we had formed. Here we got our breakfast and then carried
rails, logs, and stones to build temporary breastworks. That saved many a life
that day. We were in hopes that the enemy would not attack us that day as most
of us had conscientious scruples about fighting on the Sabbath day. But we were
doomed to be disappointed for about 9 a.m. the rattle of musketry on the left
told us that the ball was opened. The tide of battle soon engulfed us.
We
were laying behind our breastworks two regiments deep and the rebel columns
soon appeared over the hill. On they came amid the showers of musket balls,
grape, and canister pouring from our lines. Oh, I could not but admire their
bravery although they were my deadly enemies. [This attack was made by Benjamin
Hardin Helm’s brigade, the famous Orphan Brigade of Kentuckians. Helm, the
brother-in law of President Abraham Lincoln, was mortally wounded during this
assault and died the following day.] They came within 75 yards, but no troops
could stand our fire and finally they broke and fled in wild confusion. O the
cheer that we sent up, you should have heard it. Twice more they advanced and
twice more were driven back the same way. We captured hundreds of their men and
sent them to the rear.
Chickamauga and Chattanooga Battlefield Booklet National Park Service, 1956 |
About
noon, General Rosecrans commenced withdrawing his army to Chattanooga a
division at a time and sent orders to all the brigades and divisions to fall
back slowly and in good order. Colonel Benjamin Scribner, commanding our
brigade, received orders twice to retreat but concluded to hold his ground as
long as possible. About 4 o’clock, the Rebels came for us again. [This final
assault was undertaken by General William H. T. Walker’s and General John C.
Breckinridge’s divisions.] They brought a battery to within 175 yards of us and
opened on us with double-shotted canister, grape, and musketry. It seemed to me
that the canister was coming over us in sheets and so close that it knocked
rotten wood and dirt all over us. I shall never forget that terrible hour as
long as I live. Such a roar of firearms and artillery never greeted near ears
before and I hope never will again. Presently the colonel gave the order to
retreat which we did in a rather hasty manner. [The brigade retreated towards
McFarland’s Gap.] The Rebels did not follow us, and we fell back gradually to
this place which we reached on the 22nd without further fighting.
Sergeant Price would be severely wounded in the left leg May 14, 1864 during the battle of Resaca and would have that leg amputated twice, once upon the battlefield near the ankle and a month later in Nashville just below the knee. That ended the war for Price, who returned home to Urbana and lived until 1915.
To read more about the 2nd Ohio Infantry, I strongly recommend Rick Baumgartner's The Bully Boys which can be purchased here.
Sergeant Price would be severely wounded in the left leg May 14, 1864 during the battle of Resaca and would have that leg amputated twice, once upon the battlefield near the ankle and a month later in Nashville just below the knee. That ended the war for Price, who returned home to Urbana and lived until 1915.
To read more about the 2nd Ohio Infantry, I strongly recommend Rick Baumgartner's The Bully Boys which can be purchased here.
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