A Buckeye Remembers Scenes of Horror After the Battle of Corinth
In the aftermath of the Battle of Corinth, Private James E. Graham of the 80th Ohio walked over the field and recorded the hecatomb that spread around him. “The bodies of men I did not enumerate. In fact, their ghostly looks were sufficient to drive away all thoughts of minor affairs. Their faces, bodies, and limbs were all swelled almost to bursting and the skin was very dark blue. Their eyes were all closed and mouths generally a little open. They were lying in almost all shapes imaginable. One man had a limb shot off at the thigh and it was thrown right back over his shoulder. One was lying on his back with both legs bent back under him. One had one of his legs doubled under him and the other stuck out straight; in fact, they were laying every way that looked painful. But the most horrible sight presented to me was that of a young Rebel lying at a house on the battlefield,” remembered Graham. What followed for the readers of the Tuscarawas Advocate in 1862 is perhaps the most graphic and disturbing description I have ever read in my 20 years of Civil War research. In the same way the Brady’s photographs of the dead of Antietam shocked the country, Graham’s honest depiction of the horrors of war no doubt shocked the homefolks.
James Emmet Graham was born September 30, 1841 in Ohio and at
the outbreak of the war was living in Tuscarawas County. He enlisted as a
private in Co. K of the 80th Ohio Volunteer Infantry on December 1,
1861. He was commissioned second lieutenant October 4, 1862 and promoted to
first lieutenant of Co. G on April 29, 1864. He was appointed regimental
adjutant November 6, 1864 and then to captain of Co. I February 10, 1865.
Graham was detailed as acting assistant commissary of subsistence for the
Second Division of the 15th Army Corps shortly thereafter and served
for the rest of the war in that capacity. Captain Graham was mustered out with
the company August 13, 1865. He died March 19, 1891 and is buried at Claibourne
Cemetery in Richwood, Ohio.
Graham’s letter was published in the October 17, 1862 issue of the Tuscarawas Advocate.
Corinth, Mississippi
October 6, 1862
Our regiment has
suffered much more severely in this fight than it did at the Battle of Iuka. I
understand that it has been reported that the 80th acted cowardly at
Iuka, which is an accursed slander. No regiment behaved more bravely. Some
regiments that did not deserve it got praise, while others who deserved it were
slighted by the correspondents of the daily papers. In the late fight, Major
Richard Lanning and Lieutenant John J. Robinson were killed; Lieutenant George
F. Robinson and Lieutenant Oliver C. Powleson were wounded. There were two or
three privates shot dead, and others died of their wounds in a short time. It
is impossible yet to tell the number of our wounded but think it must be 40 or
50. John Furney was shot in the right arm, the ball passing through below the
elbow and breaking one of the bones of the forearm. His wound is doing well;
Isaac Alter and my brother Charley are doing well and are in good spirits.
If the papers do us justice, they will not only contradict
what they have said in regard to the conduct of the 80th Ohio at
Iuka, but will give it especial praise for gallant bearing at Corinth. This was
a hard fight. Several times we feared we must lose the town. The fight began on
our left, but the enemy being repulsed, changed their point of attack to our
right, endeavoring to turn our right flank. The fighting was desperate. They
advanced in solid column and marched straight up to our batteries which mowed
them down like grass, but as soon as their ranks were opened, they immediately
closed up to be cut open again. On they come apparently with less excitement than
if going to a feast. In fact, they were guest and victim at the “feast of
death.” Such bravery as they exhibited (which was really desperation) I have
not read of as being shown by an attacking army before. They marched up to one
battery which our regiment was supporting and drove away the artillerymen. A
Rebel lieutenant jumped on one of the cannon and flourishing his sword, swore
that the cannon was his. He was immediately shot dead by one of our officers.
The Rebels were driven back but came up again in large numbers and our light
artillery was forced to retreat.
Captain Thomas C. Morris Co. K, 80th Ohio |
The Rebels continued to drive us back until one part of their
line was entirely in Corinth. Then the fight raged more fiercely than before.
There was a continual roar of musketry all along the northern part of town, and
the batteries were all playing upon the Rebels, causing great havoc in their
ranks. But what was greater and more sublime than all the rest was the sound of
the siege guns which we had planted here. I never imagined before that such
sounds could be caused by man. They far exceed the heaviest thunder I have ever
heard. When I heard them, I would inadvertently look at the sky as though I
expected to see it rent asunder. It is beyond the power of man to describe, or
the mind of man to conceive of such sounds as are caused by these enormous
guns. To one that loves the music of the spheres, nothing could be more sublime
than that sound, as it rolls for miles with terrific grandeur. The fight
continued for some time in town, but our forces were too strong for them, and
by the judicious use of our siege guns, we were enabled to drive them before
us, and they were not able to drive us back as far as town at any time after
that, although they worked very hard and with great skill and bravery.
At last, we got them moving, kept them at it and they were,
at last accounts, 15 miles from here trying to get away. Rumor says they are
surrounded and will all be taken prisoners. Hurlbut is said to be on one side
of him, Grant on another, and Rosecrans on the third, and it is also reported
that he (Price) has burned his own trains and that he cannot move much farther
without provisions. If this report is true, our generals will not permit him to
get anything to eat until he surrenders. I hope he may be caught, but have my
fears.
In the late battle, Price lost a great many more men than we
did and was compelled to leave many of his dead and wounded on the field. Our
men have had squads of Negroes out every day since the fight and are not yet
done burying the dead. It is a horrible picture that is presented to the eye
while walking over the battlefield; dead men and horses lying around in every
direction and sending forth a stench so sickening that an unaccustomed person
can scarcely bear up under it. I counted eight dead horses in one place and
there were others scattered all around.
80th Ohio Flank Marker Ohio History Connection |
The bodies of men I did not enumerate. In fact, their ghostly
looks were sufficient to drive away all thoughts of minor affairs. Their faces,
bodies, and limbs were all swelled almost to bursting and the skin was very
dark blue. (The Rebels are much darker than our men, said to be caused by them
drinking whiskey with powder in it.) Their eyes were all closed and mouths
generally a little open. They were lying in almost all shapes imaginable. One
man had a limb shot off at the thigh and it was thrown right back over his
shoulder. One was lying on his back with both legs bent back under him. One had one of his legs doubled under him and
the other stuck out straight; in fact, they were laying every way that looked
painful.
But the most horrible
sight presented to me was that of a young Rebel lying at a house on the
battlefield. He was not yet dead, but could not speak and appeared not to hear
anything that was said to him. He belonged to the 43rd Mississippi
and had no one to do anything for him. He lay on his back with one knee bent,
his foot resting on the floor, the other leg was lying out straight, his right
arm was lying across his breast, his mouth was partly open and his teeth and
lips as black as coal. He was shot twice. One ball appeared to have entered the
left eye and gone out the back of the head; the other ball struck him on the
right side of the head above the ear and just merely cut a gash into the bone
and passed on. The wound on his head and left eye were full of maggots and
under his head where the first ball had passed out was about a double handful
of worms. If you love to think of the horrible, there is something to reflect
on. The man was rotting and being eaten by worms and yet he was still alive. It
is sickening to think what would be the feeling of that young man’s parents or
brothers and sisters if they knew the condition in which he was lying and
dying; perhaps thinking of home and its many surrounding comforts. I have often
read and heard of sights that were shocking to the human eye but I never
imagined anything half as horrible or disgusting as that which I beheld at that
house.
Federal soldiers burying the Confederate dead after the Battle of Corinth. |
No person could look upon that young man without sad
reflections. He must pity the victim before him and the natural train of
thought will carry him to that victim’s home. He may be the son of a wealthy
and influential family, the favorite of his parents, perhaps pressed into
service against his desire or that of his parents. In that case or in any case,
how much the heart of that young man’s father or mother yearn after him, and
what anxiety must they feel when they hear of the Battle of Corinth and that
his regiment was in the battle. How anxiously will they look for a letter from
him, but in vain that hand which they would love again to grasp, is now unable
to wield a pen- his heart is cold. Those much-loved eyes are closed in death
and his spirit has flown to the other world. No letter ever comes; a void is
caused in their hearts which nothing can fulfill. How do they speak of him; as
dead? Ah, no. Hope prevents that. They speak of him as one lost; yet hope says
he may yet appear to make their fond hearts glad, but they shall go down to
their grave without beholding their son again in this world.
There was an attack on one battery of which I have not
spoken. The battery was near town, and in an important position. It was so
situated that if the enemy got possession of it, they could shell the town
effectually. To get to it, the Rebels were compelled to march over a piece of
ground covered with fallen trees, which were lying so thick as to make it
exceedingly difficult for a single person to pass through even without a gun.
Over that ground, they marched in four ranks under a galling fire, which sent
many to their long homes. As fast as their ranks were broken, they closed up
and moved steadily along. At last they arrived at the entrenchments. They then
crossed them. As they attempted to scale the walls, a severe conflict was
commenced. Our gallant boys shot them down with their revolvers as they came up
and they rolled back into the trenches as fast as they fell. Others came on
yelling to meet the same fate. One man climbed up directly in front of a cannon
and was shot down. At last our boys were overpowered by numbers and compelled
to give up the fort. The Rebels immediately planted their flag and commenced
cheering.
The tide seemed turned against us, for with that battery they
could destroy the town; every heart beat high. Sutlers left their stores in
despair and suffered their goods to be taken “without money and without price.”
Some feared we had lost the day, but (thanks to the gallantry of our men) the
Rebels had not time to turn the guns before our men retook the battery and drove
them back with great slaughter. From that time on, we were victorious and
Corinth now is in our hands, and tonight’s reports say that Van Dorn is killed
and Price’s army all cut to pieces. I hope it may be true, but Dame Rumor tells
false tales frequently.
If you were here you could see sights
which you have never seen and may well wish never to see. Nearly the whole town
is converted into a hospital for wounded and dying. A few steps from here is a
splendid dwelling which is used a hospital. It had a beautiful yard now filled
with wounded. We hear nothing but the groans of the soldiers who are suffering
the agonies of death. I can write no more. Time forbids. I have written in
haste yet endeavored to give you a true account of the battle.
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