“I’m shot, my God, I’m shot!” A Melancholy Event on the Way to Chickasaw Bayou
Gravestone of Sergeant James Dempsey, Co. C, 23rd Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry Vicksburg National Cemetery Section E, grave 1756 |
It was the evening of Tuesday, December 23rd 1862 when Corporal Rockwell J. Flint of the 23rd Wisconsin sat behind a desk aboard the steamer John H. Dickey and grappled with the raw emotions of loss and anger. During the overnight hours, a tragic accident had occurred that shook the young soldier to his core. “I would like to give you the details of our voyage thus far, but present feelings will not admit,” he admitted. The regiment had boarded the steamer John H. Dickey at Memphis two days previously and were now headed south along the Mississippi River as part of the Union army’s first serious effort at taking Vicksburg. “I hardly know how to place upon paper the heart-rending news I wish to tell you. I wish to break it gently, but the best expressions seem harsh and even brutal,” Flint stated.
On August
6, 1862, three young printers from the office of the Wisconsin State
Register in Portage, Wisconsin signed their names to the roll for Co. C of
the 23rd Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry. The foreman of the shop, 22-year-old
James Dempsey ( “a first-class printer, sensible, high-toned, and promising
young man”), was the first man to sign his name to the roll followed by his printers,
25-year-old William F. Ward, and 20-year-old Rockwell “Rock” J. Flint. Dempsey became the second sergeant, Flint a
corporal, and Ward, enlisting about a week after his shop mates, entered the
ranks as a private. Ward’s acceptance into the company came as a bit of a
surprise: “his health had previously been poor but his sense of duty prompted
him to offer himself to his country.” The three men came from across the country
to settle in Wisconsin: Dempsey was a North Carolinian, Flint from the
rock-ribbed state of Vermont, while Ward was a Canadian immigrant.
Typical scene of a printer's office during the Civil War era, in this case the Rocky Mountain News of Denver, Colorado. |
The men
vowed to stick together and keep the
homefolks apprised as to the activities of the regiment. This they did, but it
came at a terrible cost: “Rock” Flint was the only one of the three men to survive
the war. The heart-rending news that Flint struggled to write was that Sergeant
Dempsey had been accidentally killed that day. “It seems as though my best
friend is gone, more than a friend, a brother, for it was a brother’s part he
acted during our short campaign. Ward takes it hard. He sits by him by the hour
and seems to care for nothing else,” he wrote.
Sergeant Rockwell Joseph Flint (1842-1933), Co. C, 23rd Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry |
The
steamer had arrived a few miles south of the mouth of the White River when it
weighed anchor for the night. “When we land for the night, we generally have
pickets posted along the river bank to guard against guerillas,” Flint began. “We
go out by companies and Co. C was on last night. We had a large fire by the
shore around which the company sits, except those standing guard. We had four
posts and placed five men upon each post with a sergeant and corporal. Sergeant
Clinton Hoy was sergeant of the first relief and Dempsey was sergeant of the
second relief. Jim relieved us about 2:30 a.m. and we went to the fire. We had
not been there but half or three-quarters of an hour when we heard the report
of a gun. Every man seized his gun and stood listening. In a short time, Tom
Murray came running up and said Dempsey was shot by one of our own men.”
Flint
paused his letter at this point to converse with his company commander Oliver
H. Sorenson and continued with the story. “The first party was in charge of
Sergeant Hoyt which was relieved by 20 men under Dempsey. Lieutenant Sorenson
accompanied the relief to see that it was properly stationed, it being a hard
matter to find the posts without being acquainted with their location as the
night was quite dark and the undergrowth along the bank almost impenetrable. After
the posts were relieved and everything arranged satisfactorily, Dempsey, who
was at post No. 3, proceeded to inspect the other posts, taking with him William
Edwards. In going to post No. 4 (which was the advance), he missed his way,
making a circuit and came upon the post from the opposite direction from what
he had intended. When within 12 or 15 paces, the sentinel ordered him to ‘halt!’
He continued to advance, however, and this order was repeated. Still coming
nearer, the sentinel said, ‘Speak! Who are you?’ Dempsey raised his hand and,
thinking it to be a hostile movement, the sentinel who had his gun at the ready
leaped back and fired it from that position. He was not over 15 feet distant.
Dempsey fell exclaiming, “I’m shot, my God, I’m shot!” Edwards rushed forward
saying “You’ve shot Jimmy Dempsey!”
“The
others of the post sprang forward and raising him slightly, saw it was too
true. Lieutenant Sorenson was at post No.1 when, hearing the gunshot, he ran to
post No. 4 and kneeling, placed his hand upon the wound. This caused him to
strangle, when he removed it and said, “Jim, Jim, do you know me?” Dempsey
pressed his hand, not with a dying grasp but seemingly in token of recognition.
Edwards says that Dempsey, when ordered to halt, said “We are friends from the
23rd” but spoke in such a low manner no man on the post heard him.
Probably thinking they heard his answer, he did not stop and when asked, ‘Who
are you,’ he raised his hand to remove his pipe as he was smoking at the time.
This was the movement the sentinel considered suspicious and which led him to
fire. No one on the post had the least thought of it being Dempsey, and the
reason was his coming from the direction that an enemy would be expected much
more than a friend.”
“The
bullet took effect a little below the center of the breast, striking his right
shoulder and coming out just back of it. The surgeon was sent as soon as possible,
but it was too late. He did not speak after he fell and breathed his last about
10 minutes after the fatal shot. If you ever saw an excited set of boys, it was
Co. C when they heard the terrible news. We were all around the picket fire and
each would look in the face of the other, half-blinded by tears, as best they
could and see the love the company had for him who had lost his life. Oh God, I
can never forget it and never wish to, though every thought brings a pang.
Jimmy was buried at Milliken’s Bend, Louisiana. A headboard was placed at the
head of his grave in which was deeply cut the following inscription: James
Dempsey, Co. C, 23rd Regiment, Wisconsin Volunteers, Killed December
23rd, 1862, age 22. Another with his initials was placed at the
feet. He was buried Christmas morning.”
The man who shot Dempsey by mistake was Private James McDonough of Briggsville, Wisconsin. McDonough was soon transferred out of the company, being assigned to the Pioneer Corps on February 9, 1863 where he served the rest of the war. Sergeant Dempsey’s body was recovered after the war and moved to Vicksburg National Cemetery where he is buried in grave 1756 in section E. William Ward would serve another year with the 23rd Wisconsin before chronic diarrhea finally prompted his medical discharge on January 6, 1864; he died at home in Portage about three weeks later from this disease.
That
left “Rock” Flint as the sole survivor; Rock saw action at Chickasaw Bayou,
Arkansas Post, Vicksburg, Bayou Teche, and Dauphin Island. He was promoted to
sergeant and in 1864 was transferred to the Signal Corps where he served until mustered
out in 1865. Rock returned home to Wisconsin and returned to the newspaper business,
devoting himself to the community of Menominie where he served two terms as
mayor. In 1871, he married Alice Prentice of Portage and had four children with
her. Rock was for 37 years the publisher of the local newspaper and later was
appointed Federal marshal by Presidents Teddy Roosevelt and William Howard
Taft. Rock lived to the ripe age of 91 years, passing away June 23rd
1933, one of the last remaining Civil War veterans in his community.
Sources:
Letters
from Corporal Rockwell J. Flint, Co. C, 23rd Wisconsin Volunteer
Infantry, Wisconsin State Register (Wisconsin), January 24, 1863, pg. 3;
also January 31, 1862, pg. 1
“Death
of James Dempsey,” Wisconsin State Register (Wisconsin), January 24,
1863, pg. 3
Obituary
of William F. Ward, Wisconsin State Register (Wisconsin), February 6,
1864, pg. 3
Find-A-Grave
memorial for Rockwell Joseph Flint (1842-1933)
An incredible and sad story. Great article.
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