Left at the Landing: A Confederate View of Fort Donelson
On February 21, 1862, the 450 men of the 20th Mississippi regiment arrived at Camp Douglas in Chicago, Illinois as prisoners of war. “They are a dare-devil set of fellows and still full of fight,” the Chicago Tribune reported. The Mississippians, sullen and determined to fight it out to the end, didn’t like being prisoners of war but had another grudge that really rankled them. It was their former brigade commander General John B. Floyd. One soldier grumped to the Tribune reporter that “he would be perfectly content to remain forever a prisoner of the North if he could but have the pleasure of seeing Floyd strung as high as Haman.”
The
former Secretary of War had earned their ire through an act of perfidy during
the last hours of Confederate resistance at Fort Donelson. “The 20th
Mississippi was detailed to guard the rear of Floyd’s brigade in their hegira
from Fort Donelson, it being agreed that the Mississippians were to join them,”
it was reported. “As soon, however, as the redoubtable Virginians were safely
on board the boat, which was to bear them up the river, Floyd turned to Major
William Brown and coolly told him there was no room for him and left him to
fight it out as best he could. This and other incidents in Floyd’s career
doubtless caused the many hard imprecations which we heard showered upon his
head by the prisoners,” the Tribune stated.
Among the witnesses to this event was Corporal Marcellus L. Vesey of the 14th Mississippi. Vesey had left his regiment and had fallen in with the 20th Mississippi after learning that they were aiming to leave the fort and was at the boat landing when Floyd’s boat shoved off. After watching the vessel move out towards the opposite shore, it turned upriver and steamed off towards Clarksville, leaving the 20th Mississippi behind with the rest of the garrison. “The officer was the maddest man I ever saw and threatened to kill General Floyd if he ever saw him again,” he remembered of Major Brown. Vesey’s account was published in the October 1929 edition of Confederate Veteran.
I
was at Fort Donelson. I belonged to Co. I, 14th Mississippi
Regiment, Captain S.J. Gholson, Colonel W.E. Baldwin, General Simon B. Buckner’s
command. We had been sent there from Bowling Green, Kentucky. Fort Donelson was
a mud fort on the bank of the Cumberland River. The river there makes a bend,
and the Confederate army was placed in a semicircle enclosing the town of Dover
and the fort on its western suburbs. The Federal army also extended from the
river on the west to the river on the east of the town. The Confederates had
light rifle pits all along their line except where a battery was to be
stationed and at such places there was a skip in breastworks of some 20 or 30
feet. This looks very much like some of General Pillow’s planning for, it is
said, in Mexico he had breastworks dug and the dirt banked in the rear of the
ditch instead of in front.
However,
this may be, I know that Porter’s Battery which the 14th Mississippi
supported lost very heavily from sharpshooters who had plain view of them. John
W. Morton was a lieutenant of this battery and was one of the bravest and most
efficient officers I ever saw in action. As many of his gunners were shot down,
he took charge of one gun and fought it until the battle was over. This was on
Wednesday when the Federals made a general attack all along our lines and were
handsomely repulsed at all points. On Thursday, the Federals made an attempt with
six gunboats to pass our water batteries and reach the town of Dover. The fort
was defended by one 10-lb smoothbore gun, two 65-lb rifle guns, and several
smaller pieces. The 65-lb rifled pieces were the most effective and the gunboats
were handsomely repulsed. Two were so badly damaged that they had to be towed
out of danger.
On
Friday there was but little action, but it was rumored that the Federals had
been largely reinforced; our generals became much alarmed and after consultation
had concluded to cut our way out and leave by way of the Furnace Road up the
river in the direction of Clarksville, Tennessee. The Cumberland River here
runs almost due north. On Friday evening, each company received orders to be ready
to move at daylight Saturday morning with three days cooked rations in our
barracks and with out knapsacks on our backs.
At
daylight Saturday morning, we left our breastworks, leaving a few men in the
trenches to walk about and fire occasionally and keep up a semblance of an
occupation. The rest of us marched to our extreme left and made a sudden attack
on the Federals. We must have taken them by surprise as many were captured and
other retreated only partially dressed. We drove them through acres of tents,
and they left the ground strewn with drums, horns, knapsacks, and guns. We
captured several batteries of artillery, several hundred prisoners, commissary
and quartermaster wagons, and ambulances. We kept driving them back for hours
until there was not a Yankee within five or six miles of the Furnace Road, our
original line of retreat. About noon, our wounded and prisoners were sent to
Clarksville by boat.
Late
in the afternoon, the Federals made a stand at a high ridge running north and
south defended by many batteries of artillery and from which we were unable to
dislodge them. Thereupon, to our utter astonishment, we were ordered to return
and take our former position in line. When the 14th Mississippi had
reached our former position, it was between sundown and dark and we found our
former breastworks filled with Yankee soldiers. After exchanging a few shots,
we fell back out of range and stacked arms for a good rest.
Shortly
after this our generals held a consultation and decided to surrender the fort. When
I saw what was taking place, I commenced to look for a means to escape and
started for the boat landing. On the way I saw Harvey Murphy, a young lawyer
who belonged to the same company as myself, walking down the street toward the
Furnace Road. I asked him where he was going. He said he was going out on the
road where we whipped the Yankees in the morning. I saw him about a year
afterwards and he told me that he was not molested and that the whole army
could have gone out with little or no danger. Going on, I met up with Pompey Vassar,
the adjutant of our regiment, who was also seeking a means to escape. As we
reached the river bank a short distance west of the boat landing, we saw a man
building a raft from lumber on the bank. He said if we would hand down the
planks to finish the raft, we could cross the river with him. This we did until
he said that it was ready and to get on. The raft began to sink, and the man
said one of us would have to get off. I told Vassar I would get off as I
thought I could get away on the boat with the 20th Mississippi, part
of General Floyd’s command. Vassar handed me his beautiful sword, telling me to
take care of it if I got away and if not to throw it into the river.
I
watched them until they landed on the opposite side of the river then I went
down to the boat landing where I found the 20th Mississippi in a
semicircle guarding the embarkation of Floyd’s command, consisting of four
Virginia regiments and the 20th Mississippi. I went up to Captain
Rhoren, one of the captains of the 20th Mississippi who I knew well,
and asked permission to attach myself to his company. He said, “why certainly,
I will be glad to have you.” In a short while the four Virginia regiments were aboard
the boat whereupon General Floyd came on the lower deck and ordered the
gangplank pulled in whereupon the officer commanding the 20th
Mississippi [Major William N. Brown] drew his pistol and called to Floyd saying,
“I’ll kill you if you attempt to leave my regiment after standing guard here
all night.” To this, General Floyd said “I am surprised at you. I am going
across the river and put off part of the men and then will come back and get
you.” To this the officer said all right.
The
gangplank was pulled in and the boat went across the river until it got near
the opposite side when it turned and left up the river towards Clarksville,
leaving the 20th Mississippi at the landing. The officer was the maddest
man I ever saw and threatened to kill General Floyd if he ever saw him again.
It was now about daylight. I threw Pompey Vassar’s sword in the river then went
back to my command to surrender.
Sources:
“Why Fort Donelson Was Surrendered,”
Corporal Marcellus L. Vesey, Co. I, 14th Mississippi Infantry, Confederate
Veteran, October 1929, pgs. 369-70
“The Confederate Prisoners: Their
Arrival in the City,” Chicago Tribune (Illinois), February 22, 1862, pg.
2
“The Rebel Prisoners,” Chicago
Tribune (Illinois), February 24, 1862, pg. 4
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