They Are Planting Another One: The Death of Adjutant Hamilton of the 9th Ohio Cavalry
While recently walking through
the grounds of Florence National Cemetery in Florence, South Carolina, my son
and I came across the grave of a Buckeye laid to rest long from home. It is a
beautiful and quiet setting with live oaks and Spanish moss hanging down nearly
to the ground. The gray and brown mockingbirds loudly chirped nearby over the
graves of more than 2,000 Union soldiers buried as unknowns, most of them dying
during their brief captivity at the adjacent Florence Stockade in late 1864 and
early 1865. But one grave stood out, that of Lieutenant A.T. Hamilton of Ohio.
The fact that he was from Ohio intrigued me, and the fact that his grave was
identified when so many others were not further piqued my interest.
It didn’t take too much digging to learn that the grave was that of Adjutant Arthur T. Hamilton of the 9th Ohio Volunteer Cavalry, and it also became clear why his grave was marked while so many others were not: he didn’t die as a prisoner of war at Florence. It turns out the Hamilton died of wounds March 6, 1865 sustained during the Battle of Aiken, South Carolina; his regiment as part of General Hugh Judson Kilpatrick’s Federal cavalry got into a scrap with Joe Wheeler’s Confederate cavalrymen on February 11, 1865 in one of the opening moves of Sherman’s campaign through the Carolinas. It also turned out that one of Hamilton’s comrades, Dr. James N. McMaster of Co. C of the 9th Ohio Cavalry, left a superb account of what occurred at Aiken and wrote specifically about what happened to Adjutant Hamilton.
Guidon of 9th Ohio Volunteer Cavalry |
Kilpatrick’s
cavalry, after crossing the Savannah River, formed the left wing of Sherman’s army
as we marched through South Carolina. We bivouacked about five miles from
Aiken, S.C. with orders to wait a few days until the infantry came up. While
resting here our General thought it would be a good idea to go up and see
Aiken, which has since the war become famous as a health resort, but at that
time our boys decided that there were other places healthier than that.
Well
one beautiful morning Kilpatrick with two or three regiments moved out of camp
and about a mile out we encountered a company of Rebel cavalry on picket which
were soon disposed of and nothing worthy of note occurred until we arrived in
sight of the town. The Rebels had all disappeared and it was the intention of
Kilpatrick to ride through the town and view what was to be seen. The order was
given for the boys to hold up their heads and go through town in style. The
band struck up “Yankee Doodle” as Kilpatrick on his fine calico horse Old Spot
rode at the head of the column and all felt gay and happy.
Just
as Kilpatrick and his staff had entered the town came our scouts and
skirmishers pell-mell, closely followed by the Rebel cavalry and before there
was time to find out what was the matter, Kilpatrick was almost surrounded! The
order was given to fall back, which a great many proceeded to carry out in a
very irregular manner. Our regiment was formed into line on the left of the
road and two companies under the command of Adjutant Hamilton charged the Rebel
cavalry and drove them back across an open field. This stayed the tide for a
while until the road was clear. Young Hamilton was mortally wounded in the
charge. He was shot in the right knee and lived several days.
The
regiment then fell back in pretty good order, closely followed by the enemy
until a barricade was reached. The Rebels charged furiously on the rearguard
whenever they had a good chance, capturing quite a number of our men who became
unhorsed. They charged boldly on the barricade, but we gave them such a warm
reception that they retired in haste. One of the funny things after all was
over was to hear John Timmons cuss because Sergeant McCune had lost all our
cooking utensils. He had them all tied in a sack on his saddle and in the
retreat, when closely pressed by the enemy, his horse ran against a tree and
brushed it off. McCune was so impressed by the sulphurous nature of the cussing
that he went straightway and drew a frying pan, tins, and a camp kettle from
the 92nd Illinois while they slumbered and slept.
Adjutant Arthur T. Hamilton 9th Ohio Cavalry |
Adjutant
Hamilton and the other severely wounded were placed in the ambulances under the
care of Assistant Surgeon William McMillen of the 9th Ohio Cavalry.
These were then sent to the wagon train of the 20th Army Corps. Lieutenant
Alexander of Co. B conducted the ambulance train and Lieutenant Charles C.
Vance with a detail of Co. C marched with them and supplied them with forage.
Several days after the battle when Arthur Hamilton showed signs of sinking, Dr.
McMillen sent word to Colonel William D. Hamilton of the 9th Ohio
Cavalry [Arthur’s cousin], who left the regiment and stayed with him and nursed
him until death relieved him of his sufferings. He was laid to rest in a little
churchyard near Cheraw, S.C. In this little churchyard they found a grave
covered by a marble slab supported at each of its four corners by marble
pillars about a foot high and the only inscription on the slab was the
following:’
My name
and station, what are they to thee?
What!
Whether high or low my pedigree?
Perhaps
I did excel all other men.
Perhaps
I fell below them all- what then?
Suffice
it stranger, here thou sees’t a tomb,
Thou
knowest its use;
It
hides, no matter whom.
The death of young Hamilton cast a gloom over the regiment as he was greatly beloved by all the men.
General William Douglas Hamilton 9th O.V.C. |
Colonel
William D. Hamilton had his own recollections of the battle of Aiken and
remembered the following about his cousin’s final days:
In the
engagement the regiment suffered one of its most severe losses. My cousin,
Adjutant Arthur T. Hamilton, while riding his horse on the railroad bed and
directing some of the men was struck by a ball that went through his leg near
the knee joint, killing his horse. He was taken up with his saddle and bridle
by Hospital Steward Robert H. Moffitt. I found him among the other wounded in
an old cabin. He smiled and said he was not hurt much. I told him the war would
soon be over and he would be safe in the hospital out of danger till the close
and we would go home together. The wounded were placed in ambulances and sent
to the infantry.
Two days
later I learned from the surgeon that his wound was not doing well, as signs of
blood poisoning had appeared. I turned over the command to Lieutenant Colonel
Stough and devoted myself to his care. I saw that his wound was carefully cared
for and I held him in my arms for hours as the ambulance jolted over corduroy
roads made by the pioneer corps through the swamp lands of South Carolina.
During this time, blood poisoning had fully developed, and the adjutant was
plainly growing weaker. After traveling this way for 175 miles, we reached the
town of Cheraw where the army was crossing the Pee Dee River on a pontoon into
North Carolina. During this time, I held the adjutant in my arms; in the
afternoon he looked up at me and smiled faintly I saw he was dying. I had a box
made and a grave dug in the town cemetery and when all was over, I washed his
face and hands and wrapped him in his blanket like a soldier. We buried him at
midnight by the fierce light of a burning town. I noticed General Sherman pass
by with a column of his infantry as we filled the grave and I heard a soldier
say, “They are planting another one.”
I left
him in his grave and rode with my orderly twelve miles up the river in a dark
night through a drizzling rain to find my regiment, which had crossed on a
pontoon into North Carolina in advance of a column of infantry which was
crossing as we arrived. We tied our horses to a tree and lay down at the roots
until daylight. In the morning we found our regiment. The boys looked at me in
silence as I with a heavy heart rode along the moving column and I heard them
whispering to each other as we passed, “The adjutant is dead.”
I have been thus minute in my account of the death and loss to the regiment of that dear young officer, for he was loved and trusted as one of the kindest and bravest officers of the regiment. A captain’s commission had been issued to him on the day he was shot, but he died without knowing it. His body was afterwards removed by the government and now lies in the National Cemetery at Florence, South Carolina.
Adjutant Hamilton's grave is one of the few marked Civil War graves at Florence National Cemetery |
The
death of Arthur Hamilton marked the third time that the Hamilton family had
lost a son to the war. The first was Arthur’s older brother Henry who died of disease
December 12, 1861 at Beverly, Virginia while serving in the 32nd
Ohio Infantry. Arthur’s oldest brother William died of disease contracted while
a prisoner of war on January 3, 1865 at Camp Parole in Annapolis, Maryland; he
had previously served in Co. E of the 135th Ohio, a 100-days
regiment. And now Arthur. His bereaved parents erected two identically designed
stones at Cedar Hill Cemetery in Brownsville, Licking County, Ohio, one for William
and one for Arthur.
Arthur Hamilton's cenotaph in Brownsville, Ohio |
Sources:
Find-A-Grave memorials for
Arthur T. Hamilton at Florence National Cemetery and Cedar Hill Cemetery;
memorials for Henry Hamilton and William Hamilton at Cedar Hill Cemetery
“Kilpatrick’s Cavalry at Aiken,
S.C.” Dr. James N. McMaster, Co. C, 9th Ohio Volunteer Cavalry, National
Tribune, July 26, 1888, pg. 3
“A Correction,” Dr. James N.
McMaster, Co. C, 9th Ohio Volunteer Cavalry, National Tribune,
September 13, 1888, pg. 3
Hamilton, William Douglas. Recollections
of a Cavalryman of the Civil War After 50 Years. Columbus: F.J. Heer Co.,
1915, pgs. 186-188
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