Worse Than Madness for Us: The 56th Ohio at Sabine Crossroads
By April 8, 1864, General Nathaniel P. Banks' expedition to take Shreveport, Louisiana had advanced 150 miles up the Red River. For the troops of the 56th Ohio, the opening shots of the Battle of Sabine Crossroads (also called the Battle of Mansfield) were the sounds of a heated cavalry skirmish. Oddly enough, the regiment was ordered to go into camp. But shortly after lunch, they were called into action and upon getting upon the Mansfield Road, they ran smack into the army's supply train which blocked the road and greatly slowed their arrival on the field.
In a badly botched battle, the 56th Ohio and its comrades in the Third Division of the 13th Army Corps (only 1,500 in number), deployed into line just in time to witness the retreat of the Fourth Division and soon met the charging Rebels head-on. "It was worse than madness for us, numbering only 1,500, to attempt to turn the tide. But with a loud yell which could be distinctly heard above the roar of battle and the exultant shouts of the rapidly advancing lines of Rebels, we dashed forward through a thick wood when soon the falling branches of trees, the bursting shells, and the whistling of grape, canister, and rifle balls plainly told us we were not on very safe ground," one veteran remembered. "All throw blame on General Banks which he undoubtedly deserves. His train was run up within full view of the enemy’s lines, thus giving us no room to fall back and when he engaged them fought their whole force with a brigade or division at a time."
The following account of the debacle at Sabine Crossroads, penned by a soldier of the 56th Ohio only known as "H.," was published in the May 12, 1864 edition of the Gallipolis Journal.
Grand Ecore, Louisiana
April 15, 1864
Since
we left Natchitoches, we have been rapidly passing through some of the most
lively as well as strangest scenes we have ever witnessed. We are sometimes
almost inclined to doubt their reality but a glance at our shattered ranks
irresistibly forces the conviction upon us, that it is not a dream, but a hard
battle has been fought and we have been defeated and sustained a heavy loss.
At
6 o’clock on the morning of the 8th, we started from Pleasant Hill
on the Mansfield Road, the cavalry having moved out the evening before with the
13th Army Corps in front. About 9 o’clock, we were ordered forward
on the double-quick to support the cavalry which had been skirmishing heavily
all morning, the enemy slowly retiring. At 10:30, to the surprise of all, we
were ordered into camp while the firing still continued very heavy. About 1:30,
the Fourth Division was ordered forward and at 2:45 the Third Division
followed; the skirmish by this time had increased to a warm engagement.
We moved
at quick time, but as the train had been run to the front while we were in
camp, the road was completely blocked up that we could scarcely pass and by the
time we were to the front of train and even before, the Fourth Division was
badly cut up, their ammunition out. When we advanced into line, nearly the
whole division was in full retreat. This at once convinced us that as the Fourth
Division was at least three times the strength of the Third Division, it was
worse than madness for us, numbering only 1,100, to attempt to turn the tide.
But with a loud yell which could be distinctly heard above the roar of battle
and the exultant shouts of the rapidly advancing lines of Rebels, we dashed
forward through a thick wood when soon the falling branches of trees, the
bursting shells, and the whistling of grape, canister, and rifle balls plainly
told us we were not on very safe ground.
Groups
of the Fourth Division who had probably collected a few rounds from among the
dead and wounded could still be seen bravely trying to maintain their ground
against the many thousands who were pressing them from all sides. A squad of
the 77th Illinois rallied around their colors and Colonel after
their ammunition gave out, and a great many of them were shot after they
surrendered. At this moment, the Third Division charged driving them about 350
yards across a corn field. But here we were met by their support and seeing we
could drive them no further, we laid down, their fire passing over us. Their
lines all this time, notwithstanding the heavy fire of our artillery and the
close and deadly range of our little line of infantry, remained as steady as a
rock. When they began to move their flanking columns, they faced right and left
moving off with arms at a right shoulder shift as cool as if they were only on
a battalion drill. So close were the two lines that we could see them falling
by files and groups, so close and murderous was our range.
At 5:55,
the cry ran along our line for “more ammunition” and with this their whole line
charged us. Then commenced a scene that would beggar description. The road was
full of teams, which had in the eager haste of their drivers to escape, became
entangled in their gearing, and for 200-300 yards on either side of the woods
were full of flying cavalry, teams which had been cut loose from their pieces
and the infantry rushing pell mell to the rear followed closely by the
victorious enemy, presented a scene of the wildest confusion.
“The Rebs were within 75 yards of us, pressing on very leisurely, carrying arms at a right shoulder shift, paying no regard to our incessant rain of bullets in their ranks. Our ammunition became exhausted, I did not have a round left. We were ordered to retreat which we did, every man for himself. It was now sundown and we retreated four miles leaving over 100 wagons and about 22 pieces of artillery. The Rebels were following us closely and calling out to us to halt, but ‘nary halt’ except those who gave out. The 56th Ohio lost 40 men.” ~ Corporal Samuel L. Wood, Co. D, 56th Ohio Volunteer Infantry
We were
pursued thus about two-and-a-half miles when we met the 19th Army
Corps which had been ordered into camp at Summer Hill, and as dark was closing
in, the enemy was checked. Had the day been one hour longer the whole army
would in all probability have been taken. Colonel Raynor collected around him a
few of the 13th Army Corps and fell back to Pleasant Hill where we
met General A.J. Smith with a part of his force. The 19th Army Corps
fell back during the night and about 11 a.m. on the 9th, the retreat
was again commenced. General Smith formed in rear of the 19th corps
to cover it.
In the
evening, he was attacked but repulsed the enemy with great slaughter. Our
retreat was continued to this place, where we have fortified and are awaiting
an attack. Our loss is estimated at 1,950; the enemy’s is much greater. The
enemy’s force is estimated at about 40-45,000 men. All throw blame on General
Banks which he undoubtedly deserves. His train was run up within full view of
the enemy’s lines, thus giving us no room to fall back and when he engaged them
fought their whole force with a brigade or division at a time. We lost all the
artillery we had on the field and not less than 100 wagons, loaded with
rations, ammunition, and baggage.
Sources:
Letter from H., 56th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Gallipolis Journal (Ohio), May 12, 1864, pg. 1
Letter from Corporal Samuel L.
Wood, Co. D, 56th Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Gallipolis Journal (Ohio),
May 12, 1864, pg. 1
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