Louder than the Bolts of Heaven: With the 1st Michigan at Gaines Mill
Private John
Engle of the 1st Michigan Infantry described the terrifying moments
of combat at Boatswains' Swamp near Gaines Mill, Virginia on June 27, 1862. His regiment had just opened fire on the charging Rebels and before
long, Engle had burned through most of his ammunition.
“In 20
minutes from the time I fired the first shot, my rifle was so hot that I could
hardly hold it in my hands and in ramming down a cartridge, my gun exploded
from the heat of the barrel, blowing my ramrod sky-high. We had the patent
cartridges and could load with amazing rapidity. I took our orderly sergeant’s
gun and continued the fight until we were ordered to fall back. During the
fight, one of the Rebel bullets shaved the whiskers on my left cheek, slightly
scorching the skin. It made the fire sparkle in my left eye a little, and I
sent him my compliments with a good will. But, pshaw, I cannot give you half a
description,” he lamented.
During the Seven Days’ Campaign, the 1st Michigan was part of Brigadier General John Martindale’s First Brigade of General George Morrell’s First Division of Fitz-John Porter’s 5th Army Corps. Engle’s letter, originally written to his brother James in Tekonsha, Michigan, saw publication in the August 20, 1862 edition of the Marshall Statesman published in Marshall, Michigan.
Two unidentified Union soldiers attired in nine-button frock coats and regulation brass pose with their Lorenz rifle muskets and bayonets. |
Headquarters Army of the Potomac
Harrison’s Landing, Virginia
August 2, 1862
Brother James,
I
received your welcome letter last night and was very glad to hear from you and
that you all were well. Augustus [younger brother] and I are well at present though we have been
ailing with dysentery, a prevalent complaint here. You asked me to write the
particulars and incidents of the battles that we have been engaged in. Your
request is a pretty hard one for I am no hand at composing. If I were with you
at home, I might give you a pretty fair description, for I can talk better than
I can write, but I will try and gratify you.
On
the 26th of June commenced our work in earnest. Our brigade was
ordered to march about noon towards the enemy near Mechanicsville. The rest of
our division had previously moved to the front and on the left of our brigade.
When we arrived near Mechanicsville the roar of cannon and fierce rattle of musketry
told us plainly that the bloody work had commenced. A part of our brigade was
at once deployed as skirmishers on the right to ascertain, if possible, the strength
of the Rebels in that direction and our time was chiefly employed till midnight
in skirmishing with the enemy. But the right of our division was fighting
bravely with the Rebels all the afternoon and held their ground against
superior numbers.
At midnight,
we were ordered to fall back and about 10 o’clock on the 27th we
took position near Gaines’ Mill in line of battle. We formed a line about three
miles in length and skirmishers were thrown out in front of each regiment. Cos.
D and E were deployed in front of our regiment on the same ground we had drilled
over many a time in our daily exercises. Little did we then think that we were
going to work in earnest so soon on the same ground.
General John Martindale |
In about
half an hour, the Rebel skirmishers made their appearance and soon we had warm
work. More than once the dirt and sand was thrown on me by the enemy’s bullets
and I tried to give them as good as they sent. There was one fellow in
particular who got up in a tree so he could see us fair and he shot uncomfortably
close. I caught sight of him through the leaves and elevating the sights on my
old Enfield, I sent him my best respects twice. No more shots came from that
tree.
We held
our ground as skirmishers till about 3 o’clock when the main body of the enemy
came up and then we were called back and took our post in the main line of
battle. By this time, the artillery on both sides had fairly got to work and
the shot and shells filled the air, and it was not long before the Rebel
infantry in their gray uniforms four ranks deep made their appearance. And let
it be remembered we were only two ranks deep throughout that terrible fight. As
soon as they came within reach of our rifles, we went at them. To merely say
our men fought bravely seems too tame a word.
I will
give you a little idea how they fought from my own experience, and I claim to
be no better than the majority. In 20 minutes from the time, I fired the first
shot, my rifle was so hot that I could hardly hold it in my hands and in
ramming down a cartridge, my gun exploded from the heat of the barrel, blowing
my ramrod sky-high. We had the patent cartridges and could load with amazing
rapidity. I took our orderly sergeant’s gun and continued the fight until we
were ordered to fall back. We drove the Rebels back three different times with
terrible loss. But the last time they came strongly reinforced and six ranks
deep, and our men had received no reinforcements and were nearly exhausted from
fighting. Again, the battle raged along the while line; our troops fought
obstinately, aye, desperately, and the ground was strewn with heaps of the dead
and dying. But on they came, their rear ranks marching behind with fixed
bayonets urging their front ranks on. And now our right and left flanks are
surged back, being overpowered by numbers and when we were nearly surrounded
our regiment was ordered to fall back.
During
the fight, one of the Rebel bullets shaved the whiskers on my left cheek,
slightly scorching the skin. It made the fire sparkle in my left eye a little,
and I sent him my compliments with a good will. But, pshaw, I cannot give you
half a description. If you had been there, you would say so. After we fell back
about half a mile, we met the brave Irish Brigade commanded by the brave
Meagher coming to our relief and as they passed to the front, they said to so, “Hold
on boys and see us pitch into them.” We did hold on, and the way they did pitch
into them with the bayonet was a caution to old soldiers. They drove them back
with fierce slaughter and regained all the ground our men had lost. All honor
to the Irish Brigade!
Lieutenant Francis Raymond Rice, Cos. A and F, 1st Michigan Inf. |
After
the battle of Gaines’ Mill, we fell back to Malvern Hill where we arrived on
the 29th of June, halted, and stacked arms about one hour, then we
were ordered to the battlefield, but the Rebels did not make their appearance
that day. We slept on our arms that night. Early the next morning, the roar of
cannon told us plainly that the enemy was close at hand, and soon the shot and
shell came whistling around us, and our brigade had to stand there and endure
it till about 4 p.m. We lost a good many men by the bursting of shells without
being able to return the shot with our rifles, but our artillery piled the
Rebels in heaps. At 4 o’clock we were called up to within 15 rods of the Rebel
line and then our boys went to work and in 20 minutes the Rebel line was wiped
out. They had either fallen or fled, and the ground was strewn with the dead
and wounded, and their loss was terrible.
As we
were going on to the field and were dashing past Griffin’s battery, the old
hero called out “What regiment is that?” We replied, “The 1st
Michigan!” Says he, “boys, my battery is safe” then turning to his men he said,
“Sergeant, double shot those guns!” And louder than the bolts of heaven flashed
the loud artillery and the grape and canister shot could be plainly heard
crashing through the serried ranks of the Rebels as they fled in dismay from
the blood-encrimsoned field. After dark, Cos. D and E were ordered out on
picket duty and we were deployed out among the Rebel killed and wounded. Some
of our own brave boys with their blue uniforms lay there side by side with
their mortal foes. But, oh, how can I describe the scene? There they lay in
heaps, friend and foe, horse and rider, in one red burial blent. We stayed on
the field till 2 o’clock at night and then commenced our march for Harrison’s
Landing.
At
daylight, it began to rain and it rained hard all day. I marched with my
company till about 9 o’clock in the morning when exhausted nature could stand
it no longer and I fell out by the roadside to rest my wearied frame. I lay on
the ground about an hour and then feeling a little rested, I got up and
staggered through the rain and mud and got to our camp about 4 p.m. I found the
mud there about one foot deep on average. I crawled off in the woods and lay
down on some poles and slept there until the next morning. And here I am yet
but guess you will be glad if I stop, and I will come to a halt and a right
about face.
John Engle, Jr.
Source:
Letter from Private John Engle, Jr., Co. E, 1st
Michigan Volunteer Infantry, Marshall Statesman (Michigan), August 20,
1862, pg. 1
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