Becoming the Quietest Man in the Regiment: A Louisianan Remembers Shiloh
It was while rallying his regiment that Lieutenant Thomas Godfrey Pegues of the 16th Louisiana learned the value of making oneself inconspicuous on the field of battle. He learned the lesson on the morning of April 7, 1862 at Shiloh.
“Lieutenant
Sandidge of General Ruggles’ staff galloped up and seized the colors of the 16th
Louisiana and led the charge,” he recalled. “It was a gallant act. General Patton
Anderson, as brave a man as ever drew a blade, came riding down our line waving
his hat and encouraging the men. Catching the inspiration, I thought I would do
some of the encouraging act also; so, drawing my sword and waving it aloft, I
thought ‘If it is a sin to covet honor, then I am the most offending soul
alive.’ We had not moved far before a Minie ball took my cap from my head.
Sheathing my sword, I dismounted, picked up my cap, viewed the damage it had
sustained, remounted, and became the quietest man in the regiment.”
Pegues’ memoir of the Shiloh was originally read at a reunion of his original company, the Caddo Fencibles (Co. C of the 16th Louisiana Infantry), in August 1901 and was published in the November 1901 edition of Confederate Veteran.
It was a
short time after the first battle of Manassas and we feared the war would be
over before we could get into the fight. We reached New Orleans on August 17th [1861] and were mustered in Confederate service for the war. We were then sent to Camp
Moore where we began to drill and perfect ourselves in military discipline. Our
company was made the color company. While in this camp, the grounds had to be
cleaned up, stumps removed, and the camp enlarged to make room for drilling
purposes. This work was repugnant to some of the men who said, “we did not
volunteer to do police duty but joined the army to fight.” After getting into
active service, these same men were willing to do almost any kind of menial
work to keep them out of a fight.
We remained at Camp Moore until December
when we were ordered to Chalmette a few miles below New Orleans. Here we were
drilled constantly until the middle of February 1862 when we were sent to
Corinth, Mississippi to reinforce General Albert Sidney Johnston’s army which
had been seriously depleted by the surrender of Forts Donelson and Henry.
A considerable army was soon collected
at Corinth and speedily disciplined. The drum and fife were heard on every
hand, regiment after regiment arrived and took their places in the trenches,
and the tread of armed men and artillery dashing over the fields literally
shook the earth. General Johnston’s idea being to attack Grant before he could
concentrate his forces, he moved his army from Corinth on the evening of April
3, 1862. The march was slow on account of our immense wagon trains which were
taken along. Besides, the roads were badly cut up and miry. We ought to have
reached the field of Shiloh on the evening of April 4th and could if
the road had been dry.
Our
forces did not arrive on the field until the evening of the 5th and
the men slept that night in line and on arms. As we had left our blankets a
mile or more away, our only covering was leaves. We were quite close to the
Yankees and I could distinctly hear their bands playing. One of their tunes was
“Home Sweet Home” which usually produces the most pleasing
emotions but, on this occasion, those melodious strains stirred my heart with
feelings of bitterness towards those who were invading our homes to destroy
them. I slept but little that night but thought of what the morrow might bring
forth. How many of my comrades seemed to be peacefully sleeping near me who
might soon sleep to know no waking?
Before daybreak,
the army was astir. About 5 o’clock, the signal to battle was fired. The fight
began early and the musketry grew into a continual roar. We moved forward with glowing
enthusiasm and spirited impatience to close with the enemy. Soon we met our
wounded returning to the rear, seeking the services of the surgeons. Then we
began to march over dead Yankees who were scattered through the woods. At the
first encampment we found the enemy had left their breakfast cooling upon the
fires untasted. Here our regiment halted and a detail was made from each
company to bring out quartermaster and commissary stores which were most
abundant. Supplying ourselves with these necessaries, we moved forward and kept
the enemy on the run.
Colonel Preston Pond, Jr. |
They
undertook to make a stand at the second encampment but we drove them pell-mell
through it. The first bullets I heard that day sounded like bees flying
overheard and I voluntarily looked up to see if I could discover them in their
flight. Our brigade was on the extreme left and was composed of the 16th
Louisiana, 18th Louisiana, the Crescent Regiment, the Orleans Guards
Battalion, the 38th Tennessee, and Ketchum’s Battery. Colonel
Preston Pond was in command of the brigade and Major Daniel Gober commanded the 16th
Louisiana. I was acting as adjutant but Major Gober asked me to act as major.
Under the first fire, Major Gober’s horse was wounded and I gave him mine. It
was not long, however, before I captured another one which served me throughout
the battle.
About
noon, the battle abated until there was almost a cessation of hostilities which
continued for several hours. We thought the day was ours, but soon we were
ordered forward and a battery of the enemy situated upon a considerable hill
began to fire upon us. Getting under the protection of the hill, we remained
some time when one of General Beauregard’s aides rode up and ordered us to
charge the battery. The brigade moved up the hill on the summit of which was
another camp and where there were streets perpendicular to our lines of battle
and through which we had to pass.
Here
Major Gober displayed a coolness the like of which I never saw afterwards. As
we neared the camp (the regiment was still in line of battle and under a heavy
fire), he gave the command “By the right of companies to the front into column
battalion, by the right flank, march!” This order was executed with as much
precision as if we had been on drill. Each company filed up the streets and
when the obstacles were passed, the command was given “By company into line,
march!” We formed our battle line again and began firing at the enemy. This
assault was unsuccessful, and we lost heavily.
Night
coming on, we rested on our arms but a considerable rain fell which together
with the constant firing from the gunboats prevented our sleeping. At dawn on
the 7th, we were ordered to the right where, judging from the
firing, a hard battle was being fought. On the way thither, we saw some of the
results of the previous day’s fighting. Thousands of dead and wounded Yankees
lay in our path for the space of a mile or more. The sight was a ghastly one,
but it was cheerful in comparison with the live ones we saw a short while
afterwards for I could see long lines of Buell’s men marching to reinforce
Grant. Our shells would fall and explode among them, but the gaps were closed
up and the march continued.
General Daniel Ruggles |
About
this time, Lieutenant Sandidge of General Ruggles’ staff galloped up and seized
the colors of the 16th Louisiana and led the charge. It was a
gallant act. General Patton Anderson, as brave a man as ever drew a blade, came
riding down our line waving his hat and encouraging the men. Catching the
inspiration, I thought I would so some of the encouraging act also; so, drawing
my sword and waving it aloft, I thought ‘If it is a sin to covet honor, then I
am the most offending soul alive.’ We had not moved far before a Minie ball
took my cap from my head. Sheathing my sword, I dismounted, picked up my cap,
viewed the damage it had sustained, remounted, and became the quietest man in
the regiment.
Source:
“Caddo
Fencibles of Louisiana,” Lieutenant Thomas G. Pegues, Co. C, 16th
Louisiana Infantry, Confederate Veteran, November 1901, pgs. 498-499
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