An Awful Gauntlet: Vignettes of Brice’s Crossroads
On Friday June 10, 1864, a Federal expeditionary force of approximately 8,100 men under the command of General Samuel Sturgis clashed with the 3,500 men of General Nathan Bedford Forrest’s command at Brice’s Crossroads, Mississippi. It was a sharp clash fought amongst the burning heat and humidity of a hot Mississippi summer day, and one which ended in disaster for Sturgis’ command. Sturgis’ infantry regiments, forced to double quick the last several miles to the battlefield, put up a good fight but were so worn out and fatigued that the Federal line soon collapsed and fell back in disorder towards Memphis. In the ensuing days, Forrest pressed the pursuit and picked up more than 1,600 prisoners practically wrecking Sturgis’ force. As one Federal put it, it was “a great disaster.”
“Students of military tactics agree that the Brice’s Crossroads engagement was marked by the hardest kind of fighting and that it marked a brilliant tactical victory for Forrest,” states the National Park Service in their pamphlet about the battle. Today marking the 158th anniversary of the Battle of Brice’s Crossroads, I take pleasure in presenting vignettes from ten Federal infantrymen who recount the story of that battle and the disastrous march back to Memphis which followed.
“The day was excessively warm. When we got to within four
miles of the enemy, word was sent back to us by General Sturgis to hurry up, as
the cavalrymen were then engaging the enemy and holding them in check, and it
was necessary for us to be there to support them. The 95th Illinois
was therefore ordered forward at the double quick. Many of the boys fell out on
the way sunstruck, perishing and dying. The forces that reached the ground were
too much exhausted from the fatiguing march to risk an engagement, but they
went in with a will, determined on victory or death.” ~Chaplain Thomas R.
Satterfield, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry
“The 72nd Ohio was the first infantry regiment to
arrive at Tishomingo Creek. We found the cavalry there dismounted and a cavalry
officer stopped Colonel Eaton and asked “Colonel, where are all your men?” Colonel
Eaton waved his hand and said, “Here they are.” The cavalry officer gave him
the lay of the land and told him not to cross the creek as the woods were full
of Rebels. Colonel Eaton, however, did cross the bridge and went into a large
field to the left of the road where Waterhouse’s battery came later. When we
got in the middle of the field, the Rebels fired on us from the woods in our
front and Colonel Eaton ordered the regiment to lie down except my company (D)
which he ordered to the front.” ~Sergeant J. Michael Beckley, Co. D, 72nd
Ohio Volunteer Infantry
“We were formed in line in what I consider one of the worst
positions we could have taken. The enemy’s lines must have been formed before
we reached the ground on one side of a narrow ridge while ours was formed on
the other side, and I think within 10 rods of their lines. The top of the ridge
was covered with a very dense growth of underbrush so dense that one could see
into it but a short distance. We had no notice that the enemy was near us until
they fired on us. I led the regiment by
the flank along the road until we were almost to the top of the hill. The boys
were so exhausted that when we halted, they fell out beside the road and were in
the worst kind of condition to receive an attack.” ~Second Lieutenant John D.
Abbe, Co. K, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry
“As we got our line formed, Cos. A, B, and I were sent into
the thicket as skirmishers, but they had not moved forward three rods before
they were fired on by the enemy and had two or three wounded. They were ordered
back at once, but before they were with us, the enemy had advanced on our right
flank where the cavalry line was formed. That line fell back after they fired a
volley or two. This allowed the enemy to fall on the right of the 81st
Illinois and gave them an opportunity to rake our lines. The 81st,
as the enemy came up, captured a flag then fell back about ten rods forming a
line in a somewhat better position. The enemy pushed up to the fence in front
of the 81st and some of them charged the field but deemed it prudent
to withdraw. Now came our disasters. The colonel, while reforming the line, was
struck by a ball in the groin. The femoral artery was severed, and he was soon
beyond help. Captain William H. Stewart then took command but had scarcely done
so when he was struck by a bullet which passed through both thighs. Captain
Bush, next in rank, was called on to take command and went to the right where
there was the heaviest pressure on the line. He soon came back to me near the
left with word that our ammunition was going out. After a moment’s
consultation, he decided that I had better go and get a supply.” ~Second
Lieutenant John D. Abbe, Co. K, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry
Unidentified western Federal cavalryman with a Colt dragoon revolver and sword.
“When the Confederates advanced to attack, the engagement was
sharp and bloody. The right of the Union line, against which the onslaught was
fiercest, was finally forced back. It was a critical moment for the Federal
front was broken. I was the color bearer of the 9th Minnesota and that
the contest here was fierce and bloody is evident from the fact that three of
my color guard were shot down. Soon after this, the regiment on the left and
left center gave way. While the battle was raging, the head of the wagon train
arrived within a short distance of the firing line and was ordered to be parked
in an open field where the cavalry was reorganizing and from where it was, a
little later, turned to the rear. After another hour of severe fighting, the
Confederates again appeared on our flanks and again we were compelled to fall
back. The Third Brigade composed of colored troops had arrived with the wagon
train and were sent forward. Certainly they fought nobly and aided materially
in holding the enemy in check, but the Union forces were outflanked every time
they drove the enemy back and were compelled to retreat to prevent being
surrounded.” ~Second Lieutenant Colin Francis MacDonald, Co. I, 9th
Minnesota Volunteer Infantry
“On a hill in our rear, the artillery was stationed and were
shooting over our heads. We fell back to the hill and made another stand, but
the left soon gave way again. I succeeded in rallying them, but another break
followed before I returned to my regiment. By going down the ravine, I managed
to get what was left of my command off the field. The enemy then took
possession of the guns and began firing on our retreating column. An effort was
made to rally the men, but it proved of no avail, and a perfect stampede
ensued.” ~Colonel Reuben L. Sidwell, 108th Illinois Volunteer
Infantry
“The train was taken right along with the troops and was
directly in our rear during the engagement. When we were obliged to retreat,
here we had this train behind us to block up the road and save if possible. The
confusion that ensued is beyond all description. The enemy keeping a continual
fire upon us, wagons and artillery rushing this way and that; men lying dead
and wounded along the road while others fallen from sheer exhaustion and the
road strewn with every kind of kind of camp equipage. Over 200 wagons had to be
abandoned or burnt right where they stood. Altogether this presented a most
painful sight.” ~Sergeant Charles O. Little, Co. H, 95th Ohio
Volunteer Infantry
“Colonel McMillen, commanding the brigade, came up just then
and told Colonel Eaton to get across the road and get the wagon train started.
He put the 95th Ohio to our left and the 93rd Indiana to
the right and then rode in among the teamsters and got them started back up the
road. Our brigade followed in the rear and on the flanks to keep the Rebels
back. Our cavalry had disappeared and left the infantry to take care of the
wagon trains. When we got to the swamp where the road had been corduroyed, the
bottom fell out and the wagon train became stuck in the mud. We were ordered to
pass around the train. The teamsters had unhitched their mules and skinned out.”
~Sergeant J. Michael Beckley, Co. D, 72nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry
“I ordered the command to retire which they did in good
order, the enemy pursuing us no further. It was so dark. I marched about three
or four miles and halted to rest but learning that our troops ahead were in
full retreat and receiving orders to move on. I did so and about 8:30 came upon
the rear of the main body composed of Negroes. We were obliged to halt upon
account of the train and artillery which was impeded by a swamp ahead. About
midnight after learning that they were irretrievable stuck and most of the
animals taken off, I ordered the remainder to be unhitched and the command to
move on. With difficulty we got through the swamp. Cannon, wagons, and
ambulances were left in the mud. Horses were floundering about, and men were
rushing past each other in the wildest confusion. Abandoned wagons set on fire
by the fleeing mule whackers, spiked and dismantled artillery pieces, discarded
muskets, haversacks, and clothing lined the road. The darkness of the night was
hideous.” ~ Colonel Michael Wilkin, 9th Minnesota Volunteer Infantry
“At Ripley, they surrounded us, and a desperate fight ensued
between the colored troops and the enemy resulting in the repulse of the latter
and great praise is due to the colored troops for their coolness and bravery. I
never saw troops fight more enthusiastically. They were surrounded three times
and cut their way out and shouted at the enemy as they mowed them down ‘Remember
Fort Pillow!’ which seems to have become a common phrase with the colored
troops in battle.” ~Orderly Sergeant Bushrod H. “Hamp” Lewis, Co. K, 95th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry
“Very few of the infantry had any cartridges left. The march
of 31 miles during the night completely wore out the strength of the troops,
but on reaching Ripley at daybreak, only a short stop was made, not long enough
to prepare breakfast for the enemy was following us and driving in the rear
guard as soon as it was light enough to see clearly. All day long our weary men
fled before the enemy who pursued on horseback, and many were captured. I
managed to keep ahead of the Rebels until about 5 o’clock on Saturday [June 11th].
I had not seen or heard a Rebel for an hour when I came to a clearing and saw
one of our cavalry boys by the side of the road asleep. I thought of borrowing
his horse to help me along, but when I looked at him, my heart failed me. I
thought, “Poor fellow, you need a horse worse than I do” and passed on. I had
gone but a half a mile when I heard the report of a revolver and “Halt, you
Yankee!” I looked back and saw my cavalry friend coming full speed with a Rebel
after him and each firing at the other. I started on a run to try and get ahead
of them until I reached a strip of
woods, but the road was bad, and I was too tired to run fast. Just as the
cavalryman passed me, he turned to fire a shot at the Rebel and his horse ran
against me, striking me with his knees and knocking me down, stunning me so
that I was unable to get up at first. On went the soldier and I suppose he
safely got away, but the Rebel rode up and took me prisoner.” ~Private Jacob F.
Hutchinson, Co. C, 72nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry
“There were many touching and thrilling scenes along the
road, Only think of the wounded riding upon mules or in the ambulances for 100
miles without having their wounds dressed. Of the stench arising from the blood
and the swarms of flies that would follow. Of the work of the flies upon the
wounds. Yet there was scarcely a murmur from the wounded men. Men here and
there would lay down by the roadside and plead piteously for a mule to ride,
saying they were worn out, their feet were all sore and their legs could not
carry them. But the rider would reply that he was wounded or worn out, hence
they would have to abandon them to their fate.” ~Chaplain Thomas R.
Satterfield, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry
“It has been a great disaster. We have lost not less than
2,000 men, upwards of 200 wagons, 16 pieces of artillery, a large quantity of
supplies and ammunition, and 5,000 stand of small arms. Out of five regiments
and a battery, but about 380 have been saved, all the rest being killed,
wounded, or taken prisoners. The 113th Illinois left here with about
300 men only 88 have returned. I lost everything I had. I was completely cut
off at one time and did not have a staff officer or even an orderly with me. By
almost superhuman efforts in tearing down a rail fence I managed to get through,
but it was an awful gauntlet I tell you.” ~Colonel George B. Hoge, 113th
Illinois Volunteer Infantry, commanding Second Brigade
“”We lost everything except what we carried ourselves I unfortunately
had my blankets, overcoat, and shawl, and a change of clothing along, all of
which are gone. My feet are at present so swollen and blistered that I can
hardly wear any kind of shoe. I am still very sore and weak and am just able to
walk about and the boys says I look as though I had been drawn through a
knothole the march thinned me down so much. Of Sturgis I can’t say much and
everybody on the expedition is perfectly disgusted with him.” ~Sergeant Charles
O. Little, Co. H, 95th Ohio Volunteer Infantry
Sources:
Letter from Chaplain Thomas R. Satterfield, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry, Woodstock Sentinel (Illinois), June 29, 1864, pg. 4
Letter from Second Lieutenant John D. Abbe, Co. K, 95th Illinois Volunteer Infantry, Belvidere Standard (Illinois), June 28, 1864, pg. 2
“The Guntown Fight,” Colonel Reuben L. Sidwell, 108th Illinois Volunteer Infantry, Chicago Tribune (Illinois), February 27, 1882, pg. 8
Letter from Colonel George B. Hoge, 113th Illinois Volunteer Infantry, Daily Chattanooga Rebel (Georgia), July 2, 1864, pg. 2 (letter originally ran in Chicago Post)
“The Civil War and Alexander Wilkin,” Minnesota History, Spring 1965, pg. 187
“Battle of Brice’s Crossroads, Miss.,” Second Lieutenant Colin Francis MacDonald, Co. I, 9th Minnesota Volunteer Infantry, The National Tribune Scrapbook, pgs. 26-27
“72nd Ohio at Guntown,” Sergeant J. Michael Beckley, Co. D, 72nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry, National Tribune, February 21, 1924
“Glimpses of a Prisoner’s Life,” Private Jacob F. Hutchinson, Co. C, 72nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry, The Ohio Soldier (Ohio), September 15, 1888, pg. 169
Letter from Sergeant Charles O. Little, Co. H, 95th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Delaware Gazette (Ohio), June 24, 1864, pg. 2
Letter from Orderly Sergeant Bushrod H. “Hamp” Lewis, Co. K,
95th Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Madison County Union (Ohio),
June 23, 1864, pg. 3
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