Riding with Barlow: Edward C. Culp at the Battle of Gettysburg
In this article originally published in the March 19, 1885 edition of the National Tribune, former 25th Ohio officer Edward C. Culp provides an account of his experiences of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg while serving on the staff of Brigadier General Francis C. Barlow, commanding the First Division of the 11th Army Corps.
Captain Edward C. Culp, Co. A, 25th Ohio Volunteer Infantry |
It was on the 12th of June 1863 that our corps left camp to participate in the Gettysburg campaign and the 29th of June found it at Emmitsburg, Maryland. Both armies were being rapidly concentrated- Lee having issued orders for his corps commanders to unite at Gettysburg. On the date above given, the First and Eleventh Corps were at Emmitsburg, the Third and Twelfth at Middleburg, the Fifth at Taneytown, the Second at Uniontown, and the Sixth at New Windsor. On the 30th, the army advanced nearer the Susquehanna, the Eleventh remaining at Emmitsburg. The First Corps had been ordered to Gettysburg, but General Reynolds, its commander, had halted it at Marsh Creek, as the enemy was reported nearing his position.
At this time, General Meade determined
to make his defensive position on Pipe Creek about 15 miles southeast of
Gettysburg. In looking over the country around Gettysburg, it is difficult to
conceive what Meade’s idea could have been in selecting this position. He could
not have forced Lee to fight him on that line as it did not in any way
interfere with the latter’s communications; Lee might have kept up his depredations
in Pennsylvania, retiring at his convenience across the Potomac. But fortunate
blunders intervened in favor of the Union cause, and a gallant Pennsylvania
General Reynolds was fortunately near the Rebel forces.
Without orders from Meade, he
determined to continue his advance to Gettysburg, directing the Eleventh Corps
to come to his support and upon the morning of July 1st, our corps
was marching rapidly towards Gettysburg with General Barlow’s Division in
advance. General Barlow had been ordered to halt the head of the column and
await orders when he reached a church four miles from Gettysburg. Before
reaching that place, however, heavy cannonading was heard in the direction of
Gettysburg and General Barlow directed me to ride ahead as rapidly as possible,
ascertain the cause of the firing, and also to carry the information that he
would not halt at the church.
I rode with speed towards Gettysburg,
but before reaching the town made up my mind that the heaviest fighting was
going on to the left of the road and struck across the fields. But before reaching
the battlefield I met Captain Pearson of General Howard’s staff and repeated my
order to him. He replied, “I was just on my way to General Barlow. Ride back
and tell the General, for God’s sake, to push on with the utmost speed. The
First Corps has been engaged for three hours with a greatly superior force
which is being rapidly reinforced. General Reynolds and half his corps are
killed and wounded, and General Howard has assumed command.”
General Francis C. Barlow |
This was about 11 a.m., not over
five minutes either way, and I have often wondered since whether General Howard
knew at that time of the death of Reynolds. I know, as I rode back, my
impression was that Captain Pearson was carrying the intelligence to General
Howard of Reynolds’ death and knowing General Howard had reached Gettysburg and
was the ranking officer, had, of course, assumed command. General Barlow had become
impatient and dispatched Captain [Charles P.] Wickham, one of his staff
officers, for orders. I met Wickham, and we rode back, meeting General Barlow
some distance ahead of his command which was marching almost at a double quick.
I repeated the information received from Captain Pearson and General Barlow
directed captain Wickham to return to the head of the column and urge the march
as much as possible.
The battle was raging furiously,
the whole of the First Corps being engaged and having suffered great loss.
General Barlow rode to the suburbs of Gettysburg, accompanied by myself, and
there met a staff officer of General Howard who directed him where to take his
division. The officer spoke of what a small reserve we would have on Cemetery
Hill. Our corps soon came in sight on the dusty road and at 1 o’clock was in
position on the right of Schimmelpfennig’s division, prolonging the line of the
First Corps to the right on Seminary Ridge. Steinwehr’s division with the
reserve artillery under Major [Thomas] Osborne was placed on Cemetery Hill in
rear of Gettysburg. This disposition, I am well satisfied, was made by the
direct order of General Howard who had preceded his corps to Gettysburg,
reaching there in time to hear of General Reynolds’ death. He knew that he had,
at best, but a feeble force left. The First Corps was being driven back, and he
could only hope to check the Rebel advance with the remnant of the First Corps
and two divisions he could spare from the Eleventh Corps backed by the reserve
artillery.
I understood from staff officers
immediately after the battle that while General Howard was making his
dispositions for holding Cemetery Hill, he received five distinct orders from
General Meade to withdraw his forces and not attempt to hold the position he
had chosen. To each dispatch he returned the reply that he could not withdraw
his forces but would hold the position until reinforced by the army, and that
finally General Hancock was sent forward by General Meade to use his judgment
and upon it the latter would act. Hancock recognized the value of the position
and the balance of the army push rapidly forward. General Howard does not mention
this matter in his reminiscences, but I know it was talked about and believed
by nearly all the officers in the corps.
Major General Oliver O. Howard |
The two divisions of the
Eleventh Corps were under severe fire before they were well in position and the
battle raged furiously and obstinately without one ray of hope that we could do
any better than to finally fall back to the cemetery. I never saw as hopeless a
battle as that afternoon’s fighting, and I never saw as many individual acts of
courage. Every officer and private knew that we would finally fall back. During
the hottest of the fight, I was returning to General Barlow from executing an
order and in passing over the field, I caught a glimpse through in opening of
the woods of moving troops. I rode back to get a fresh look from a little
eminence and became satisfied they were Rebel reinforcements. As I reached General
Barlow, he exclaimed, ‘What is that skirmish line stopping for?’ The
skirmishers, a very heavy line, had advanced to the edge of the woods into
which I had seen the reinforcements marching and had, of course, discovered
them.
Barlow’s division was moving in
rapid support of the cloud of skirmishers and he struck spurs into his horse
and dashed forward to the skirmish line before I had time to give my
information. I rode by his side, however, and told him what I had seen. By that
time, we had reached the skirmish line and one glance showed that I was
correct. Thousands of fresh troops were hurled against our weakened lines. General
Barlow directed me to inform General Howard and to request artillery support.
Before I had ridden 20 rods, General Barlow was severely wounded and all but
one of his staff officers and orderlies killed or wounded.
I found General Howard on
Cemetery Hill and now, after nearly 22 years, I linger with pride upon that
interview which in two or three minutes taught me what a cool and confident man
could do. No hurry, no confusion in his mind. He knew that if he could get his
troops in any kind of order back of those stone walls, the country was safe and
that upon the succeeding days, Lee would meet his great defeat. While I was
receiving instructions from General Howard, General Hancock rode up to the former,
the first meeting they had that day. As near as I can remember, it was a little
after 4 o’clock and I am confident I am only a few minutes, if any, out of the
way.
My message to General Barlow was
that orders had been issued for a retreat to Cemetery Hill. Before I could reach
that position occupied by Barlow’s Division, I met the retreating regiments of
the First Corps and of Schimmelpfennig’s Division, followed by my own division.
There was no organization so far as I could see, and I sat upon my horse and
saw thousands of soldiers pass. Neither was there any great hurry. The army was
defeated for the day, but in broken squads was moving leisurely back to Cemetery
Hill. I recall one pleasing memory of Gettysburg: the noble women who stood upon
their doorsteps and passed cups of cold water to the thirsty soldiers and I
recall many cheers that greeted their heroism. Soldiers that could stop to
drink water and then cheer benefactors were not much frightened.
Noticing a familiar form
clinging to a lamppost, I rode up and discovered a captain of my regiment badly
wounded. In caring for him, I discovered I was liable to become a prisoner. I
dashed up the street to find it absolutely blockaded with ambulances, abandoned
wagons, and caissons. I was still riding my horse, and too valuable a one to
lose; besides, he had stood my friend in several hot places and was reliable as
steel. As a last resort, I rode up the steps of a veranda, opened the hall
door, and rode through the hall into a large sitting room in which the
frightened family was gathered. I asked if there was a lane back of the lot I
could get out through, and a young lady of perhaps 16 quickly opened the door
and requesting me to follow her, tripped lightly through the house and to the
back of the lot where she commenced to let down some bars. Telling her not to
mind the bars but get back and to the cellar as quickly as possible, I jumped
my horse over the bars and just saved myself from a trip to Libby prison.
Without much opposition from the
Rebels, our scattered forces were rallied upon Cemetery Hill. Regiments,
brigades, and divisions rapidly reformed and by 5 or 6 o’clock, our position
was fairly secure. We lay on our arms, happy in the thought that by the morning
our position would be reinforced by the balance of the best army ever organized
and that for once, we would have things our own way.
Source:
“Gettysburg: Reminiscences of the Great Fight from a Participant.”
First Lieutenant Edward C. Culp, 25th Ohio Volunteer Infantry, National
Tribune, March 19, 1885, pg. 3
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