The Mystic Chords of Memory: Opequon, Saratoga, and the 77th New York
In the closing stages of the Battle of Opequon, Lieutenant Colonel Winsor B. French halted his 77th New York in the Old Stone Presbyterian Church graveyard near Winchester, Virginia. Walking among the graves, he discovered one that reminded him of his regimental hometown in New York and of the “mystic chords of memory stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave” that connected the Revolutionary War with the Civil War.
At his feet lay the grave of Revolutionary
War hero General Daniel Morgan, considered one of the finest tacticians of that war. Morgan won his laurels in upstate New York in the fall of
1777, leading the 500-man Provisional Rifle Corps, often called Morgan’s
Sharpshooters, during the Continental victories at Saratoga and Bemis Heights. Colonel French could remember the 77th New York's original regimental colors to visualize the deep connection between the regiment with
the Morgan and the battles at Saratoga. The Tiffany-made
flag featured scenes akin to John Turnbull's famous 1822 painting depicting Burgoyne’s surrender at Saratoga in October
1777; among the Continental troops depicted in the picture was none other than Daniel
Morgan. As he stood at graveside, Colonel French contemplated how his service
and Morgan’s wove into the broader tapestry of American history.
“I could not help but think of
Saratoga, the Bemis Height battle ground, when the then Colonel did such noble
service for his country, and how his sharpshooters made the red coats run,”
French recalled. “And I wondered if his spirit did not hover over this battlefield,
fighting to uphold the cause he fought to establish, and to continue the
Government he fought to inaugurate. Surely the God of battles must aid our just
cause.”
Colonel French was delighted at
the success of Sheridan’s army in their twin victories at Opequon and Fisher’s
Hill but wondered at the impact it would have on the upcoming Presidential
election. “Our army is in the highest spirits, and finest state of discipline.
The result of this last fight is so much the more glorious from the fact that
our loss was comparatively nothing. We are continually saying, what an effect
this will have upon our people at home. Will they now clamor for "Peace at
any price," and a "cessation of hostilities?" Is it possible
that after so much blood, that our people will be deceived into a delusive
hope? Tell the citizen population of your town and county that we who are
fighting to sustain our country's honor and republican institutions will look
back with sorrow upon any compromise with traitors. Rebels with swords must be
conquered by the sword. Have we not taken the planks out of the Chicago
Platform within the past four days? Let them all be taken out; they are rotten
and deceptive.”
Little did Colonel French know that more fighting lay ahead, and that within a month of writing this letter he would find himself commanding the brigade on the field during the desperate fighting at Cedar Creek, his brigade commander General Daniel D. Bidwell having been killed by a shell. French’s letter describing the Battles of Opequon, and Fisher’s Hill first saw publication in the October 13, 1864, edition of the Saratogian.
Headquarters 77th Regiment, N. Y. S. V., Woodstock,
Virginia
September 28, 1864
We have been marching all night,
chasing the flying enemy, and have halted to rest and draw rations. I am not in
condition to write you a letter for publication, but I should be unjust to the
many friends of the 77th did
I not, at least, let you know of the splendid success of this army, and the
part our regiment took in the engagements.
During my three years in the military service I have never
seen such splendid fighting, and with such signal success. Let me give a brief
account.
Monday morning, at half past 1
we broke camp and took the pike through Berryville, across the Occoquan Creek
toward Winchester; the cavalry leading, and the Third Brigade (ours) leading
the whole infantry force. We crossed the Creek at sunrise and pushed rapidly
forward and took position on a hill, where a few cavalrymen were fighting and
holding the position with some difficulty. The enemy tried very hard to shell
us out, and we suffered much from the sharpshooters. Here it was Lieutenants
Ross, Gillis, VanDerwerker and Worden, were wounded, all slightly, or at least
not dangerously.
Second Lieutenant George H. Gillis Co. G, 77th New York Wounded in action September 19, 1864 |
Being the advance of the army,
of course it was a long time before the line could go forward in concert, as it
requires much time to put troops in position. I dreaded to advance, for our
front was a wide-open field, with no protection whatever, and across which in
the skirt of a wood the enemy were in line, and their artillery fire was very
severe. At length the order to advance and attack the enemy was given, and the
whole line went forward in most splendid style. I had three companies deployed
as skirmishers and followed them closely with my line. There is no grander
sight in the world than an infantry charge in line. Our batteries were in
position, and the engagement at once became very hot; but still we went
steadily forward.
Lt. Col. Winsor Brown French 77th New York Brevet Brigadier General |
The enemy, posted on the hills
in front of the town, did sad execution with their artillery. One brigade of
the 19th Corps broke, leaving the right flank of our Corps, which
was held by the Second Division [General George W. Getty], exposed, and it was
obliged to fall back, thereby compelling the First and Third Brigades of our
Division to retire, owing to the conformation of the ground and the line. The Third
Brigade held its ground, at least 900 yards in front of the original position.
Soon, however, the First Division, General David A. Russell, which had been
held in reserve, came up in magnificent style, the old General leading, and the
enemy were forced back, and our line gained, and held securely the position
from which they were just before driven. Here we rested for two hours, I should
think, when heavy firing commenced away on our right, and amid the loudest
cheering the whole line advanced. At the same time Wilson's Division of Cavalry
made a charge on our left, and in a short time after Torbert did the same on
our right. The sequel is soon told; the enemy ran in the wildest disorder,
horses were riderless, pack horses galloping, strewing the ground with
officers' mess stuff, tents, kettles, baggage, & c. Men threw away their
arms, artillerists cut their horses loose, and rode them off at the wildest
speed; in short, it was a complete rout.
Darkness put an end to pursuit
and the Rebs escaped—only to be again trapped. As I advanced my line the right
rested near a graveyard, upon one of the tomb stones of which was inscribed the
name of Major General Daniel Morgan, died in 1802, etc. I could not help but
think of Saratoga, the Bemis Height battle ground, when the then Colonel did such
noble service for his country, and how his sharpshooters made the red coats
run. And I wondered if his spirit did not hover over this battlefield, fighting
to uphold the cause he fought to establish, and to continue the Government he
fought to inaugurate. Surely the God of battles must aid our just cause.
At 6 a. m. on the 20th
we gave chase, and marched to Strasburg, 18 miles, where we arrived at 3 p.m.
Nothing more was done on that day. I was detailed Corps officer of the day and
established the line. At noon on the 21st, the order was given to
commanders of corps and divisions to take designated positions in front of
Fisher's Hill, and for me to advance my line and secure a good position to
protect the movement. The army got into position and immediately commenced to
entrench, as is customary. One would have thought we expected an attack; but
the military genius of Phil. Sheridan comprehended the position and was
determined to drive the enemy from his stronghold.
General Daniel Morgan of Virginia |
Fisher's Hill is one of the
ugliest positions I ever saw, strongly fortified with batteries, bearing upon
every avenue of approach. One would think, to look at it, that no body of men
could take it, flanked on either side as it is by mountains; the Shenandoah, or
north branch thereof, being also in front of the left portion of the hill. The
North and South Mountains, spurs, or rather independent short ranges, divide
the Alleghany and Blue Ridge ranges, respectively flanked the otherwise
naturally strong position.
At about 5 o'clock Major General
George Crook had worked his force along the side of North Mountain, completely
flanking the positions which everybody supposed couldn't be flanked and
commenced driving the enemy. This was a signal for the Sixth Corps to advance,
which it did, dashing through the woods, over hills, into hollows, across
gulleys, over walls, fences, and every conceivable obstruction, and the enemy
at the same time pouring upon us all his fiery vengeance, in the shape of shot
and shell. Soon as the line was sufficiently swung round a Division of the 19th
Corps charged, and then the roar of artillery and musketry was terrific; but
amid it all the cheers of our advancing columns rang out into the troubled air.
Sheridan came along the lines
almost unattended, seeming to appear at every place where there was the least
wavering, and such enthusiasm I never saw. The men rushed almost wildly
forward, regardless of lines of battle, each striving to outdo the other in
noble daring. Oh, if there is anything that will stir the deepest feelings of
man's nature, making ready and willing to die for our country, it is a battle.
Its horrors and awful grandeur no one who has not seen one can imagine. On, on,
went this blue mass of living men, and back rolled the Rebel horde, shattered,
frightened and demoralized, too cowardly to make a good fight even behind
earthworks. The heights are taken, and with them 16 pieces of artillery, and
battle flags and prisoners, I do not know how many.
Corporal Stephen A. Pierce, Co. A 77th New York Killed in action March 25, 1865 at Petersburg Promoted to Lt. in Dec. 1864 |
The enemy fell back in disorder,
without the least formation, just one mass of gray backs scattered over the
plain, moving back like a vast mob, all running for dear life, and our men
chasing them with but little better formation. Truly it was a soldier's fight,
and the charge being under way, the heights would have been taken without an
officer save our noble chief. So the battle of Strasburg was fought and won,
and this valley, one of the finest in the world, reclaimed from Rebel rule.
I am led to inquire what Rebel
soldiery will fight if Early's army will not. They are certainly the finest
body of men I ever saw bearing arms; strong, healthy, intelligent fellows, the
very best troops in the Confederate service. The old Brigade, Division and
Corps of Stonewall Jackson—of which we have so long stood in terror—is almost,
and I trust will be quite annihilated.
Our army is in the highest
spirits, and finest state of discipline. The result of this last fight is so
much the more glorious from the fact that our loss was comparatively nothing.
How it was possible to accomplish so much with so little loss I cannot
conceive. God be praised for this glorious victory. We are continually saying,
what an effect this will have upon our people at home. Will they now clamor for
"Peace at any price," and a "cessation of hostilities?" Is
it possible that after so much blood, that our people will be deceived into a
delusive hope? Tell the citizen population of your town and county that we who
are fighting to sustain our country's honor and republican institutions will
look back with sorrow upon any compromise with traitors. Rebels with swords
must be conquered by the sword.
Have we not taken the planks out
of the Chicago Platform within the past four days? Let them all be taken out;
they are rotten and deceptive. McClellan cannot have the suffrage of the true
soldiers. He has many personal friends in the army, those who knew him in the
army before the war, and on the Peninsula. His friends have killed him,
politically speaking. "God bless our noble President and our
country," I heard a private soldier say last night, after he had exhausted
all his eulogies on Phil Sheridan.
We are to move on. I cannot
write more. The confusion is ill adapted to letter writing.
I am, very truly,
Your obedient servant,
Winsor B. French,
Col. 77th N. Y.
Regimental colors of the Bemis Heights Battalion, 77th New York |
Source:
Letter from Lieutenant Colonel Winsor B. French, 77th
New York Volunteer Infantry, The Saratogian (New York), October 13, 1864
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