I Miss My Chum: Losing Major Edwards of the 19th Ohio at Shiloh
It was in the damp early morning hours of Monday April 7, 1862, at Pittsburg Landing, Tennessee that Captain Oscar O. Miller of the 19th Ohio stood under a tree trying to keep out of the rain. Standing beside him was Major Timothy Dwight Edwards, Miller’s best friend in the army. The two men discussed “the chances and probabilities of the succeeding day. Both agreed that victory must be ours as the enemy had attacked us on Sunday though we might one or both be laid low as part of the price,” Miller remembered.
That morning, the 19th
Ohio marched on to the battlefield and came under a heavy fire from Rebel
batteries. From his place in the ranks, Captain Miller was horrified to see
Major Edwards struck by a 6-lb cannon ball as he rode along on his horse behind
the regiment, killing him instantly. “You can scarcely imagine how I felt when
I knew he was really dead,” Miller stated. “But I had a heavy responsibility
resting on my shoulders yet and I had no time to think of my loss. The battle
was terrific.” A few days later, Miller buried his friend beneath the soil of
Tennessee. “I buried him with sad feelings I assure you. I feel alone, though
not alone for God is with me and the Savior’s presence can supply all the
yearnings of my heart, though I miss my chum, my associate, and sympathizer in
everything. I trust he is now where now eternal light reigns for I believe Tim
was a Christian and am thankful for the evidence I have it.”
During the battle, Miller’s 19th Ohio was part of General Jeremiah T. Boyle’s 11th Brigade consisting of the 19th Ohio, 59th Ohio, 9th Kentucky, and 19th Kentucky. Captain Miller wrote the following letter to his father Reuben in Warren, Ohio a few days after the Battle of Shiloh; it first saw publication in the April 23, 1862, edition of the Western Reserve Chronicle.
Captain Oscar O. Miller, Co. I, 19th O.V.I. Killed near Jonesboro, Georgia on September 2, 1864 |
Chickasaw Bluffs, Tennessee
April 10 & 12, 1862
Dear friends,
I sent a line
to you today but perhaps I will have time to write at more length now though
conveniences are few and poor. We have had no tents since Saturday night and no
blankets for two nights though there was heavy rain both nights and the next
one.
We left our
camp near Spring Hill, [Tennessee] a week ago Sunday at 3 p.m. and marched
every day till the next Sunday morning found us but nine miles from Savannah,
Tennessee. We were to march six miles and halt, but soon after we started, we
heard cannonading in the distance which kept up all day. Soon we received
orders to halt, draw three day’s rations and move to the river. The teams to be
left within two miles of Savannah. It was just dark as we passed through town
and went on board the boat; at about 9 p.m. we shoved off and at 11 arrived at
Pittsburg Landing twelve miles above Savannah.
We had gloomy accounts of the success of our troops that day. They had been beaten back and cut up badly everybody said. General Nelson’s and General
Crittenden’s divisions both crossed and lay on their arms all the rest of the night, McCook’s division crossed next morning early. There was a hard rain for an hour about 2 or 3 o’clock during which time Major Edwards and I stood together and talked in an undertone of the chances and probabilities of the succeeding day. Both agreed that victory must be ours as the enemy had attacked us on Sunday though we might one or both be laid low as part of the price, but that if our work was not done, we should not be killed.
Before dawn had fairly opened,
firing was commenced by the Rebels, and we were aroused and marched out.
General Nelson’s division engaged the enemy’s right, Crittenden’s the center,
and General McCook’s the left. The lines were extended some seven miles and
most of the ground was thick woods and undergrowth of bush. We were drawn up in
line of battle several times and changed positions when about 8 or 9 o’clock,
our skirmishers drew the fire of the enemy’s cannon toward us. The first shell
burst directly over my head, but I was not hurt nor any of my men. They came
thick and fast but were over our heads at first, finally they came closer, and
we laid down. In about 15 minutes after the firing toward us commenced, the
Major fell dead by a six-pound cannon ball. You can scarcely imagine how I felt
when I knew he was really dead. But I had a heavy responsibility resting on my
shoulders yet and I had no time to think of my loss.
The battle was terrific. We were
supporting a battery [Battery G of the 1st Ohio Light Artillery
under Captain Joseph Bartlett] and changed our position three or four times but
were not ordered to fire till some time after when we did there was a steady
roar from the 19th Ohio. I have eight wounded men, none killed. Two
of Captain Henry H. Stratton’s men were killed and some wounded. In the
afternoon we were ordered to the support of General Nelson’s left wing and were
under his command when the battle closed and encamped with the 41st
Ohio for the night.
General Thomas L. Crittenden |
Wednesday morning we were
ordered back to General Crittenden’s division. After the firing ceased Monday,
I was ordered to take my company to our part of the battle ground and care for
the bodies of the dead and wounded of our regiment. There was but one of our
men left on the field; I found Dr. Harxthal there and went with him to our
hospital station where the Major’s body lay. I intended to send it home and
went down to the landing to get a coffin made. My company was to go to the
place where we left our knapsacks in the morning and stay one night and join
the regiment in the morning or wait for orders. I took “Dick” early Tuesday
morning and rode down to the river to see about a coffin, but it was not done.
Then I went out to our hospital again and finally concluded that the nature of
the Major’s wound was such that unless I could go with the body to Louisville and
get a metallic case, it would not do to attempt to send it as the
transportation means were so limited.
I buried him with sad feelings I
assure you. I feel alone, though not alone for God is with me and the Savior’s
presence can supply all the yearnings of my heart, though I miss my chum, my
associate, and sympathizer in everything. I trust he is now where now eternal
light reigns for I believe Tim was a Christian and am thankful for the evidence
I have it. It took me several hours to find the regiment as the battle grounds
were extensive and our lines that morning were ten miles in length. At last I
found it and was ordered to report my company and also to procure wagons and
bring the regiment’s knapsacks and all the stragglers from the regiment.
General Hurlbut’s headquarters are near the Major’s grave, and I had talked
with him in the forenoon. I went to him and asked for three wagons to transport
our knapsacks which were promptly given me. General Hurlbut is a Western
general and a gentleman. In due time, we were safely with the regiment and
within a few rods of the 41st Ohio. I saw Captain Emerson Opdycke
and talked with him some time.
General Emerson Opdycke |
Next morning before daylight we
were called into line by some false alarm and stood there in the rain an hour.
The 19th Ohio then reported to General Boyle, and we have laid still
since yesterday with the exception of one false alarm day before yesterday.
Yesterday evening one whole brigade was ordered to the outpost of our lines as
pickets. Two companies of each regiment being sent half a mile in advance as
pickets, the rest being a reserve. We first sent out the flank companies which
were afterwards relieved by the next flank which was Co. I for one. It was very
disagreeable, being rainy and cold. We spread blankets on sticks and barks
against logs and so made considerably protection to our bodies. Today at 11 we
returned to camp. We had a few tents come and have made bark houses; have two
mess pans and borrowed one camp kettle top make coffee in and so live in style.
I bunk and live with the boys as do all the officers.
We hope to get our wagons across tomorrow and with a day or two of fine weather can fix up a new camp in the woods, though I hope we don’t stay long here as the dead horses will soon become offensive. They are being buried as fast as possible.
Truly and affectionately,
Oscar O. Miller, Captain commanding, Co. I, 19th O.V.I.
Major Edwards died at the age of 24; he is buried
at Shiloh but has a cenotaph to his memory erected at Oak Hill Cemetery in Youngstown,
Ohio. Captain Miller would be killed in action September 2, 1864 near
Jonesboro, Georgia while serving with the 19th Ohio. He was buried
at Oakwood Cemetery in Warren, Ohio.
Source:
Letter from Captain Oscar O. Miller, Co. I, 19th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Western Reserve Chronicle (Ohio), April 23,
1862, pg. 2
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