The Boy Yankee in Butternut: Edward Savage's Adventure with Morgan's Troopers
It is said that a picture can tell a thousand stories.
Among
the holdings of the Library of Congress is a remarkable image identified as
Private Edward P. Savage of Co. G of the 100th Illinois Volunteer
Infantry. Between the misshapen hat that looks as if it belonged on a scarecrow’s
head to his shoddy sack coat and Confederate issue Gardner-patent canteen, Savage
looks more like one of Sherman’s bummers tricked out for a day of foraging
during the March to the Sea than one of Rosecrans’ fresh-faced recruits in the
fall of 1862.
But
there’s a deeper story to the image that the Library of Congress only briefly
alludes to in the description. "Private Edward P. Savage of Co. G, 100th
Illinois Infantry Regiment in Confederate jacket with Gardner patent canteen
and haversack. Photograph shows identified soldier in dilapidated condition,
who had recently been paroled by Confederates."
Private Edward P. Savage of the 100th Illinois poses in his butternut "finery" given him by the men of Morgan's command. |
A
quick review of the roster of Co. G of the 100th Illinois shows that
Private Edward P. Savage enlisted in Joliet, Illinois on August 7, 1862, and
the company was mustered into service on August 30th. Savage wasn’t
with the regiment for long, being discharged for disability on February 10,
1863, so roughly six months of active service. No mention in the roster of him being captured. The LoC mentions him being
parole which implies he was captured, so a review of the battle record of the regiment shows it first being
under fire in early October 1862 at Bardstown, Kentucky and during the Battle
of Stones River. Casualty reports for both engagements indicate no men listed
as captured or missing. So, if Savage was captured, where did it happen?
Surgeon
George H. Woodruff’s 1876 history entitled Fifteen Years Ago: Or the Patriotism
of Will County provides the rest of the story. The 100th
Illinois, as part of newly assigned William S. Rosecrans’ Army of Ohio, was
marching south from Kentucky to go into camp near Nashville, Tennessee in early November 1862. “On the
10th, they crossed the Cumberland, marched twelve miles and camped
on the Lebanon and Nashville Pike about 20 miles from Nashville at Camp Silver
Springs and here the regiment remained for some days,” he wrote.
“The
last part of that march was made after dark. Two of the boys of Co. G got so
disgusted with marching in the dark and were so tired withal that they
concluded that they would fall behind and take a rest for the night and catch
up with the regiment in the morning. So they dropped out on a favorable
opportunity and made their bed under some bushes and slept as only tired
soldier boys can sleep, dreaming no doubt of home and its delight until the sun
awoke them in the morning. When they jumped up and looked around, to their no
small surprise, they found themselves in a camp, men and horses all around,
some still sleeping, and some, like themselves, getting up. Sentinels were
standing guard all around the camp. They have a strange look- who can they be?
Certainly not their comrades of yesterday,” Woodruff continues.
“The
mystery is soon solved. The boys are discovered and are soon surrounded by a
lot of Rebel cavalrymen, John Morgan’s famous rangers. Of course, they are prisoners.
How they cursed inwardly their folly in straggling last night. But there is no
help for it. They are now at the disposal and under the orders of the men in
butternut. The camp is all astir and after a hasty breakfast, of which they are
allowed a slender share, they are treated to a rapid march of about 15 miles in
the opposite direction of the one they wished to go. Marching to keep up with
the cavalry was worse even than that of the night before. They are all
uncertain as to what would be their fate. Their captors took delight in playing
upon their fears and even talked of hanging them,” the story continues.
“But
after keeping them three days, they paroled them and let them go. Not, however,
without first effecting quite a change in their personal appearance. The Rebels
compelled them to strip off their good clothes and to accept in exchange a suit
of the hateful and dirty butternut, confiscating at the same time the contents
of their pockets. They then made their way back to the regiment, sadder and
wiser and, let us hope, better boys. They put the best face they could upon the
matter as they made their entrée into camp at Silver Springs. The shouts and
yells of welcome that went up from the boys on discovering who they were I
presume they will never forget,” Woodruff wrote.
Colonel Frederick A. Bartleson 100th Illinois |
The
colonel of the 100th Illinois, Frederick Bartleson, a tough
one-armed veteran whose missing left arm had been severed at Shiloh while he served
as a captain in the 20th Illinois, was less than amused. “The
colonel was indignant at their course and threatened at first that he would not
respect their parole but put them in front. He relented, however, and let them
off,” Woodruff states. “This adventure entitled them to an honorable retirement
in the veteran reserve corps. It is said that a photograph of them, taken while
dressed in their new uniform, is still extant and is the admiration of their
friends. The Baptist church at Beloit would hardly recognize one of them as their
eloquent and well-beloved pastor, but he was one of the boys!”
That “eloquent
and well-beloved pastor” was none other than the Reverend Edward P. Savage, former
private of Co. G of the 100th Illinois. The Find-A-Grave for the
pastor provides a few more critical details that round out the story. He was
born April 30, 1844, in Bristol, Connecticut, so he was a mere lad of 18 years
of age when he was captured. Among the images is one clipped from a book
showing Savage in his “Rebel” outfit with the handwritten notes that he “was
paroled and made his way back to the Union lines. The coat is butternut which
he deemed as safer to travel than his soldier coat.” Most importantly, there is
a date on the photograph: November 13, 1862. So, this was the picture that
Woodruff alluded to in his account, and now we know when it was taken and while
the place is not definitively stated, my best guess is that it was taken in
Nashville, Tennessee.
Savage’s
adventure essentially ended his Civil War service as he was discharged for disability
by early February. His remarkable story no doubt grew in the telling in the
postwar years as Savage served as a pastor throughout the Midwest. As is made
clear in Woodruff’s account, Savage was a prisoner of the Confederacy for all
of three days, but by the time of his passing, his obituary states that he “was
held captive for several months in a Southern prison camp.”
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