A Squirrel Hunt on a Large Scale: The 10th Maine at Antietam
It was scarcely 7:30 in the morning of September 17, 1862, when James S. Fillebrown moved into the East Woods with the 10th Maine when a volley from the opposing 21st Georgia ripped into them. One of the shots pierced the neck of Colonel George Beal’s horse which became frantic and charged about in terror. “In his pain, he made for me and dashed against me with such force as to knock me from my horse to the ground,” Fillebrown explained to his wife a few days later. “I soon rallied and caught my horse, but the poor fellow came again with redoubled fury and this time after separating me from my horse kicked me with both feet in my stomach causing the most intense pain and suffering, I ever experienced.”
The rest of
the regiment quickly took cover and opened fire in return. “It was a squirrel
hunt on a large scale as you could see our men creep along from tree to tree,”
Fillebrown continued. “They fired in this way till our ammunition was gone and
some of them fired more than they carried into the fight. Being supplied with
fixed water-proof cartridges, some of the men fired so fast as to heat their
guns to the extent that the cartridges exploded before the balls were forced
down.”
The 10th Maine served
in the First Brigade (General Samuel Crawford) of the First Division (General
Alpheus Williams) of the 12th Army Corps during the Maryland campaign.
The brigade featured three veteran
regiments (10th Maine, 28th New York, and 46th
Pennsylvania) who had seen heavy action at Cedar Mountain in August along with
three newly mustered regiments of Pennsylvanians: the 124th, 125th,
and 128th.
The following letter, written to Lieutenant Colonel Fillebrown’s wife Anna in Auburn, Maine, was originally published in the October 2, 1862, edition of the Lewiston Falls Journal.
United States Hotel, Boonsboro, Maryland
September 19, 1862
We have just
had another severe fight with the enemy near Sharpsburg in which the 10th
Maine took an active part, it being on the right of General Banks’ army under
the immediate command of General Joseph Mansfield in person. I fear our loss is
equal to that of Cedar Mountain if not more although we had at our last
accounts only 309 guns in line. Our whole corps left South Mountain on Monday
and were ordered up to a point beyond here on Tuesday and at night were marched
under cover of darkness to the battlefield where we were halted to rest in a
plowed field to lay on our arms.
Wednesday
morning at daylight our pickets began to fire in the woods near us, a sure
indication we were upon the enemy and in less than 10 minutes we were on the
move for a fight. We were the nearest regiment and in front, but before we took
arms, General Mansfield rode up to our front and said, “Men, you are called
upon today for active duty and I ask no more of you than to maintain the
reputation you have already achieved. Your officers will see that you are not sacrificed.”
The old man’s white locks and calm expression as he sat before us inspired confidence
in all and as we moved up, self-reliance was in each man’s face.
As soon as it
was sufficiently light for our artillerists to commenced operations, the ball
was fairly open the like of which I hope we never shall again see or hear. The
discharges from the batteries were more frequent than I could count and I could
think only of the awful destruction of life they were causing. Best’s regular
battery, attached to our brigade, covered the front and these six 12-lb
Napoleons truly made their mark. We were ordered to the left into the woods
with orders from General Mansfield to hold them till reinforcements should
arrive.
“On the Rebel side we saw the men we were firing into, dodging from tree to tree, aiming at us, yelling, shaking their fists sometimes, and saucy generally. It was a desperate fight we made of it. Indeed, as far as we and our immediate enemies were concerned, it partook the character of a heavy skirmish, every man fighting for himself and so it happened that the advanced men were sometimes within 10-15 yards of each other.” ~ Major John M. Gould, 10th Maine
Let me assure you that in those
woods the 10th Maine had just as much of a chance as did the enemy
and we improved it. Not a mound or tree that gave us protection we did not
improve, and the lifeless remains of 43 Rebels, among them lieutenants, captains,
and one colonel as we advanced proved the unerring aim of our men’s rifles. It
was a squirrel hunt on a large scale as you could see our men creep along from
tree to tree. They fired in this way till our ammunition was gone and some of
them fired more than they carried into the fight. They actually relieved their
comrades who were killed or wounded and being supplied with fixed water-proof
cartridges, some of the men fired so fast as to heat their guns to the extent
that the cartridges exploded before the balls were forced down. All the Rebs
made out of this fight they are welcome to, but with all our successes we have
our sorrows and losses.
We are pained to note the death of General Mansfield who fell in our front. He had just given the order to cease firing, thinking that we by some mistake were firing on our own men, but when a ball that shattered his horse’s leg passed him, he turned to us and shouted forward when another Rebel bullet entered his back and passed out his left breast causing his death a few hours after.
Of our own regiment, Colonel George
L. Beal was wounded by the same bullet through both legs near the hips and as
it is only a flesh wound, we hope to see him back soon. During the first of the
fight, his horse was wounded in the neck and soon escaped. In his pain, he made
for me and dashed against me with such force as to knock me from my horse to
the ground. I soon rallied and caught my horse, but the poor fellow came again
with redoubled fury and this time after separating me from my horse kicked me
with both feet in my stomach causing the most intense pain and suffering, I
ever experienced for some few hours. I am very sore but hope to be out in a few
days.
“We had no slow balls or buckshot that day nor did the enemy fire many bullets over our heads. On the contrary, their officers were continually shouting “Aim low! Give ‘em hell! Give it to the damned Yankee sons of bitches!” The last order one would think they had learned in infancy by the ease and frequency of their giving it.” ~ Major John M. Gould, 10th Maine
Captain Nehemiah
Furbish and Lieutenant William Wade of Co. I were both killed and Lieutenant Hebron
Mayhew of the same company was wounded in the wrist. Lieutenant Alfred Turner
of Co. B is also wounded in the leg. Lieutenant Edward Brackett of Co. D is
mortally wounded and we fear for the worst. [Brackett, wounded in the bowels,
died September 18, 1862] We buried 17 of our men yesterday and we fear our
list of wounded is heavy, but I have been unable to get anything of a list yet
and am unable to give you a fair report. It cannot be much short of 75. We are
now in line of battle supporting General Franklin’s corps.
Sources:
Letter from Lieutenant Colonel James Sullivan Fillebrown, 10th Maine Volunteer Infantry, Lewiston Falls Journal (Maine), October 2, 1862, pg. 1
Gould, John M. History of the First-Tenth-Twenty-Ninth
Maine Regiment. Portland: Stephen Berry, 1871, pgs. 238-240
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