Taking the Southern Course: The 74th Indiana and Tullahoma
Perhaps the most important piece of field kit carried by the Army of the Cumberland during the Tullahoma campaign in late June 1863 was the rubber gum blanket. Doubling as a rain poncho, most Federal soldiers wore the gum blanket every day as they marched through seemingly endless rains that characterized that campaign.
Lieutenant Lawrence Gates of the
74th Indiana wrote of another use that the men of his regiment found
for the ubiquitous gum blanket. “On Thursday June 25th, we encamped
in a large wheatfield of a hot-headed secessionist and as he openly expressed his
feelings and wished that all Yankees were in some hot place, we used his fences
for firewood and his wheat as bedding because the ground was too wet to sleep
on otherwise,” Gates reported. “He had two beehives around his house and to
keep the boys away from his premises, he upset them all to get the bees
excited. However, the old 74th was not to be thwarted by an army of
secesh bees, but muffled their heads in their oilcloths, made a successful
charge, and returned laden with their saccharine spoils.”
Lieutenant Gates’ lengthy and detailed account of the regiment’s experiences during the Tullahoma campaign first saw publication in the July 25, 1863, edition of the Steuben Republican published in Angola, Indiana.
Estill Springs, Tennessee
July 3, 1863
It is getting
quite late in the evening as tattoo and taps have been sounded for all soldiers
to retire for the night, but I have made up my mind to write you a letter
anyway so that our anxious friends at home might hear from us. Our chaplain
Elder Sowle has been here and told me that the mail would start for
Murfreesboro in the morning, so all the boys called on me en masse to write to
the Republican as that would answer for one and all. It is impossible to
write letters, as paper and writing materials are scarce with us on the march,
but I have found a little of that article and so here it goes to the best of my
recollection and the notes in my diary.
We left
Triune, Tennessee on Tuesday the 23rd of June, taking the road
towards Murfreesboro. We were glad to go forward knowing it was a general move
towards the enemy, yet we were sad and felt down-hearted to some extent to
leave our much-beloved captain behind us; he was not able to take charge of his
boys and company.
We had left
him behind at Lavergne as we came to Triune, but he came to us again a couple
of weeks afterwards only to be with us a few days. I said we started on the
Murfreesboro road and arrived that day without meeting any Rebels at a town
called Salem. On the next morning, we were up at 3 o’clock and in fact, that is
the time we had to arise every day since. We then took a southern course
leaving Murfreesboro on our left. Up to that time, only two divisions (Brannan
and Granger) were together, but at 2 p.m. we struck Shepherdsville Pike eight
miles south of Murfreesboro where we met a couple of divisions of McCook’s
corps.
Heavy
skirmishing took place right before us in sight and our brigade was drawn up in
line of battle. Rain was pouring down upon us but that did not stop the firing.
Other troops soon took our place and we went to the east towards General Thomas’s
corps to which we belong. We crossed the railroad track at Christiana Station
and kept on a little farther when we encamped for the night. We could rest but
little as it rained most of the time and I might as well state right here,
while I think of it, that we have had very wet weather since our first start.
It rained every single day with the exception of two days, and from that you
can judge what kind of roads we had to track over.
On Thursday
June 25th, nothing much transpired, only we kept on traveling as fast
as circumstances would permit. In the evening, we encamped in a large
wheatfield of a hot-headed secessionist and as he openly expressed his feelings
and wished that all Yankees were in some hot place, we used his fences for
firewood and his wheat as bedding because the ground was too wet to sleep on
otherwise. He had two beehives around his house and to keep the boys away from
his premises, he upset them all to get the bees excited. However, the old 74th
was not to be thwarted by an army of secesh bees, but muffled their heads in
their oilcloths, made a successful charge, and returned laden with their saccharine
spoils.
On Friday the
26th we advanced again but had not gone more than two miles when
heavy skirmishing again took place in our immediate front. We moved quickly forward
and by the right flank went around a large hill where we understood the enemy
was in force to some extent. This was within sight of Beech Grove, otherwise
called Hoover’s Gap. We had just formed in line of battle when whiz, whiz, came
a few bullets at our regiment from the Rebel sharpshooters. They were well
aimed but missed their mark which I believe must have been the color bearer
standing beside me on the right. Anyway, the leaden missiles came rather close
and one of them struck William Moore of my company on his breast. But he stood
in such a position and had his oilcloth rolled up around him such that it did
not hurt him any.
We took our
place then advanced slowly; the skirmishers thrown out in front firing
continually. Soon our artillery opened with shot and shell and it was not long
ere the Rebels replied with their cannons. Several shells came to us, but few
exploded so not a man in the regiment was wounded. The total loss in the
division was 45 in killed and wounded while Rousseau’s division lost about 60
men, mostly all U.S. Regulars.
These two
divisions were the only ones engaged there at that time, yet General Wilder’s
mounted infantry had a hot time with them in the morning quite early before the
other troops came up. The Rebels, of course, had to give way and soon left and
the troops being somewhat exhausted, General Thomas gave the order to stop for
the night. Old Rosey came around and showed himself during the afternoon and it
was with a loud huzzah that he was received.
General William S. Rosecrans |
On Saturday
morning [June 27th] we went forward again, marching through the town
of Fairfield, where the always argus eyes of the 74th Indiana espied
several barrels of splendid salt left by the Rebel forces. This is one
generally needed article by soldiers when fresh meat is running around in the
woods. Of course, we filled every empty place in our haversacks and kept right
along, marching that night till 12 o’clock at which time we reached the town of
Manchester, the county seat of Coffee County.
Sunday
forenoon [June 28th] our regiment was ordered back to Beech Grove to
guard a train or wagons and return with supplies. We returned all safe again by
Monday night. Nothing particular happened on that tramp, only our unceasing
rain was our companion going and coming. When we returned to Manchester, we found
our brigade had gone to the front a few miles so we were ordered to follow the
next morning, but it being pleasant all day, the order was countermanded, and
we did not start until Wednesday forenoon.
We went towards Tullahoma and took the railroad
track to travel on nearly half the distance. We heard artillery firing before us
all the time and found out that the Rebels were retreating from their
fortifications. And as they were, as we arrived in the city of Tullahoma at 2 o’clock.
This was on Wednesday the 1st of July. The fortifications there were
numerous, but Rosey had outflanked them and did not come into town when they
calculated we should.
I never saw
such a sight in all my life as was the case there. It seemed as though the
Rebels had left everything, only taking their guns and accouterments. The
ground was completely covered with clothing, tents, cooking utensils, and
everything as if they left unexpectedly. In many places I saw cornmeal mixed
and ready for baking while part of it was already at the fire, nearly converted
into cornbread. They had no time to take it along. Thousands of Rebel
newspapers were captured here and from what few I gathered I am forwarding to
you to look at and read the tone in which the Rebels speak of us Yankees. Our
brigade being in the advance, we found a large quantity of tobacco which was
distributed among those who use it. About 950 half-pound plugs were dealt out
to the 74th Indiana alone, for which we would have to pay as many dollars
if we were to purchase it from dealers.
General James Blair Steedman |
Yesterday we
could not move as far as we wished to go as the Rebels burned the bridge across
Elk River and we had to hunt up a place to cross it. Our cavalry crossed but
the infantry waited until this morning. The water was about five feet deep with
a strong current to boot and when a brigade was ordered to cross, they dared
not try it first. General James B. Steedman, our brigade commander, told General
Brannan that if they did not try it soon, he had some boys that would cross it.
He called on the 74th Indiana of his own brigade first and at it we
went.
In a short
time, most of us were stripped with our clothing, arms, and accouterments tied
in our oilcloths and the river was crossed. Some of the regiment went into the
river with their clothing on, only taking care to keep their arms and
ammunition dry. Our whole division has
crossed and will move towards Winchester in the morning. The Rebel governor
Isham Harris of Tennessee holds his headquarters there, but I expect that he
has skedaddled before this time as he has certainly heard of us, so we are
waiting for daylight to come and move forward at the command.
It is my
opinion that the main battle will come off at or near Chattanooga where the
Rebels are going fast. Hundreds of them desert daily and come to our lines to
take the oath and don’t want to be paroled or exchanged. They tell us that most
all of the Kentucky and Tennessee regiments in Bragg’s army are getting dissatisfied
and will not fight. We will see how it turns out. So far about all of the
deserters’ reports have proved true and I hope they will continue so and soon
the Rebel army in Tennessee will be among the things that once were.
I have just
looked at my watch and found it is five minutes past midnight and a new day has
begun. Wishing you all a farewell until I write again and giving a loud hurrah for
this Fourth of July.
Source:
Letter from First Lieutenant Lawrence Gates, Co. H, 74th Indiana
Volunteer Infantry, Steuben Republican (Indiana), July 25, 1863, pg. 2
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