The ground seemed to boil under my feet: Taking Fort Donelson with the 7th Illinois
Combat at Fort Donelson marked the first time Corporal Allen Walker of the 7th Illinois had been under fire. He remembered the experience as a kaleidoscope of emotions.
“I did not feel as though I
would be hit even in the hottest of the battle,” he wrote his uncle after the
fight. “After the first discharge, there was a feeling of hate or rage that
drowned all fear. At every little advantage gained by us we all shouted and on
a charge we all shouted as though our throats would burst. If it was not for
this peculiar feeling, which I cannot better describe, there would be no
battles fought.”
The battlefield he described as
a “solemn place. On the battlefield where the two contending bodies of men met
in deadly conflict, the leaves and ground are covered with blood. The black
ambulances, men carrying away the wounded, the dead lying all around, some with
a smile on their faces and others with features expressive of the greatest
agony. The Rebels who attempted to escape fought long and well. We had to conquer
brave men, mostly Tennesseans, who died gun in hand without uttering a word.
They asked for no quarter, and we gave none.”
Corporal Walker’s account of Fort Donelson first saw publication in the February 25, 1862, edition of the Hillsdale Standard published in Hillsdale, Michigan.
Fort Donelson, Tennessee
February 17, 1862
Having time to
write only a few lines, I had nearly made up my mind not to write at all now,
but I thought you would be anxious to know whether I am alive or not and how I
got through my first battle. We did not do any fighting at Fort Henry because the
Rebels had all got out of the way before we arrived. Fort Henry is situated on
the east side of the Tennessee about 55 miles from its mouth and is the
strongest fort, except this, that I ever saw. Inside of it, I saw the bodies of
men killed by shells. One had his head and both arms blown off; one had his throat
cut and his chest burned to a crisp and around every gun commanding the river
was scattered blood and brains. Everywhere was to be seen the work of death and
destruction.
We remained at
Fort Henry for two days and then marched on this place which is near the town
of Dover on the Cumberland River. I may as well say here that our Colonel John
Cook of the 7th Illinois is in command of brigade of six regiments.
After reaching this place, we camped all night within a mile of the fort on a
high hill. The next day our two batteries of rifled cannons moved forward to
take position and the 7th Illinois brought up the rear to support
them.
In doing so, we came within 60
rods and directly in range of a masked battery which opened on us with a storm
of grape and canister. The cannon balls went through and around us like hail, splitting
trees and cutting down our men. The orderly of our company was struck down at
my side by a grape shot and our flag was perfectly riddled. The ground seemed
to boil under my feet. General Grant, who stood back on a hill where he could see it all, said to one of his aides, “That regiment is all cut to pieces.”
We were
ordered to retire, which we did in good order to a ravine out of range of the
Rebel guns but right between our artillery and theirs. There we lay for about
two hours with balls and bombshells whistling over our heads. That night we
bivouacked on the wet ground, the rain falling until we got thoroughly wet and
then the snow fell, freezing our clothes stiff as a board. We had no fires and
no way of keeping from chilling to death but to run back and forth. It was by
far the worst night I had ever imagined a man could endure.
The morning
came at last and a morning never to be forgotten- the 15th of
February 1862. At about 9 a.m. the Rebels attempted to leave the fort at a
point about a mile to the right of where our brigade was located. All that
forenoon nothing was to be heard but the booming of cannons and the rattle of
musketry. The Rebels who attempted to escape fought long and well. We had to
conquer brave men, mostly Tennesseans, who died gun in hand without uttering a
word. They asked for no quarter, and we gave none.
I did not feel as though I would
be hit even in the hottest of the battle. After the first discharge, there was
a feeling of hate or rage that drowned all fear. At every little advantage
gained by us we all shouted and on a charge we all shouted as though our
throats would burst. If it was not for this peculiar feeling, which I cannot
better describe, there would be no battles fought.
Lieutenant John S. Robinson Co. F, 7th Illinois Infantry |
About 1 o’clock,
Colonel Cook spied a weak place in the breastworks and ordered the 2nd
Iowa to charge them. (see "Buckeyes Among Hawkeyes: Ohioans at Fort Donelson with the 2nd Iowa.") They did so, fighting their way over the works
with the rest of the brigade supporting them. We were held back a little in
reserve. In a few minutes, the contest began to grow hot and we were ordered
forward. We formed in line of battle under the heaviest fire, the iron
whistling around and through us, the dead and dying thickly strewed over the
ground and the wounded crying for water. After taking three pieces of
artillery, driving them back, and planting our batteries so as to rake them if
they came again, we were drawn back to a ravine close by where we camped for
the night.
The next
morning, which was Sabbath, whilst we were getting ready for a long and bloody
fight (filling canteens and laying aside whatever might be an encumbrance to us
on the field), the news came that the enemy had surrendered the fort to us.
Such a shout as rent the air from our thousands was never heard before. We then
marched in and took possession. The assertion that the Rebels were in a starving
condition, which we so often see in the papers, is a great mistake. They are
bountifully supplied with provisions of the very best quality. Dried fruit,
which we never see, they have in abundance as well as the best sugar and
molasses. We are now living on the fat of the land.
General Charles F. Smith |
Yesterday, I went over the
battleground. Our loss is very large but we have won the greatest victory of
the war having taken a strong fort, 12,000-15,000 prisoners, with Generals
Buckner, Johnson, and Tilghman and all their ammunition, artillery, tents, and
camp equipment. This place has cost the lives of many brave men whose bodies lay
around in hundreds. All day yesterday was occupied in burying the dead, and although
40-50 were covered at a time, they have not got half through yet. The dead are
put in pits 20-30 feet wide by 10 wide with nothing but their blankets spread
over them before being covered with earth. There they lay, brave, misguided
men, soon forgotten. On the battlefield where the two contending bodies of men
met in deadly conflict, the leaves and ground are covered with blood. The black
ambulances, men carrying away the wounded, the dead lying all around, some with
a smile on their faces and others with features expressive of the greatest
agony. It is a solemn place.
During the battle, General Charles F. Smith, commanding our division, rode back and forth encouraging us and our regiment received his warmest praise. He told us he never saw a regiment behave so bravely as we did. And a Rebel colonel said that we formed a better line of battle than his regiment could on dress parade and that there was no use fighting such men. The flag which I fought under looked like a sieve after the fight. I will soon send home a Rebel flag and perhaps a sword and rifle I took from the field. So ends my first battle which has truly been a hard one. Our watchword is “Onward to Nashville.”
Source:
Letter from Corporal Allen R. Walker, Co. A, 7th
Illinois Volunteer Infantry, Hillsdale Standard (Michigan), February 25,
1862, pg. 2
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