Among the Hoosier Greenhorns at Munfordville
Corporal Reuben Scott of the 67th Indiana was scarcely two weeks from the plow when his regiment arrived in Louisville, Kentucky in the opening days of September 1862.
With threatening news that two Rebel armies under Generals
Braxton Bragg and Edmund Kirby Smith were invading Kentucky, the 67th
Indiana was dispatched south to guard the vital Louisville & Nashville railroad
bridge over Green River at Munfordville.
The Hoosiers scarcely had time to finish their first squad
drill before called upon to defend the bridge during the Battle of Munfordville
on September 14th. General James Chalmers, commanding one of Bragg’s
advance brigades, impetuously tried to take the bridge in a frontal assault
against stout Union defenses.
The Hoosiers lacked discipline but
showed plenty of fighting spirit, using their Belgium muskets to good effect during
their clash with the Rebels. “Our boys filled the air with deadly missiles and
a Hoosier yell which was echoed by the 89th Indiana boys,” Scott
remembered. “We see a host of soldiers coming up in our rear; we wheel our
cannon and bring our guns to bear upon them when, to our joy, the soft breeze
unfurls the star-spangled banner and the 50th Indiana is coming to
our aid. On comes the Rebel host, yelling and firing, but our squirrel hunt aim
thins their ranks again and they weaken and fall back out of rifle shot.”
Corporal Scott’s recounting of the fight at Munfordville is drawn from his regimental history of the 67th Indiana which was published in 1892.
We arrived at Munfordville, Kentucky
where we stopped and went into camp on the left of the railroad and on looking
about, we found fragments of the 17th and 50th Indiana
regiments along with one company of the 54th and 89th
Indiana, who had preceded s by a few days, and a few U.S. Regulars. On our
right was a small stockade which had one small piece of artillery. From this stockade
extended a crescent-shaped line of breastworks around to the extreme left where
it terminated in Fort Craig; the fort hosted a section of small guns. Inside these
works were about 2,600 troops with something over 2,000 small arms.
We were now in the enemy’s country,
without drill or discipline, liable to be attacked at any time, making it
imperative that we should enter upon our military education at once. Corporal George W. Richardson of Co. C, having received some instruction as to the steps and
facings, was ordered to take us out and drill us in squad drill. This proved very
amusing to him as well as laborious and awkward to us, being a laughable scene
to the lookers-on.
Second Lt. Robert D. Callahan Co. K, 67th Indiana |
Our first picket duty came here when
we had to be placed away from camp in little squads to keep watch while the
rest of the camp slept. Now all the novelty of a soldier’s life began to wear
off but all went on well as the general routine of camp life prevailed. On the
evening of the 12th, a company or two were ordered to fall in with
guns and cartridge boxes and marched down to the railroad where they boarded a
train of flat cars at dark. We were ordered to lay down flat on their stomachs
while we steamed south over a rough road which tried the endurance and
elasticity of our stomachs as we sped along through the darkness. At any
moment, we expected to be fired into by the enemy, but nothing exciting
occurred, and we arrived at Bowling Green after a few hours of horizontal
riding.
Captain Francis Sears Co. A, 67th Indiana |
At Bowling Green, we loaded up our
train with provision and returned before morning. This new departure created a
suspicion in our minds that the Rebels were nearby. On the 13th, our
suspicions were strengthened by seeing active preparations for and precautions against
an attack. We saw little groups of officers conversing in undertones and knew
that trouble was pending. Late that evening, while the sun was setting beneath
the western horizon sending a great halo of glory up the western sky, the soft,
dusky curtain of twilight began to draw about us in slow and measured treat. In
silence, companies moved out and strengthened the picket line and after being
placed in lines, settled down with gun in hand to await the coming events.
The dark, still night was slowly
passing away when near midnight a flag of truce came slowly up and demanded the
surrender of the forts and forces. Colonel John Wilder refused, and after some
parleying, the enemy returned and again the whole line settled into silence and
suspense. Wilder placed his troops in position for defense by putting the 89th
Indiana over on the right and the 67th Indiana on the left [in Fort Craig] , while
the fragments of regulars were placed on different points along the line. Now,
all being in readiness to receive the enemy, the great rows of uniformed
Hoosiers, just from the church and schoolroom, with guns in hand, lay waiting
for the coming conflict while the stars of heaven marked the passing hours.
On Sunday morning September 14,
1862, in the calmness of the hour, great gray streaks of the morning dawn began
to appear in the east and shoot their silver threads of light across the blue
fields of heaven and the dew drops from the leafy boughs began to fall and beat
the reveille of early morn. Suddenly, “boom” goes a cannon over in our front
and a shell goes screeching through the air, leaving a brilliant meteoric
streak in its wake.
Suddenly, we are on our feet and
ready for action. We had never heard the boom of a cannon or the screech of a
shell but we instinctively knew this to be a signal gun and that the Rebels
would soon be upon us. A tremor of dread passed through our nerves and a pallor
came upon our cheeks, but with compressed lips and the stamp of determination
upon our features we waited in silence for a few moments. Then another boom, and
another, then a musket quickly followed by others, and our pickets are fired
upon. The rattle of musketry is heard all along the line while the whole Rebel
line advanced. Our pickets fired and fell back in line with the skirmishers.
We heard the skirmishers of the 89th
Indiana rattling away, but our line is being driven in, the men firing and
falling back while leaving their dead and wounded behind. The Rebel hosts press
on until we are all driven into the forts and behind the breastworks. A partial
calm ensues while Rebel batteries are whirling around into position and we hear
our little field pieces over on the right pounding away. Then ours on the left
open fire, making it warm for the Rebs.
Suddenly, the whole Rebel force in
three lines of battle advances upon us. Our whole crescent line of works opens
with a blaze of musketry, sending deadly missiles into the Rebel ranks, whose
batteries and muskets are sending a torrent of shot and shell over our heads.
With maddening yells, they charged upon us but our deadly aim has thinned their
ranks. They wavered and fell back while our boys filled the air with cheers and
poured shots into the ranks of the retreating foe.
Major Augustus H. Abbett 67th Indiana Killed in action at Munfordville |
The firing has slackened as the
Rebels reformed their columns. A Rebel gun galloped to the hill in our rear and
is about to open fire upon us when our piece is whirled around and aimed,
sending a shot that dismounts if and we have no further trouble from the rear.
But in front, they are yelling and coming on another charge. Major Augustus Abbett
mounts the parapet and cries out, “Shoot low!” A shot strikes him and he falls
dead. The Rebels come in a maddening rush to the death while our boys are again
thinning their ranks. They wavered and fell back.
Our boys filled the air with deadly
missiles and a Hoosier yell which was echoed by the 89th Indiana
boys. Another partial calm comes which lasts but a few minutes when the Rebel
lines fetch a demoniacal yell and with glittering bayonets comes on a third
time on their march to death beneath a cloud of smoke. We see a host of
soldiers coming up in our rear; we wheel our cannon and bring our guns to bear
upon them when, to our joy, the soft breeze unfurls the star-spangled banner
and the 50th Indiana is coming to our aid. On comes the Rebel host,
yelling and firing, but our squirrel hunt aim thins their ranks again and they
weaken and fall back out of rifle shot. Calm returns to the line and we see
another flag of truce coming up. They want to care for their wounded and bury
their dead, and thus ended the fight on Sunday morning, September 14, 1862.
Our 2,200 men withstood the storm of
Chalmers’ brigade of well-drilled and disciplined troops. The severity of the
engagement is attested by our flag and staff being struck 146 times. We occupied
the remainder of the day in caring for our wounded and burying our dead. This
was one of the most horrible sights we had ever witnessed, not being inured to
the horrors of battle. It seemed horrible to us to see our schoolmates of a few
weeks before now one by one laid away in the cold grave far away from home and
friends.
On the next day, we lay in readiness
for battle, all day expecting the enemy to return and renew the attack, but he
did not appear until Tuesday the 16th and we skirmished all day.
General Bragg’s whole force had come up and while the skirmishing was going on,
he was placing his batteries in position all around us in such a manner as to
open a concentrated fire upon us.
Having his batteries so arranged,
late in the evening he sent in a flag of truce and demanded our surrender.
Colonel Wilder refused unless permitted to see for himself that Bragg had the
necessary troops to enforce the demand. This permission being granted, Colonel
Wilder rode around the place and counted 66 cannons, 54 of which were then in position,
and was told by Bragg that there were 35,000 troops in position. This convinced
him that it would be a foolish sacrifice of life to hold out longer, and on
Wednesday morning September 17th, we were surrendered as prisoners
of war.
Thus within a few short weeks, we had left our harvest fields and workshops, been transformed from citizens to soldiers, and been baptized in the fire of blood and battle, made prisoners of war, and hungry and footsore, marched 150 miles home and now we enjoyed a little rest among friends.
Corporal
Reuben B. Scott, Co. A, 67th Indiana Volunteer Infantry, The
History of the 67th Regiment Indiana Infantry Volunteers, War of the
Rebellion. Bedford: Herald Book and Job Print, 1892, pgs. 5-10
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