With the 139th Pennsylvania at Second Fredericksburg and Salem Church
Five Days at Chancellorsville
Lieutenant Samuel Schoyer of the 139th Pennsylvania took understandable pride in the achievements of his division during the Chancellorsville campaign, particularly its seizure of Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg on May 3, 1863.
"At 2 o’clock, our single division (General Newton’s) had taken possession of all the heights around Fredericksburg, the same that our army of 100,000 men failed to take last winter," he wrote to a relative. "Up to this time, our loss in the regiment was only one man killed and six wounded. Such yelling and cheering I never before heard. Hooker was cheered, Sedgwick, the commander of the 6th Corps and the immediate commander of the expedition, was cheered, and then Newton came in for three missing ones. The key to Richmond had been gained and every person felt in good spirits."
But as Schoyer soon learned, the fortunes of war proved fickle, and within two nights he counted himself lucky to be back safely on the eastern bank of the Rappahannock, with Fredericksburg again firmly in Confederate hands. Lieutenant Schoyer's account of the Chancellorsville campaign, written shortly after he arrived back in camp, first saw publication in the May 13, 1863, edition of the Daily Pittsburgh Gazette, his hometown newspaper.
Camp near Banks’ Ford, Virginia
May 7, 1863
My good
fortune continued throughout and I am now as well as if I had never seen a “Reb.”
My letter to B. gave an account of our movements on this side of the river
which we all strategic. I will now tell what was done on the other side.
At 8 o’clock
Saturday night [May 2, 1863], we crossed the pontoons and moved back from the
river about a mile. We rested at this point until midnight when we started on
the expedition of capturing Fredericksburg first, and then the heights at the
rear of the town. Colonel Alexander Shaler’s brigade took the advance and took
the town with considerable loss, driving the Rebs into their strongholds.
The enemy had arranged for our
reception, having dammed up the Rappahannock at a point near the town with
machinery so arranged that in five minutes time the city could have been overflowed
and the U.S. Army effectually washed out. This plan was discovered by a Negro Lieutenant
Frank Goodin took while he was out skirmishing. General John Newton, as soon as
Lieutenant Goodin told him, had the dammed river fixed so that it could not
injure us.
Major General John Newton Commanding Third Div., 6th A.C. |
At 4 o’clock, we reached the
rear of the town and were received with a terrible volley of musketry. At 5
a.m., we moved to the support of our batteries which were about 200 yards from
the Rebel works. Here we laid until 11 o’clock between two of our batteries and
in good range of the Rebel artillery. Such noises I never heard before! At one
time, I had become almost completely deaf from the 20-pounders going over my
head and so near to them that I could feel the concussion.
At 10 a.m., it was determined to
storm the enemy’s works which were so many Sebastopals. The first and strongest
work was a hill on the top of which were built earthworks in which were mounted
six pieces of artillery. At the base of the hill was a stone wall 2-1/2 feet
thick, about three feet in height, and long enough to put a thousand shooters
in which you may bet was done by our Southern brethren. This hill was
surrounded by others of the same description, excepting the stone wall.
At 10 o’clock, our batteries
opened a terrible fire under cover of which the 82nd Pennsylvania
and another regiment marched forward, subjected to the most galling fire. Our
men never halted, and with half the number of men they started with, they took
the stone wall and at half past 1 o’clock, our flag was planted on the hill. One
height after another fell into our hands, but each holding out as long as
possible and each making a terrible resistance. At 2 o’clock, our single
division (General Newton’s) had taken possession of all the heights around
Fredericksburg, the same that our army of 100,000 men failed to take last
winter.
Up to this time, our loss in the
regiment was only one man killed and six wounded. Such yelling and cheering I
never before heard. Hooker was cheered, Sedgwick, the commander of the 6th
Corps and the immediate commander of the expedition, was cheered, and then
Newton came in for three missing ones. The key to Richmond had been gained and every
person felt in good spirits.
The 139th Pennsylvania was part of Brigadier General Frank Wheaton's Third Brigade of Major General John Newton's Third Division of the 6th Army Corps. The regiment's officers could have worn chasseur-style kepis like this fine example above from the Horse Soldier complete with a blue corps badge indicating this kepi belonged to an officer in the Third Division, 6th Corps. |
We rested a few minutes then
started forward, leaving General Albion Howe with the Second Division in
possession of the heights along Richmond Pike leading to Chancellorsville where
we expected to form a junction with Hooker. Having gone about three or four
miles on this road, when a slight obstacle to our further progress arose in the
shape of a hill and a dense wood, well filled with Rebels. It was here we fought
from 3 p.m. till dark and the heaviest infantry fight that had occurred during
the war.
It was here that the 139th
Pennsylvania distinguished itself. We were led in by Colonel Frederick Collier,
under the most discouraging circumstances. Two old regiments broke and were
being pursued by the enemy. The confusion was terrible. The flying regiments
rushed through our boys, breaking our ranks, and I said to myself, “It’s all up
with us.” But not so. The boys rushed into the Rebs and drove them back into
the woods faster than they came out. I never saw men stick up as they did. The
old regiments cheered us vociferously and we double quicked over to the woods.
The Rebs did not make their appearance again that night.
Colonel Frederick Hill Collier, 139th Pennsylvania and his wife Catherine. |
We saved our batteries and won
the day. A prouder man than Colonel Collier I never saw, and he had reason to
be proud. Generals Sedgwick and Newton complimented us. Our loss was light, but
we just slaughtered the enemy. From the prisoners we took we learned that they
would have captured our batteries “had it not been for that regiment of
sharpshooters,” meaning the 139th. Lieutenant James Harbison of Co.
D was killed, received two balls in the brain. He was in front of his company,
waving his sword, and encouraging his men. There were 10 men killed and 42
wounded. The reason for our slight loss was the steady fire we poured in, scarcely
giving the enemy a chance to stand up and fire. Sergeant Thompson was wounded
slightly in the thigh and was the only one wounded in my company.
I’d like to give you an idea of
the villainous sounds that musket balls make, but don’t know anything that
comes near it. I tell you, I never felt so well in my life as I did last Sunday
evening when we marched victoriously off the battlefield. The regiment had established
its reputation.
On Monday morning [May 4, 1863]
it was evident to us all that the enemy had received large reinforcements and
we also felt that Sedgwick had gone too far. Every person felt anxious and the
Generals on the field looked terribly so. The morning was spent disposing of
our small force, having only one corps to hold the heights and the road for
five miles to the southwest.
Our regiment was still kept in
the front and detached from the brigade. At 3 p.m., the fight again commenced
on our left and raged for an hour or more, at the end of which time the loud
cheering of the Rebels proclaimed to use on the right that they had flanked us and
regained the heights. Our position was critical in the extreme, having but one
road by way of Banks’ Ford to escape as every other outlet was cut off.
At dark, we commenced our
retreat, drawing in our pickets. We had got but ten minutes start on the enemy
when they were after us, cheering and yelling like so many devils. Then began
the race. Our men had the disadvantage of having heavy knapsacks but we made it
and got to the river in safety. There we were drawn up into line and waited to
receive the Rebels, but they didn’t come, contenting themselves with shelling
us.
We reached this side of the
river in safety at 4 a.m. and hauled up the pontoons. The larger portion of the
102nd Pennsylvania was captured, along with Lieutenant Colonel John
W. Patterson, Captain Orlando Loomis, Lieutenant Andrew Moreland, and one or
two other officers whom I forget. The regiment lost their colors, too. [Colonel
Joseph M. Kinkead of the 102nd reported that “Our regimental colors
were missing when we arrived at the lines, and the only corporal of the
color-guard who escaped with us reported that they had been delivered to a
sergeant of Company I, 8th
Pennsylvania Cavalry. They have not yet been found, but I
feel confident did not fall into the hands of the enemy.”]
If any inquiries are made by the
friends of the boys of my company, tell them they are well and fought like devils.
Every fellow took deliberate aim and brought a Rebel down. They went at it as
if they were shooting squirrels and it was really interesting to see the poor
Rebs jump four or five feet into the air then fall.
Lieutenant Goodin is a splendid fellow. We presented him with a sword costing $47, the most elegant one in the division. We gave it to him just before we reached Fredericksburg. [Second Lieutenant Samuel] Harper is a good fellow, too.
Yours affectionately,
Samuel C. Schoyer, Co. G, 139th Penn. Vols.
To learn more about the 6th Corps at Fredericksburg, please check out these posts:
A Tornado of Shot and Shell: Storming Marye's Heights at Second Fredericksburg
To Die or Conquer: The 6th Vermont at Second Fredericksburg
Gulping Down the Disaster: The 119th Pennsylvania at Salem Church
Late-war issued national colors that belonged to the 139th Pennsylvania Volunteers. |
Lieutenant Schoyer would survive
the war, rising to the rank of captain, but suffering several wounds and
eventually being discharged for disability on May 6, 1865. “He was severely
wounded in a skirmish just before Gettysburg and was on that account detailed
for the recruiting service in Pittsburgh, but reclined to leave his command
when in the presence of the enemy and in spite of his wounds performed all his
duties during the famous three-day fight,” his obituary stated. “In the
Wilderness he was knocked senseless by a bullet that struck him in the side but
fortunately hit his revolver. At Cold Harbor, he was seriously wounded by a
rifle ball passing through his instep and shattering the ankle bone. He
declined to have the limb amputated and for years suffered terribly from the
effects of the wound. A general remark of his comrades when informed of his
death was that no braver man was in the Army of the Potomac than Captain Samuel
Schoyer.”
Schoyer returned to Pittsburgh and to his law practice, eventually serving as a solicitor for several of Pittsburgh’s largest banks and earning a reputation as an able attorney. He married Lizzie Preston in 1873 and had three children, two boys and a girl. “Captain Schoyer’s home life was particularly happy, for he was a tender, loving husband, and a kind, indulgent father.” He was also remembered by his colleagues for his sunny disposition despite the constant and debilitating pain he suffered from his war wounds. Captain Schoyer died of spinal sclerosis in his home in Pittsburgh on February 11, 1890, at the age of 49 and is buried at Allegheny Cemetery. In 1986, one of his descendants, William T. Schoyer, published The Road to Cold Harbor, a 118-page book featuring Captain Schoyer’s 1864 field diary.
Sources:
Letter from First Lieutenant Samuel Chadwick Schoyer, Co. G, 139th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry, Daily Pittsburgh Gazette (Pennsylvania), May 13, 1863, pg. 3
“Samuel Chadwick Schoyer: Life Sketch of the Soldier and
Barrister,” Pittsburgh Daily Post (Pennsylvania), February 13, 1890, pg.
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