A Georgian Recalls the Chicamacomico Races
Writing back to his brother in Fosters, Alabama, Private Joseph Maharrey of Co. H of the 3rd Georgia Infantry described a little known engagement remembered as the "Chicamacomico Races" which took place near Cape Hatteras Lighthouse on the North Carolina coast in early October 1861.
After roughing up the camp of the 20th Indiana on Chicamacomico Island, the 3rd Georgia pursued the Federals by boat and by foot for over 20 miles until closing in on the Federal position near Cape Hatteras. "Our company took the lead all the time. I do not know whether I killed any or not, but I assure you I did my best and kept old “Bettie” pretty warm at times," Maharrey wrote. "I helped take some prisoners. There was only about 150 of us in the advance and when we came near the lighthouse, the others having broken down. We did not eat anything until we commenced a retreat which we were compelled to make from the bad condition we were in, having eaten nothing and having marched so far under such great disadvantages."
The tables turned when a Federal gunboat appeared offshore and began to shell the Confederates, compelling their retreat which gave the engagement its name. "We saw Old Abe’s war vessel lying in about 300 yards of the island in the Atlantic and we were in less than half a mile of her and could get no farther on account of the narrowness of the island and no place for shelter," Maharrey continued. " She commenced throwing bombshells at us with all vengeance. She followed us along up the side of the island for 18-20 miles and bombarded us the whole day, or from noon until night she would pitch her bombs right in our ranks, but every time she would shoot, we would lay down flat on the sand to avoid them."
Private Maharrey’s letter first saw publication in the November 20, 1861, edition of the Pickens County Herald and West Alabamian published in Carrollton, Alabama.
Roanoke Island, North Carolina
October 10, 1861
Dear brother,
I have the
pleasure of saying to you that I have been in one fight which took place last
Friday and Saturday on Chicamacomico Island 20 miles southeast of here. We
learned that the 20th Indiana regiment was encamped at that place
and we concluded we would give them a brushing, which we did in good style. We
left here on Thursday night [October 3rd] and reached Chicamacomico
about 9 a.m. Friday, landing in the face of the enemy. The water was so shallow
that our boats could not get nearer the island than a mile.
The Young
Guards, of which I am a member, and two other companies jumped overboard and
waded out up to our arms in the water and landed within 75-100 yards of the
enemy with but little or no opposition by them. But I assure you we had a rough
time of it before we got through, though we did not lose the first man by the
balls of the enemy. They began retreating towards Fort Hatteras, but we dogged
them 27 miles, occasionally overtaking them and having some very sharp
fighting. The island is a perfect sand bed from 8-10 inches deep with not one foot
of solid ground on it. We pursued them all that day and all night and until 10
o’clock the next morning, carrying with us two brass pieces drawn by ourselves
as we had no horses to pull them.
We pursued
them to within 1-1/2 miles of Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, at which place we found
the enemy about 1,800 strong drawn up in line of battle. Our company took the
lead all the time. I do not know whether I killed any or not, but I assure you
I did my best and kept old “Bettie” pretty warm at times. I helped take some
prisoners. There was only about 150 of us in the advance and when we came near
the lighthouse, the others having broken down. We did not eat anything until we
commenced a retreat which we were compelled to make from the bad condition we
were in, having eaten nothing and having marched so far under such great
disadvantages.
Our colonel [Ambrose
R. Wright] ordered us to fall back to a small woods where he said we would get
breakfast, get all the men together, rest and give them a fight at the
lighthouse. But when he found that a great many of our men were unable and
unfit for duty from fatigue, that it would not do. We had but about 500 men on
the island, having sent the rest down below to cut them off from Fort Hatteras.
But the channel of the sound was so bad that our boatmen failed entirely of
landing them, which was very unfortunate for us, if they could have landed, we
would have killed or captured every one of the Yankees. There would have been
no possible chance for their escape.
One of our men
dropped dead in the pursuit from exhaustion and fatigue, and several others
were found almost in a similar condition who are very low yet. A great many of
us are scarcely able to walk from blistered feet and soreness. Our colonel had
his horse shot from under him, the ball missing his leg by about six inches. He
captured the Lincolnite that did it and three others at the same time including
a sergeant major. You may believe the balls whistled over our heads, but I did
not care for it, as I just felt like God was with us to protect and to save. I
got so I loved to hear them and would not have missed being there for anything
in the world. I was sick until I saw the Lincolnites when I felt as well as I
ever did in my life and was among the first to plunge into the water and wade
out to the Yankees. I believe it cured me as I feel tolerably well now, only my
feet and limbs are very sore.
Colonel Ambrose R. Wright 3rd Georgia Infantry |
We killed
seven Yankees, captured 33, and took about $65,000 worth of property consisting
of tents, clothing, provisions, etc. We got all they had and followed them
within 9-1/2 miles of Fort Hatteras. We rested only two hours the whole time we
were pursuing the enemy. So you know how tired we must have been. As I would
pass along I could see our men, lying by the wayside on the sand fast asleep. As
for my part, I was so tired that I could not sleep. We suffered a great deal
for water and the only way we could get it was by digging little holes in the
sand and get what would rise, which was not fit for anyone to drink, but we had
to drink it or perish.
This island is
not quite half a mile wide, the Atlantic Ocean on the east side and the Pamlico
Sound on the west. It is level sand plain and every five or six miles there is
an acre or two of woods in which we would find a few fishermen living. As I
stated, our colonel ordered us to retreat back to a small woods and o get our
breakfast which we did and rested until about 12 o’clock [noon] when we
commenced our retreat.
But we had not gone more than a
mile, just outside the woods, when we saw Old Abe’s war vessel the Harriet
Lane [Ed note: also reported as the Monticello] lying in about 300
yards of the island in the Atlantic and we were in less than half a mile of her
and could get no farther on account of the narrowness of the island and no
place for shelter. She commenced
throwing bombshells at us with all vengeance. She followed us along up the side
of the island for 18-20 miles and bombarded us the whole day, or from noon
until night she would pitch her bombs right in our ranks, but every time she
would shoot, we would lay down flat on the sand to avoid them. I had sand
thrown in my face several times by them. Only two of our men got hurt and they
very slightly by pieces of bombs.
As for throwing sand in our
faces or the pieces passing within a foot of our heads to be such a common
thing that we scarcely noticed it. It was one of the most miraculous escapes
that was ever made and it was evident that God was watching over and protecting
us. And every soldier that was there could not help acknowledging that it was
the great protection and powder of God and Him alone that saved us. They threw
441 shells at us. We conducted our retreat with the greatest coolness and
bravery. We at one time planted our flag in the sand and discharged our muskets
at them, which seemed to increase their rage and they would commence on us with
a renewed vigor.
In our pursuit, we caught some
of the Yankees who had run themselves nearly to death, and I expect some died
from it. Some told us they had rather be captured or killed than run another
step. They say they call us the “Bloody Third” and view us with the greatest
terror. You never saw the like of knapsacks, coats, pants, shirt, drawers, hats,
caps, cartridges, cartridge boxes, belts, and almost everything else that they
threw away, when they were running from us. I think some of them must have
reached Fort Hatteras stark naked.
A contemporary depiction of the Chicamacomico Races shows a Federal gunboat firing upon the fleeing Confederate column. |
From the prisoners and letters
of the officers captured we learned that they were going in a few days to make
attack here on us at Roanoke, and I suppose, if we had not attacked them when
we did, we would have had it here before this. Two of our gunboats went down
the Sound some ten miles below here and captured one of Old Abe’s gunboats, 47
Lincolnites, 1,100 overcoats, and a great many other things worth about
$35,000. They were going to this regiment that we gave such a rout, making in
all 80 prisoners and about $120,000.
We have a great many spies among us. The prisoners told us they knew everything we were doing and all about our fortifications said they heard from us every day. We would like to catch them so we could hang them higher than Haman.
Regimental historian Charles H. Andrews stated that “the captured clothing and shoes made the 3rd Georgia comfortable, and the army overcoats did good service with many till the end of the war.” To learn more about the 3rd Georgia Infantry, please check out the History of the 3rd Georgia website- an amazing resource.
Source:
Letter from Private Joseph Aaron Maharrey, Co. H (Young Guards),
3rd Georgia Infantry, Pickens County Herald and West Alabamian (Alabama),
November 20, 1861, pg. 1
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