An Eyewitness at Carnifex Ferry
Major Robert Henry Glass, editor of the Lynchburg
Republican, witnessed the Federal advance and attack at Carnifex Ferry,
Virginia on the afternoon of September 10, 1861, impressed both with the heroism
of his comrades and that of his opponents.
“The enemy was seen swarming in
the woods from one end of our lines to the other,” Glass reported. “He approached
us from this point in double-quick time, evidently intending to force our works
at the point of the bayonet. At the first crack of our rifles the gallant
Colonel who led in front of his men, on a splendid black charger, fell dead to
the earth, while the head of his column recoiled in utter confusion. The
Colonel's horse, as if unconscious of the fall of his rider, dashed up to our
embankments and around them into our camp, and from the inscription upon the
mountings of his pistols, proved to be Colonel William H. Lytle of Cincinnati
[commanding 10th Ohio Infantry]. I saw the daring officer fall from
his horse, and he was certainly one of the bravest of the brave, for he sought
"the bauble reputation" at the very cannon's mouth.”
Major Glass’s eyewitness account first saw publication in his newspaper, the Lynchburg Republican, in late September 1861; it was widely copied in newspapers throughout the South.
Headquarters near Dogwood Gap, Virginia
September 11, 1861
On Monday last we received
intelligence of the advance of the enemy in heavy force from the direction of
Sutton, along the Summerville road. On Tuesday morning Colonel John McCausland's
regiment, which had been down at Summerville as our advance, was driven in, and
the enemy encamped fourteen miles distant from us. We expected him to drive in
our pickets on Tuesday night and attack us on Wednesday morning; but contrary
to expectations, he forced his march and drove in our pickets at 2 o'clock
Tuesday.
Our line of battle was at once
formed behind our breastworks, and scarcely had all our forces been placed in
position before the enemy was seen swarming in the woods from one end of our
lines to the other. He approached with great deliberation and firmness, and his
central column emerged from the woods and above the hills, 200 yards in our
front, just 15 minutes after 3 o'clock. He approached us from this point in
double-quick time, evidently intending to force our works at the point of the
bayonet.
At the first crack of our rifles
the gallant Colonel who led in front of his men, on a splendid black charger,
fell dead to the earth, while the head of his column recoiled in utter
confusion. The Colonel's horse, as if unconscious of the fall of his rider,
dashed up to our embankments and around them into our camp, and from the
inscription upon the mountings of his pistols, proved to be Colonel William H. Lytle
of Cincinnati [commanding 10th Ohio Infantry]. I saw the daring
officer fall from his horse, and he was certainly one of the bravest of the
brave, for he sought "the bauble reputation" at the very cannon's
mouth.
Colonel William H. Lytle 10th O.V.I. |
The enemy's columns now opened
upon us along the whole of our center and right, and for an hour the rattle of
musketry and the thunder of our artillery was incessant and terrible. The enemy
was driven back and silenced for a moment, but came again to the fight,
supported with five or six pieces of artillery, two of which were rifled cannons.
For another hour and a half, the battle raged with terrific fury, and again the
enemy's guns were silenced and he driven from our view.
The sun was now fast sinking
beyond the distant mountains, and we were strongly in hopes that the enemy had
met his final repulse for the evening; but a few minutes dispelled our
illusion. For the third time the enemy came back to the conflict with more violence
and determination than before. He assailed us this time from one end of our
lines to the other and tried his best to flank us. For another hour and a half,
and until the dark curtains of night closed in upon us, the fight raged with
intense fury.
At first, the range both of
their small arms and artillery was very bad, shooting entirely over our heads.
The range of the cannon was especially bad, for while their balls cut off the
tops and split open the giant oaks in our encampment, their shells, with few
exceptions, burst high in the air and full fifty yards in our rear. But when
they came to the last charge, they had gotten the range far better, and their
balls began to plow up our embankments, while their shells broke directly over
us in every direction and with terrible fury.
The enemy seemed to be perfectly
enraged at our obstinate resistance and was determined to pour out the full
vials of his wrath upon us. The battle ceased at 15 minutes past 7 o'clock,
having continued almost incessantly for four long hours. Our men stood to their
posts with astonishing coolness and courage. The only fault they committed
during the battle was that of firing upon the enemy at too long a range, and
while too securely posted behind the dense forest trees which skirted our
entire lines.
Major Robert H. Glass Editor of Lynchburg Republican |
We did not lose a single man
killed, and not more than ten wounded. The enemy's loss could not be
ascertained, but at one single spot, where Colonel Lytle fell, we counted 37
dead bodies. The prisoners inform us that their loss was heavy, and from the
fact that we silenced their guns three times, we are confident this report is
entirely true. The prisoners also informed us that another colonel, whose name
I do not remember, was badly if not fatally wounded, and his horse killed under
him. [This would have been Colonel John W. Lowe, commanding the 12th
Ohio Infantry; he was shot through the head as he led his regiment through the
underbrush to attack the Confederate line.]
Our officers acted with great
coolness and bravery. The battle had raged but twenty minutes when our gallant
General [John Floyd] was very painfully wounded in the right arm, the ball
entering near the elbow and passing out near his wrist, without breaking any
bone. We retired with him a short distance under the hill and had the wound
dressed by Surgeon [Samuel C.] Gleaves [45th Virginia], and in ten
minutes he was again moving along our lines, encouraging his men by his
presence and his voice. At a later stage of the fight a Minie ball tore through
the lapel of his coat, and another through the cantle of his saddle. Indeed, it
is the wonder of all of us how he escaped death. --None but his staff and
surgeon knew he was wounded until the close of the fight. He is now suffering much
pain.
We had dispatched General Henry
Wise in the morning for reinforcements, and he had declined to send them for
fear of an attack upon him by General [Jacob] Cox. We had also sent couriers
for the North Carolina and Georgia regiments to come up, but it was impossible
for them to reach us in time to support us. At 10 o'clock last night,
therefore, our forces proceeded to retire from the position they had so
heroically defended during the day, and by light this morning they were all
safely and in order across the river, with all their baggage, &c., except
some few things which were lost from neglect and want of transportation.
Despite holding off Rosecrans' attack, Floyd's outnumbered command abandoned the field after dark, crossed the Gauley River on flatboats and retreated south about 15 miles to camp near Dogwood Gap. |
We are now pitching our tents at
this place, on the main Charleston road, about 15 miles from Gauley Bridge, and
55 miles west of Lewisburg. General Wise is encamped at Dogwood Gap, a few
miles above us, while a portion of his force holds the Hawk's Nest below us.
I think the public and all military men will agree that both our fight and our fall back to this side of the river are among the most remarkable incidents in the history of war. --Seventeen hundred men, with six inferior pieces of artillery, fought back four times their number, with much superior artillery, for more than four long hours, repulsed them three times, and remained masters of the ground. They then retired, their numbers, baggage, stores, and more than 200 sick and wounded, across the river, from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m., along one of the steepest and worst single-track roads that ever horse's hoof trod or man ever saw. 4 o'clock found these men three miles from the enemy, with our newly-constructed bridge destroyed and our boats sunk behind us. I think these facts show a generalship seldom exhibited anywhere.
To read a Federal perspective of Carnifex Ferry, please check out "The 13th Ohio and the School of the Soldier."
Source:
Letter from Major Robert Henry Glass, Southern Advertiser (Alabama),
October 9, 1861, pg. 1 (originally published in Lynchburg Republican)
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