Last Fight for the Round Forest at Stones River
The last shots of the Battle of Stones River took place on the evening of Saturday, January 3, 1863, when portions of Colonel John Beatty’s and General James Spears’ Federal brigades launched an assault on Confederate positions in the Round Forest held by the 39th Alabama and 1st Louisiana Regulars of Colonel John Coltart’s brigade.
It was a wet,
miserable evening; it had rained incessantly all day and the men of both
armies, exhausted by several days of the most intense combat yet seen in the
western theater, were hardly in shape for a fight. Among those who
shouldered his musket for this last engagement was Sergeant Henry Breidenthal
of Co. A, 3rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry.
Breidenthal drew the unlucky assignment of being in the “forlorn hope,” a group of men tasked with advancing 50-100 yards ahead of the regiment during the attack; their presence would prompt the Confederates to open fire, thus exposing their positions in the gathering darkness. “When within a short distance of the woods, the Rebel advance opened on us,” he wrote. “We returned it, fell down, loaded our pieces, waited until the regiment got within supporting distance, then got up, fired, and made for the trees yelling like Indians and loading as we ran.”
Sergeant Breidenthal’s full account of this chaotic close to the Battle of Stones River first saw publication in the January 24, 1863, edition of the Ohio State Journal published in Columbus, Ohio. It was Breidenthal’s second letter describing the battle, a previous missive covering the campaign through the fighting on December 31st.
Camp near Murfreesboro, Tennessee
January 12, 1863
Saturday, January 3rd: This
morning early, our brigade was moved on the left center where each regiment
threw out 30 skirmishers in advance to protect the sappers and miners who were
busily engaged throwing up breastworks and rifle pits. We advanced our
skirmishers to within rifle range of the Rebels and then we went to popping
away at each other for an hour or two quite lively. We lost one of our men
killed, Courtright of Co. I.
About 10 a.m., we were relieved by another brigade which had arrived that morning. [General James Spears’ provisional brigade] The rain still poured down. After we got back to our old position, Colonel John Beatty, seeing we had no wood, generously gave us an old house which afforded him comfortable quarters and shared with us the storm- all honor to him. We soon razed it to the ground and very soon afterwards we had good fires all around us. I saw but little of interest during the day except, I might mention, the sending out of a flag of truce with an ambulance which caused some interest and much speculation in regard to its object. That remains a mystery to us yet.
[Sergeant Isaac Wark of the 1st Louisiana Regulars said this was a "Yankee trick. We were in a small strip of woods about halfway between our lines and the enemy's on picket duty. And the Yank, wishing to ascertain our positions, sent over a flag of truce to recover the body of some officer that had been killed the day before. In the ambulance that accompanied the flag was an artillery officer taking sightings as we afterwards learned to our sorrow. For as soon as the flag reached their lines they commenced shelling us at a terrible rate."]
In the
evening, the 88th Indiana and the 3rd Ohio of our brigade
(the 17th with Colonel Beatty commanding) and some Tennessee
regiments were selected to carry the enemy’s breastworks, situated in a small
strip of woods resting immediately on the Murfreesboro Pike something near
midway between ours and the enemy’s lines.
Colonel John Beatty, 3rd O.V.I. |
After the
woods had been shelled by our batteries [Battery H, 5th U.S.], we
were ordered forward, the 3rd Ohio with her right resting on or near
the Pike. From each company was selected five men as a ‘forlorn hope’ to go 50
or 100 yards in the advance of the regiment. One poor soul, who I never saw
refuse his rations, asked to be excused as he did not think he was active
enough. He forgot that he was not required to run. We formed in line in front
of the column and ordered forward by Colonel Beatty’s encouraging command, ‘Forward,
advance like men!’ We started but had not gotten but a few rods when I noticed
a fellow from another company skulk out and start for the pile of rails. Curiosity
prompted me to see who it was; I saw, and marked him.
When within a short distance of the woods, the Rebel advance opened on us. We returned it, fell down, loaded our pieces, waited until the regiment got within supporting distance, then got up, fired, and made for the trees yelling like Indians and loading as we ran. We succeeded in securing the line of the Rebel works which consisted of hewn logs to the height of 2-1/2 to 4 feet, affording us a tolerably good protection from the enemy who was entrenched behind a similar one about 100 yards in front of us.
[Sergeant Isaac Wark provided this perspective. "During the shelling, a heavy line of battle advanced on us and was not discovered until within about 30 feet of us. Those that were able got up and dusted, or in military parlance, fell back to the regiments that were supporting us. When they saw us coming back, their immediately broke and ran back to the breastworks which, along with what was left of ours, held the enemy in check until the 9th and 41st Mississippi advanced when we drove the Yanks back to their breastworks."]
The 88th Indiana was
on our left and some distance behind, engaged with the enemy on their front
while the Tennessee regiment was firing into them. We continued our firing for
about an hour when we ran out of ammunition. We sent for some, but failed to
get it. We were compelled to fall back, the Rebels doing the same. Our regiment
lost several killed and wounded; the loss in Co. A was C.T. Palmer wounded.
I wish to notice one little
tragi-comedy that grew out of this little affair and I am done. After we
arrived at the breastworks, it appears that one of our men (I withhold his name
out of respect for the feelings of his wife) had become so terror-stricken as
not to be able to reload his rifle which he had discharged up in the air and
had fallen prone upon his back. Some of the boys thought him dead, but upon
examining this, found him half alive. Captain Swayne, learning this, took his
gun from him and gave it to one who needed one.
A short time after this, this
lump of clay with no heart in it and more than half dead was seen to crawl away
and that was the last that seen of him for several days. We supposed that he
had received a shot while retreating for the next morning we received
intelligence that a person answering his description had been found and buried.
Some of us even went to the trouble to exhume said person but it proved to be
an honest soldier. We then accounted him as among the missing. But when we got
here and all was safe, who should make their appearance but said person in
company with several other kindred skulks.
I have seen the face of
sheep-killing dogs, but I never saw anything so expressive of conscious meanness
or cowardice as their countenance exhibited to us on their return from the ‘wars.’
Sir, if there is one thing upon God’s green earth more deserving than another
the loathing and sovereign contempt of mankind, that object most decidedly is a
craven-spirited, perjured wretch who has been base enough to forsake their
colors and comrades in battle. They should every one of them be drummed out of
camp after having been branded for their infamy by having placed upon their
cowardly heads, not that time-honored article of household furniture the ladies’
night cap (for I, as does every soldier, enter a solemn protest against the
prostitution of that useful article to so dishonorable a purpose as being a
badge of cowardice), the device of a crawfish, it being a truthful
representation of the fighting qualities of those whom Shakespeare knew so well
when he wrote that “He who fights and runs away, will live to fight another
day.”
We returned to camp and spent a
miserable night, the rain pouring down in torrents all night and raining the
fires out. In the morning [Sunday, January 4], details were made from the
different regiments to bury the dead; others were detailed to make a
reconnaissance of the enemy. Some of our troops went into and took possession
of the town. We crossed over [Stones River] on Monday and are now encamped
within sight of the place. Everything has subsided and quiet reigns supreme and
we can rest from our labors for the time being.
Sources:
Letter from Sergeant Henry Breidenthal, Co. A, 3rd
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Ohio State Journal (Ohio), January 24, 1863,
pg. 2
Letter from Sergeant Isaac F. Wark, Co. E, 1st Louisiana Regular Infantry, Regimental Files, Stones River National Battlefield Park
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