Something more stirring than common in the wind: Delaying the Federal Advance Along the Nashville Pike
After nearly three days of constant fighting in the days before the Battle of Stones River, Captain George Knox Miller of the 8th Confederate Cavalry recalled an instance where two of the combatants finally had enough and called a truce.
The scene was along Stewart’s
Creek near LaVergne, Tennessee. “One of my boys, John C. Duncan, a very jovial
fellow, singled out a Yankee and the two fired away at each other for over
three hours, all this time in speaking distance,” Miller said. “They abused
each other heartily and incessantly. At last John bantered the other man to
cease firing and make an exchange of newspapers. After considerable parleying,
the proposal was agreed to, an armistice arranged, and the firing ceased. John
succeeded in getting possession of a Confederate newspaper and walked down to
the creek. The Yankee did likewise. While the two pickets were thus amusing
themselves, the whole Yankee army about the place came to look on. Newspapers
were exchanged and compliments passed.”
Written mere days after the battle to his future wife Celestine McCann who then was residing in Equality in Anderson County, South Carolina, Captain Miller’s account provides an in-depth perspective of Wheeler’s delaying actions along the Nashville Pike on December 26-28. The letter, part of a broader unit history Captain Miller provided to the Alabama Department of Archives and History, is copied from the files of Stones River National Battlefield.
January 10, 1863
South of Murfreesboro, Tennessee
I spent a quiet
Christmas in our camp at Stewart’s Creek, not choosing to engage in the sports
and pastimes resorted to by our officers generally: drinking, gambling, horse
racing, etc. I felt much than I had in several day and found pleasure enough in
that feeling. The next morning, I was still weak but wanted to be with my boys
in their work and accordingly reported for duty.
We had a drill in the morning but
about 12 o’clock, heavy firing in the direction of LaVergne warned us that the
enemy was not spending the holiday in festivities at Nashville. The cannonading
gradually drew nearer and an order came for what of the brigade was then in
camp to come up to LaVergne in all haste. We were soon in the saddle and a trot
of five miles soon brought us to LaVergne.
In front of that place, we found
the enemy. It was now 3 o’clock and as they did not retire, as when merely out
foraging, we knew pretty well that something more stirring than common was in
the wind.
Our regiment
was sent forward to the left of the pike to support the 3rd Alabama
Cavalry which the enemy was pressing pretty vigorously. After going about a mile,
we dismounted and left our horses under the protection of a hill and dashed forward
as skirmishers. A quarter of a mile brought us upon the enemy well-concealed in
a cedar thicket. They opened upon us at about 150 yards. Now the order came for
us to charge. Forward we dashed, over two fences and to within 30 yards of the
Yankees. We had as hot a little brush as one would want on a December day.
The Yanks were well-posted and
it was near dark. They had the advantage of the field where we marched.
Besides, their uniforms were so near the color of the cedars behind which they
fought that it was almost impossible for our men to see them. For nearly an
hour we fought them, each man to his tree. I was on foot and walked a little in
advance of our line to find better ground for some of the boys who were very
much exposed. When kneeling at the foot of a tree and drawing a bead on a big
rascal, a Minie ball grazed my trousers just above the knee. It cut the orange
cord I wear for a stripe but did no other damage. Bark from stricken trees fell
into my eyes from time to time but I was not hurt in the least.
Finding the enemy well
supported, we withdrew inch by inch, until it grew so dark that we could not
distinguish one object from another. Nothing but the flash of the random gun
remained to tell us that the enemy had taken his position for the night. We
could see in the distance the whole horizon lit by his campfires. It required
no ghost to tell that Rosecrans had begun his long-expected advance from
Nashville. And this view was confirmed by the fact that all day long we had
heard heavy cannonading to our left on the Nolensville Pike showing his advance
was in heavy column on each road.
Captain George Knox Miller, Co. A, 8th Confederate Cavalry |
The next day being our turn in
course to go on picket, our regiment returned to camp to prepare rations. We
got in about 10 o’clock, cooked until 12, laid ourselves down to be thoroughly
drenched with rain and aroused by the bugle call at 3 a.m. At daylight, we
started for the field and had just thrown out pickets when the enemy advanced upon
us. I commanded the pickets on the extreme left.
As the enemy advanced, we fell
back slowly, skirmishing all the way. Our forces on the right between me and
the turnpike having fallen back faster than I anticipated threw me for a time
in the rear of a large body of the enemy. There I had a full view of the heavy
column as it rolled down the pike- infantry, cavalry, and artillery. I saw one
whole regiment of their cavalry mounted on white horses. I was so close that I
could distinctly hear the commands of the different officers.
Stewart’s Creek is a driving
stream with very steep banks and our intention was to cross it at the bridge on
the pike. But when we reached this point, we found that our artillery had
already crossed over and General Wheeler had destroyed the bridge. The enemy’s
artillery was then raking the pike. Fortunately, we found a narrow path leading
to a ford about a quarter of a mile above the burnt bridge. We barely had time
to cross when the enemy came close upon our heels. Night came on and we
established a picket line for the night on the south bank of the creek on
ground where a few hours before our camps had been. They were now removed
backwards in the direction of Murfreesboro.
A cold, drenching rain had
fallen all day and there was another cheerless night before us. My squadron
formed the second relief and was to stand four hours from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. I
was lying on a wet blanket, nearly freezing, when I was called to go on duty. I
immediately aroused my wet and sleepy boys. The enemy’s picket line was on the
opposite side of the creek and so near that we could hear them in low
conversation.
While I passed along the bank,
going from one post to another, one of their pickets fired on me not more than
50 yards distant. His aim was only a little wide of my head and I called to him
that he had little to do! I moved on. Our high position gave us a full view of
the enemy’s camp. As far as the eye could reach to the North, to the whole
earth seemed covered with their fires from which a murmur rose, like a swarm of
bees.
I slipped down to within 30
yards of the burnt bridge and could hear a hundred hammers on the pontoons
being laid to replace it. I was certain that the morning would bring hot work
for us, but nothing disturbed the scene except occasional shots exchanged between
our pickets and the enemy’s sharpshooters. The sun came out as genial as on a
spring day this last Sunday in December 1862.
I took advantage of a house near
the creek. There I stood and viewed the Yankee horde as it filled the woods and
open fields in front of me. At 11 o’clock, my relief came on again and I posted
my boys behind trees and fences where for hours they amused themselves shooting
at Yankee sharpshooters on the other side of the creek. One of my boys, John C.
Duncan, a very jovial fellow, singled out a Yankee and the two fired away at
each other for over three hours, all this time in speaking distance. They
abused each other heartily and incessantly. At last John bantered the other man
to cease firing and make an exchange of newspapers. After considerable parleying,
the proposal was agreed to, an armistice arranged, and the firing ceased. John
succeeded in getting possession of a Confederate newspaper and walked down to
the creek.
The Yankee did likewise. While the two pickets were thus amusing themselves, the whole Yankee army about the place came to look on. Newspapers were exchanged and compliments passed. The enemy proved to be Federal Kentuckians. They asked many questions about friends and acquaintances in our army. At sundown, all returned to their places. But, true to their instincts, the foe took advantage of John Duncan’s armistice to throw sharpshooters over the creek and drive our pickets from a hill which commanding the road. We soon double-teamed and sent them back Gilpin style.
Captain Frederick Garternicht of the 84th Illinois provided a Federal perspective on this exchange of newspapers on December 28th. "After firing an hour or two, apparently with no effect on either side, the boys commenced laughing and hallooing to the Secesh. At first, they exchanged epithets and threw slang at each other; finally, they asked us if we had any papers to exchange. I had a Louisville Journal and was willing to exchange; we stopped firing and Alexander Beck went to the stream to affect the exchange. He wrapped his paper around an ear of corn and threw it over. The Secesh threw his but it came to shore then rolled back into the river. The Secesh grabbed another one (the latest they had) and it also fell into the river. Beck fished it out and got it though in very damp condition. Secesh, after expressing his regret at the accident, told Beck that his colonel wished him to tell his captain to do as they did in Virginia and not fire on the pickets. To this I consented, and we talked together until Captain [Alexander] Pepper with his Co. K relieved us." [To see full post, click here to read "A Nice Little Game of Balls Played Over Our Heads: With the 84th Illinois at Stones River."]
To learn more about the initial fighting along the Nashville Pike in the days leading up to the Battle of Stones River, please check out this post:
The LaVergne Skirmish [December 27]: Captain John H. James of the 26th Ohio
Source:
Letter from Captain George Knox Miller, Co. A, 8th Confederate Cavalry, Stones River National Battlefield Regimental Archives
To learn more about the Stones River campaign, be sure to check out my new book "Hell by the Acre: A Narrative History of the Stones River Campaign" available now from Savas Beatie.
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