Death at the Edge of the Cedars: An Account from the 29th Mississippi
Filing this one under the category of "I wish I had this when I wrote Hell by the Acre..."
Writing nearly 50 years after the Battle of Stones River, Private Edward A. Smith of Co. A, 29th Mississippi recalled the intensity of the fighting as his regiment approached the northern end of the cedar forest around midday on December 31, 1862.
"Our brigade had driven the Federals slowly but steadily through what is known in the history of the battle as the cedar grove. When the Federals reached the back side, they found a field 500 yards wife which, with the leaden hail we were throwing at them, they knew it was death to cross. Their officers got them halted and they turned on us with the fierceness of a lion at bay. They had no idea of going further and we had an idea that they must go further and there we stood 125 yards apart belching death at each other with all our might. In the meantime, Lieutenant Wilkins called my attention to a superb-looking officer on horseback who was evidently their commander. He urged me to do my best to shoot him, saying that he believed that with him out of the way, they would run. I stepped up to a tree, took deliberate aim and fired. When the smoke cleared away, my man had fallen. Another brigade, Sears [I think Smith is mistaken, this was most likely General James E. Rains’ brigade] came up just then and the enemy fled, but not half of them reached the other side. Many doubtless fell from exhaustion besides those who were wounded or killed. We advanced to the edge of the woods and lay down. Then their reserve batteries turned loose on us with such terrible effect that we were ordered to fall back 75 yards in the grove so they could not see us."
Throughout the spring and summer of 1910, Rev. Edward A. Smith provided a weekly column of reminiscences of life in antebellum Oxford, Mississippi to the Oxford Eagle newspaper. He devoted several columns to his military service with the 29th Mississippi and the following account is drawn from those columns. It provides one of the finest descriptions of the late morning fighting at the edge of the cedars that I’ve yet encountered.
An incident occurred at the Battle of Murfreesboro which is
well worth relating. Wading in almost a pool of their own blood as well as that
of their enemies, Walthall’s brigade [then under the command of General J.
Patton Anderson as Walthall was on leave] had driven the Federals slowly but
steadily through what is known in the history of the battle as the cedar grove.
When the Federals reached the back side, they found a field 500 yards wife
which, with the leaden hail we were throwing at them, they knew it was death to
cross. Their officers got them halted and they turned on us with the fierceness
of a lion at bay.
They had no idea of going further and
we had an idea that they must go further and there we stood 125 yards apart
belching death at each other with all our might. In the meantime, Lieutenant [Washington
Porter] Wilkins called my attention to a superb-looking officer on horseback
who was evidently their commander. He urged me to do my best to shoot him,
saying that he believed that with him out of the way, they would run. I stepped
up to a tree, took deliberate aim and fired. When the smoke cleared away, my
man had fallen.
[Based on Smith’s location at the edge of the cedars and the
time this event likely occurred, it is possible that the officer he shot down
was Major Stephen D. Carpenter, commanding the First Battalion of the 19th
U.S. Infantry of the Regular Brigade. Major Carpenter was shot from his horse
late morning in this same approximate location as the Regulars were trying to
cover the retreat of Negley and Sheridan’s divisions. For a Federal perspective
on this event, please check out “Retrieving Major Carpenter: Joseph R. Prentice
Earns His Medal of Honor at Stones River.”]
Another brigade, Sears [I think Smith
is mistaken, this was most likely General James E. Rains’ brigade] came up just
then and the enemy fled, but not half of them reached the other side. Many
doubtless fell from exhaustion besides those who were wounded or killed. We
advanced to the edge of the woods and lay down. Then their reserve batteries
turned loose on us with such terrible effect that we were ordered to fall back
75 yards in the grove so they could not see us.
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Private John Shanks Co. K, 29th Mississippi |
After shelling us for an hour, they
suddenly ceased. “Look out men,” said Lieutenant Colonel [James B.] Morgan, “something
is going to happen. Be sure your guns are loaded.” In a few minutes a long line
of skirmishers, about 80 in number, could be seen advancing with all the
steadiness and accuracy of alignment of trained regulars which indeed they
were. Captain [George S.] Caldwell’s company [Co. D] was rushed forward to the
edge of the woods to meet them and when they came within 50 yards, Captain
Caldwell called out, “You are within 100 yards of a Confederate line of battle!
Thrown down your arms and come in!” [Lt. Col. Morgan assumed command after
Colonel William F. Brantley was knocked senseless by a shell explosion during
the regiment’s first assault on Negley’s division around 10 o’clock that
morning.]
“Halt! Rally by fours and fire,”
yelled their captain It was a silly order for men in an open field but they
obeyed to their utter undoing for they were nearly all shot down. Four of them
had picked up a corpse and started off with it, but two or three of them were
shot and the corpse was dropped. I learned afterwards that it was a company of
U.S. regulars who had voluntarily offered to go to the battle line where the
brave officer fell and return with his body or died in the effort.
He was reported to me by one who said he knew all the circumstances and said the officer was one of noblest, bravest, and knightliest characters that ever gave a command or waved a sword on the field of battle. He was a colonel and thought to be commanding a brigade and I doubt not he was the officer whom it was my lot to kill, or at least try to kill, on that fateful field. A splendid monument has been built near where he fell dedicated to his memory. [The Regular Brigade monument stands at the center of Stones River National Cemetery.]
To learn more about the Battle of Stones River, be sure to purchase a copy of my campaign study Hell by the Acre, recently awarded the Richard B. Harwell Award from the Atlanta Civil War Roundtable as best Civil War book of 2024. Available now through Savas Beatie.
Source:
Memoirs of
Private Edward A. Smith, Co. A, 29th Mississippi Infantry, Oxford
Eagle (Mississippi), August 19, 1910, pg. 2; also, August 25, 1910, pg. 2
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