A Cavalryman’s View of the Disaster at Hartsville
The Battle of Hartsville, Tennessee, fought December 7, 1862, proved an embarrassing defeat of General Rosecrans in the days leading up to the Stones River campaign. Among the participants in this engagement was Second Lieutenant Edward H. Green of Co. E of the 11th Kentucky Cavalry. The cavalry did not play a prominent role in the battle but Green tried to rally the faltering 108th Ohio Infantry before the command surrendered.
Green numbered among the lucky ones who escaped from
Hartsville but that action led to rumblings of cowardice that made their way
into the press. The following lengthy account of Hartsville is essentially a
defense of Green’s actions during the engagement. He must have been convincing
as General Joseph Reynolds placed Green in charge of his escort shortly after
Hartsville.
Lieutenant Green’s letter was featured on the first page of the February 5, 1863, edition of the Aurora Journal in which they said “we have received a letter from Lieutenant Green in regard to the escape of himself and comrades at the Battle of Hartsville. We are glad to say that the evidence adduced is sufficient to convince us that Lieutenant Green and his comrades were fully justified in leaving the field in the manner they did. We have not felt like attaching any blame to either party in this matter. The attack was sudden and unexpected; the men were awakened from their sleep to find the foe upon them; there was little time or opportunity to call the reflective faculties into operation. What they did was done upon the impulse of the moment. We have no doubt that those who surrendered and those who escaped did what they thought best and we are sorry to see either party disposed to indulge in recrimination and we think it should be stopped at once.”
Lieutenant
Green’s letter:
At Hartsville when the Rebels were
first discovered, I was asleep and was awakened simultaneously by Orderly
Bienkamp and our venerable old citizen Washington Stark who informed me that
the enemy was upon us. I sprang to my feet as quick as possible and while
dressing myself I heard Captain Slater hurrying up the men to “fall in.” When I
went out of the tent, the captain had already gone- where to, I did not know. I
hastened to my horse and found my servant frightened almost out of his senses,
having harnessed up my horse with some other person’s rigging. I immediately
made the change and mounted.
By this time, our infantrymen were
forming in line of battle in our quarters. The Rebels had also formed and deployed
as skirmishers in our front and commenced advancing at a steady pace and firing
at will. Soo their artillery opened fiercely with canister and shell. I saw
Colonel Absalom B. Moore [see "Colonel A.B. Moore Explains the Hartsville Disgrace."] who was in command, coming up to the line
of battle accompanied by his orderlies who were Sergeant Vegtel, William H.
Connell, Robert Dickey, and James M. Steele of our company.
I rode out and met Colonel Moore and in the presence of the
escort suggested to him the propriety and absolute necessity of hurrying up our
artillery to position. I informed the colonel that the enemy was advancing
within close range. He informed me that he had ordered it forward and it occurs
to me that he sent one of the boys back to repeat the order and to urge prompt
compliance therewith. I then rode to the head of the 104th Illinois
[see "Blue Times: The 104th Illinois After Hartsville"] as I was acquainted with the field officers and conversed some
minutes with the lieutenant colonel [Douglas Hapeman] and adjutant [Rufus C.
Stevens].
I then went to the 108th Ohio, two companies of
which were posted on the extreme right of our line of battle; and I now claim
the honor which otherwise I never should have mentioned, of having rallied a
portion of this regiment after they had indicated unwillingness to remain
longer on the field, exposed as they were, to a crossfire of musketry from the
right and a sharp fire of shell from a mountain howitzer which I plainly saw
the enemy get into position on an oblique line in close proximity to the right.
I remained with the infantry (for the cavalry did nothing) in the thickest and
hottest of the fight until the right gave way, which was quickly followed by
other portions of the line; perfect anarchy and disorder set it.
Here we were: both of our flanks turned which exposed our
line to a murderous crossfire and a bold and apparently determined front
advancing vociferously by cheering with a triumphant air that added to the
confusion of our already panic-stricken brigade. It is proper here to state
that the 104th Illinois still presented a determined front until
they were surrendered, covering themselves all over with glory. They fought
nobly. I saw that all was lost for I tried to maintain equilibrium of mind and
I fell back about 150 yards to a cluster of timber on the slope of an
elevation. Here I saw Lieutenant Terrill and a number of our boys including
Sergeant I.M. Thompson, John C. West, Elias C. Groves, and George Tresler and I
forget who else.
Lieutenant Terrill and myself talked some minutes on the
fortunes of the day, both of us concluding that all was lost. The subject of
escape was adverted to and the lieutenant observed that he had no horse to
facilitate his flight, which was true, and suffering from a severe fall he
received the day previous while on a scouting expedition rendered his escape
impossible. From these circumstances, of course, the lieutenant was unable to
take a part in the engagement although undoubtedly it was deeply regretted by
him.
While we were talking, I had dismounted and was holding the
reins of my bridle in my hands when suddenly a shower of bullets came whistling
around us, as though designed for our special benefit. And on viewing the
source from which the leaden missiles came, I discovered that the enemy had
gained the crest of the elevation above us- a distance not to exceed 60 yards.
My horse became so intensely frightened at this sudden volley so close to us
that it was impossible to prevent him from tearing away from me. He ran away
and I started in pursuit of him; Fred Noble of our company, knowing my horse,
caught him and held him until I came up to him. At this moment, the firing
ceased and the surrender was made. The enemy had also succeeded in getting
nearly in our rear and occupied a woods to prevent escape by way of Hartsville.
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I saw a group of our boys within a short distance of me and I
went to them. The unanimous request was made by them for me to lead them out,
bravely declaring that they had rather find their graves on that very spot, already
reeking with blood and covered with slain and mangled corpses than to be
captured by that hellion John Morgan. They were wandering around like lost
sheep without a shepherd, the larger portion of them having not been formed at
all and those few who were formed list their captain early in the engagement.
An election was held and the proposition was submitted: Shall we abide the
surrender or attempt to cut our way out? The unanimous result was “surrender
never.” Had we known at that moment that we would have been branded as cowards,
how easily we could have avoided the epithet and tamely submitted and what a
nice time we could have had once more in the circle of our friends at sweet
home.
If there is yet anyone who questions the truthfulness of the above statements, especially my slanderers, I shall fall back on an adequate means of redress. I shall demand a peremptory court of inquiry or else insist on proceedings before a court martial against my accusers in the adjudication of which will involve my conduct on the occasion in question. General Ebenezer Dumont thoroughly investigated the matter and complimented me on my course, observing that he would infinitely prefer death in the attempt than not make a struggle for escape under such circumstances. General Joseph J. Reynolds also investigated the matter and pronounced similar encomiums on me. He immediately attached me as commander of his escort, in which capacity I am now acting with 17 of my men. One thing may be firmly written on the wall that I shall never suffer my little command to be brutally butchered and inexcusably gobbled up when a little energy and judgment will save them.
Source:
Letter from
Second Lieutenant Edward H. Green, Co. E, 11th Kentucky Volunteer
Cavalry (U.S.), Aurora Journal (Indiana), February 5, 1863, pg. 1



Excellent account. I do not live far from Green's gravesite. I might have to visit and clean his stone.
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