A Keystone Tenderfoot Survives Antietam
“I have learned that I am reported killed which has given me a great deal of uneasiness,” reported Captain James Archbald of the 132nd Pennsylvania to a friend in Scranton after the Battle of Antietam. His regiment, thrust into action for the first time during the fighting near the Sunken Lane, lost heavily and what Archbald saw on the battlefield haunted his dreams that night.
“The adjutant and I lay close together
but I could not sleep as I still heard the terrific cannonading or the whizzing
of bullets through the corn, so affected was my imagination,” he continued. “In
my sleep the battle was partially forgotten as I as so much exhausted. Still, I
awoke several times to find I had been dreaming of that fearful struggle.”
Captain Archbald’s description of Antietam first saw publication in the October 4, 1862, edition of the Carbondale Advance.
Camp on the
battlefield of Sharpsburg, Maryland
Friday, September 19, 1862
Friend Mac,
Knowing the interest of our Scranton
friends in our welfare and the anxiety with which they await the particulars of
the fight of Wednesday last, I will give you a brief account of the fight as
regards the 132nd Pennsylvania regiment.
We were marched from our encampment
near Keedysville on Wednesday morning about 6:30 and marched until about 8 o’clock
through fields of corn and over the hills, fording one stream where the
privilege of taking off our boots and stockings was given. This was unusual to
us. I suppose they thought as a hard day’s work was before us we would march
better with dry feet. I certainly felt revived but was quite uncomfortable for
a time as I, as well as hundreds of others, came out of the stream through a
thick growth of nettles.
This was soon forgotten in the excitement.
After crossing the stream, we marched to the summit of the next hill and formed
in line of battle under some difficulty as the whole regiment was excited by
the shells which were bursting over us. However, we advanced through the woods,
over the fence, when we were thrown into some disorder. We recovered partially
by the time we came to the next fence; here we were again broken and our line
became more broken as we pressed over the ploughed field, it being up hill and
with furrows. Several of my men gave out with exhaustion.
A cornfield was next passed; here we
did well, but when we arrived at the meadow at the foot of the hill and under
fire of the enemy, our men were very much fatigued, having come on the double
quick for the last half mile under such unfavorable circumstances. Our line was
broken and the men instead of being two ranks deep were at least four. An
effort, with tolerable success, was made to draw the men up in line of battle.
General [Nathan] Kimball gave the word “forward” and forward we went, but as we
had to pass through a garden, around a barn, and over a fence, our companies
were somewhat mixed.
I heard an order from Colonel Oakford
for the 132nd to go in the orchard to our right. I jumped over the
fence followed by perhaps 50 men. Then General Kimball’s aide gave the order to
march to the left, which we did for a few hundred feet until we were in the
open field. Here we were reformed and ordered forward to the crest of the hill
where we found the 108th New York. We walked over them for they were
lying down and with but few exceptions firing from that position.
Here we fought four and a half hours
until we had fired 60 rounds and some of the cartridges of the dead and
wounded. Our bayonets were fixed for a charge upon the rifle pits of the Rebels
and the cornfield occupied by them. Just at this point the Irish Brigade came
to our relief and we were ordered to the rear to form our regiment. I gave the
order for “Co. I to the rear” and we went but was followed by only 20 men. I
went again to the front and brought out 20 more.
We left the field in tolerable order,
a few of my men lingering to fire a round or two at the Rebels on our right who
were making a charge upon a battery of ours. We passed the 14th
Connecticut coming into battle; a ball passed our brave lieutenant colonel but
killed his friend Captain Willard of the 14th. We marched to the
rear half a mile to a ravine and had roll call while the balls and shells flew
over our head. burying ourselves in the ground before us or ricocheting over
the hill. We had 39 men and 3 commissioned officers.
We rested here from half past 12 until
nearly 3 p.m. having in the meantime distributed among us 40 rounds of ammunition.
At 3 o’clock we joined our brigade and took our places in line of battle as the
reserves, being the third line from the front. We were lying behind a cornfield
and immediately behind a rail fence. The Rebel shells, which were fired at a
battery in our rear, burst over our heads or flew by us with a fearful whizzing
sound. None of our regiment was killed through our brigade suffered some loss.
Night coming on stopped the work of death.
The adjutant and I lay close together
but I could not sleep as I still heard the terrific cannonading or the whizzing
of bullets through the corn, so affected was my imagination. In my sleep the
battle was partially forgotten as I as so much exhausted. Still I awoke several
times to find I had been dreaming of that fearful struggle. I heard General
Kimball speak to General [William] French of our behavior in the highest terms.
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| Brig. Gen. Nathan Kimball |
I could mention a number who particularly distinguished
themselves but it would be injustice to the rest for there was no cowardice.
Several never heard the order to fall back but went with our relief, the Irish Brigade, and charged with them into the cornfield and rifle pits, helping to
take 1,100 prisoners. One of my men, after the charge, fell in with the 88th
New York, and fought the rest of the afternoon with them, reporting himself the
next day at noon.
Poor young West sat on the crest of
the hill and fired 40 rounds when he fell wounded through the bowels. He was
brave even to rashness and lived about 15 hours. Moses H. Ames was shot through
the breast during the latter part of the action and was killed almost
instantly. There were none braver than he as he fell in the front ranks.
Corporal Gardner fought nobly and was retiring with honors from the front when
he fell pierced through the head with a rifle ball. He had five cartridges
left, having shot at least 55 shots as all had 60 rounds before we went into
the fight.
The loss of our young friends leaves a
gloom over us and as we and the 42nd [Pennsylvania] met after the
action, we shook hands and felt as if a brotherly love bound us closer
together. I could mention many incidents worthy of notice. Many of my men I did
not recognize as they were so covered with dust and smoke. One of the men, as
we were falling to the rear, picked up a tin cup and put it in his haversack. A
moment afterwards a rifle ball struck the haversack, tearing the bottom of the
cup off and after passing through his coat, flew on its way. The cup probably
saved his life.
Our brave and respected colonel fell during
the early part of the engagement. He was encouraging us on to the front when he
fell pierced through the breast by a ball. Captain Chase, with assistance, bore
the colonel from the field to a place of safety behind a haystack. He only
lived 20 minutes. I did not know until the close of the engagement that we had
met with such a heavy loss. The colonel told me one evening at Camp Whipple
that he never should return alive- that it was patriotism which actuated him in
going.
Yesterday was the most solemn day I
ever spent, surrounded by death and the dying. Our present camp is where the
engagement began early in the morning and our men had driven the enemy to their
stronghold when we came up. I visited the rifle pit and cornfield this
afternoon in company with our brave adjutant and Lt. Miller. While there I met
two ladies and entered into conversation with them. They were Mrs. Harris,
secretary of the Ladies’ Relief Society of Philadelphia, and Miss. Gilson, also
of Philadelphia. During our conversation with them, I learned that Mrs. Harris
and I have mutual friends so we were soon well acquainted. I told her where my
wounded were and she said she would visit them.
I shall not attempt to describe the horrors of that field. As
near as we could estimate, our loss in killed was about one-fifth of that of
the Rebels. I have learned that I am reported killed which has given me a great
deal of uneasiness.
Source:
Letter from Captain James Archbald, Jr., Co. I, 132nd Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry, Carbondale
Advance (Pennsylvania), October 4, 1862, pg. 2




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