Defending Casey's Redoubt at Seven Pines
Anchoring the center of the Union line at the Battle of Seven Pines lay the six guns of Battery A, 1st New York Light Artillery. One of the gunners recalled the destruction his battery caused when they opened on the advancing Confederate battle line with spherical case shot.
"Our spherical case shot are awful missiles, each of them consisting of a clotted mass of 76 musket balls with a heavy charge of powder in the center that is fired by fuse the same as a shell. The missile first acts as a solid shot, ploughing its way through masses of men and then exploding hurls forward a shower of musket balls that mow down the foe in heaps," he wrote.
This gritty and graphic letter, widely reproduced in the Northern press, appears from the June 13, 1862, edition of the Dayton Daily Journal of Ohio. The Journal stated that "the following extract is from a private letter to a gentleman in New York City from his nephew who is a member of Battery A, New York Artillery, in Casey’s division which is perhaps better known as the “Napoleon-gun battery” which was in the front line of the first day’s battle before Richmond.”
Bottom’s Bridge, Virginia
June 1, 1862
About
11 o’clock on Saturday May 31, the enemy sent a couple of 6-lb balls over into
our camp and immediately commenced the attack by driving in our pickets. Our
division was quickly formed in line of battle and a strong force was sent to
support the pickets and a rifled battery of four guns was ordered up to the
right and opened fire. We were all ready for anything that might come but not
for a moment did we dream that we had on our hands one of the most fiercely
fought battles that has taken place during the rebellion.
The
pickets soon began to fire rapidly and came running in while the infantry
posted behind a fence to support them blazed away into the woods. The artillery
on our right opened fire and mingled their thunder with the sharp roll of
musketry. Soon our Napoleon guns (three of which we posted in an unfinished
redoubt and three on the left near a rifle pit) opened with case shot which
went whizzing through the airs over the heads of our own men, right into the
midst of the enemy and their exploding scattered death through their ranks. On
the left, the Rebels were seen coming through the woods to flank us and
wheeling three of our guns so as to bear upon them, we poured case shot among
them with unexampled rapidity and terrible effect.
The
destruction was horrible. Our spherical case shot are awful missiles, each of
them consisting of a clotted mass of 76 musket balls with a heavy charge of
powder in the center that is fired by fuse the same as a shell. The missile
first acts as a solid shot, ploughing its way through masses of men and then
exploding hurls forward a shower of musket balls that mow down the foe in
heaps. Our battery threw 24 of these a minute and as we had the exact range of
every part of the field, every shot told with frightful effect. But the enemy
was not at all daunted.
They
marched steadily on and hailed a perfect tempest of balls upon us. Why we, as
well as our horses, were not every one shot down will forever remain a mystery
to me. We did not mind the leaden hail, however, but kept pouring our case shot
into the masses of the foe who came on in prodigious and overwhelming force.
And they fought splendidly, too. Our shots tore their ranks wide open and
shattered them asunder in a manner that was frightful to witness, but they
closed up again at once and came on as steadily as English veterans.
When
they got within 400 yards, we closed our case shot and opened on them with
canister and such destruction I never elsewhere witnessed. At each discharge,
great gaps were made in their ranks- indeed, whole companies went down before
that murderous fire, but they closed up with an order and discipline that was
awe-inspiring. They seemed to be animated with the courage of despair, blended
with the hope of a speedy victory if they could by an overwhelming rush drive
us from our position.
It was
awful to see their ranks torn and shattered by every discharge of canister that
we poured right into their faces and while their dead and dying lay in piles,
close up, and still kept advancing right in the face of that fire. At one time,
three lines, one behind the other, were steadily advancing, and three of their
flags were brought in range of one of our guns shotted with canister. “Fire!”
shouted the gunner, and down went those three flags, and a gap was opened
through those three lines as if a thunderbolt has torn through them and the
dead lay in swathes. But they at once closed up and came steadily on, never
halting or wavering, right up to our guns and sweeping everything before them,
capturing every piece.
When we
delivered our last fire, they were within 15-20 paces of us and as all our
horses had been killed or wounded, we could not carry off a gun. Our whole
division was cut to pieces with what loss I do not know. We fell back to a
second line of entrenchments and there held the enemy in check till
reinforcements arrived and then we kept our position till night put an end to
the battle.
This
morning, the fight was renewed and we have driven the enemy back, regained
possession of our camp, and it is reported (with what degree of truth I cannot
say) that our battery has been recaptured. The Rebels stripped our camp
thoroughly and I have nothing left but what I had on when we retreated.
Source:
Letter from unknown member of battery, Dayton Daily Journal (Ohio), June 13, 1862, pg. 2



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