My Journey to Libby: From Chickamauga to Libby with Colonel Harrison Hobart of the 21st Wisconsin
Colonel Harrison Hobart’s reminiscences of his capture at Chickamauga and subsequent imprisonment at Libby first appeared in the October 18, 1879, edition of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.
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| Colonel Harrison Carroll Hobart, 21st Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry |
The Battle of Chickamauga was fought
on the 19th and 20th of September, 1863. The 21st
Wisconsin, which I then commanded, formed a part of Thomas’s memorable line and
fought through the battles of Saturday and Sunday. At the close of the second
day, Thomas’s corps still maintained its position and presented an unbroken
front to the enemy, but the right of our army having fallen back, the tide of
battle was turning against us.
To avoid a flank movement, our brigade
was ordered to leave the breastworks which they had held against the severest
fire of the enemy during the day and fell back to a second position. Here only
a portion of the men with three regimental standards were rallied. A Rebel
battery was instantly placed in position on our right and Rebel cavalry swept
between us and the retreating army.
Being the ranking officer among those who rallied, I directed
the men to cut their way through to our retreating line. I was on the left of
this movement to the rear and to avoid the approach of horsemen rapidly passed
to the left through a dense cluster of small pines and instantly found myself
in front of a Rebel line of infantry. I halted, dismounted, and an officer
advanced and offered his hand, saying he was glad to see me and proposed to
introduce me to his commander, General [Patrick] Cleburne.
I replied that I was not particularly pleased to see him but,
under the circumstances, should not decline his invitation. I met the general,
who was mounted and being cheered by his men, and surrendered to him my sword.
He inquired where I had been fighting. I said, “right there” pointing to the
line of Thomas’s corps. He replied, “This line has given us our chief trouble,
sir. Your soldiers have fought like brave men; come with me and I will see that
no one insults or interferes with you.”
It was now after sundown and the last guns of the terrible
Battle of Chickamauga were dying away among the hillsides. A large number of
prisoners of war were soon gathered and marched to the enemy’s rear across the
Chickamauga. Here we witnessed the fearful results of the battle. The ground
was strewn with dead and wounded, the shattered fragments of transportation,
and a general demoralization among the forces told the fearful price which the
enemy had paid for their victory. More than 1,500 soldiers, all prisoners of
war, camped by a large spring to pass the remainder of a cold night, some
without blankets or overcoats and all without provisions.
The next day we marched to Tunnel Hill where we received our
first rations from the enemy. On this march the only food we obtained was from
a field of green sorghum. Here we were placed in box cars and taken to Atlanta.
On arriving at this place, we were first marched to an open field outside the
city near a fountain of water and surrounded by a guard. Kind-hearted people
came out of the city, bringing bread with them, which they threw to us across
the guard line. Immediately, a second line was established several rods outside
of the first to prevent them from giving us food.
From this place we were marched to an old salve pen and every
man as he entered the narrow gate was compelled to give up his overcoat and
blanket. I remonstrated with the officer for stripping the soldiers of their
necessary clothing as inhuman and an act in violation of civilized warfare. The
men who were executing this infamous duty did not deny these charges but
excused themselves that they were simply obeying an order of General Bragg.
That night I saw 1,700 Union soldiers lie down upon the ground without an
overcoat or blanket to protect them from the cold earth or shield them from the
heavy Southern dew.
The next morning we were ordered to take the cars and proceed
on our way to Richmond. These men arose from the ground, cold and wet with dew,
and under my command organized and formed in column by companies and marched to
the depot through one of the main streets of Atlanta, singing in full chorus
the Star-Spangled Banner. Crowds gathered around us as we entered the cars. A
guard with muskets accompanied the train.
I will here relate an incident which occurred on our way. We
overtook a train of open cars filled with Confederate wounded from the
battlefield. The two trains stopped for some time alongside and in close
proximity. It was a spectacle to see the men of the two armies intently observe
each other. One the one side was the calm, pale face of the wounded; on the
other, the earnest, deep sympathy of the captive. No unkind look or word passed
between them. Of the 1,700 prisoners, there was not one who would not have
given his coat or reached for his last cent to help his wounded brother.
On the last day of September, after traveling more than 800
miles from the battlefield, we arrived in Richmond and the officers of the Army
of the Cumberland (about 250) were marched to Libby Prison. This building has a
front of about 140 feet with a depth of about 105. There are nine rooms, each
102 feet long by 45 wide. The height of the ceilings from the floor is about 7
feet. The building is also divided into three apartments by brick walls and
there is a basement below. On entering the prison, we were searched and
everything of value taken from us. Some of us saved our money by putting it
into the seams of our garments before we arrived at Richmond. The officers of
the Army of the Cumberland were assigned to the middle rooms of the second and
third story. The lower middle room was used as a general kitchen and the
basement immediately below was fitted up with cells for the confinement and
punishment of offenders. These rooms received the sobriquet of Chickamauga.
The whole number of officers of the army and navy in prison
at this time was about 1,100- all having access to each other except those in
the hospital. There were no beds or chairs and all slept on the floor. I shared
a horse blanket with Surgeon Dixon of Wisconsin which was the only bedding we
had for some time. Our bread was made of unbolted corn and was cold and clammy.
We were sometimes furnished with fresh beef, corned beef, and sometimes with
rice and vegetable soup. The men formed themselves into messes and each took
his turn in preparing such food as we could get. At one time, no meat was
furnished for about nine days and the reason given was that their soldiers at
the front required all they could obtain. During this period, we received
nothing but cornbread.
Kind friends sent us boxes of provisions from the North which
were opened and examined by the Confederates and if nothing objectionable was
found (and it pleased them), the party to whom the box was sent was directed to
come down and get it. Many of these were never delivered. Every generous soul
shared the contents of his box with his more unfortunate companions. Had it not
been for this provision, our life in Libby would have been intolerable.
There was no glass in the windows and for some time no fire in the rooms. An application for window glass, made during the severest cold weather, was answered by the assurance that the Confederates had none to furnish. The worst affliction, however, was the vermin which invaded every department. Each officer was permitted to write home the amount of three lines per week; but even these brief messages were not always allowed to leave Richmond. A variety of scheme were adopted to improve or kill time. We played chess, cards, opened a theater, organized a band of minstrels, delivered lectures, established schools for teaching dancing, singing, the French language, and military tactics, read books, published a manuscript newspaper, held debates, and by these means rendered life tolerable though by no means agreeable.
Source:
“Hobart’s
Thrilling Tale: The General Relates a Bit of His War Experience,” Colonel
Harrison Carroll Hobart, 21st Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, Milwaukee
Journal Sentinel (Wisconsin), October 18, 1879, pg. 2

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