We Captured a Yankee Brigadier: Morgan’s Men Capture Richard W. Johnson at Gallatin
In 1886, retired General Richard W. Johnson published a lengthy memoir of his services in the U.S. Army including a lengthy section on his history in the Civil War. However, the general skipped over entirely one of the most important events of his career during that war: his capture by General John H. Morgan’s command at Gallatin, Tennessee on August 21, 1862.
Fortunately, the pen of John Hubbell Carter who served in Co. D of the 2nd Kentucky Cavalry (C.S.A.) fills in this void of the general’s memory with a speech he gave at the Confederate Associate Meeting of Kentucky in April 1898. This was turned into an article shared on page one of the May 26, 1899, edition of the Nelson County Record from Bardstown, Kentucky.
Of all the stirring scenes I witnessed
during the three years I followed General Morgan, none formed a more vivid or
lasting impression than the one I shall now attempt to describe.
During the summer of 1862, Morgan and
his men had made themselves so disagreeable to the Federal forces in Kentucky
and middle Tennessee that General Buell, in command of the Federal army,
resolved to get rid of them, cost what it would. He organized a select body of
cavalry of 24 companies and placed it under the orders of General [Richard W.]
Johnson with instructions to get on Morgan’s track, follow until he overtook
him, then attack and destroy his command.
The first part of his instructions he
carried out with little trouble for he got on our trail and after following us
several days, finally overtook us on the morning of August 21, 1862, at
Gallatin, Tennessee. He made a furious attack and after losing 60 men killed, about
a hundred wounded and some captured, he beat a hasty retreat. We followed
closely for about two miles where he made another fight in a strong position
from which we soon drove him.
Morgan now divided his regiment into
three nearly equal divisions to hem the Federals in and prevent their escape to
Nashville. Lieutenant Colonel [Basil] Duke led the division on the right, consisting
of three companies and the advance guard of 25 men under Captain Rogers. This
guard was known as “Morgan’s Old Advance” and was made up of picked men, two or
three from each company of the regiment. The proud cavaliers who followed
Richard Coeur de Lion could boast of no bluer blood than coursed through the
veins of those gallant young Kentuckians on that bright summer morning. Yet,
brave as they were, they were soon to be put to the severest test that soldiers
ever have to meet.
Our division, with the advance in
front, moving rapidly across the country, soon came in sight of the enemy
column. Straight at them we rode to strike them in flank, but about 150 yards
before we reached them, we came upon a rock fence which our horses could not
leap. A dozen men sprang down, tore a gap in the fence, and on we went in a
run. The delay at the wall enabled the enemy to reach and enter a thick piece
of woods a couple of hundred yards ahead of us.
As we rushed in after them, we saw a
little hollow crossing the road at nearly right angles and on the other side,
through the trees and underbrush, we caught a glimpse of a line of horses.
Instantly from Captain Rogers came the commands, “On the right into line!
Dismount to fight!” As we swung from our saddles, a thick line of the enemy
rose from the weeds and underbrush, not 20 paces from us, and poured a volley
into our very faces!
Taken completely by surprise, horses
rearing and plunging, for a moment everything was confusion. The least doubt or
hesitation now on the part of Captain Rogers meant panic, defeat, and rout! But
no, he was equal to the occasion. No ambush could unnerve, no danger could
appall him, for before the flash of the enemy’s guns had died away, he sprang
to the front and like the blast of a trumpet came the order, “Forward, my brave
Kentuckians!”
Never, if I live a hundred years,
shall I forget the thrill that, like an electric shock, ran through us at those
brave words. Our nerves seemed turned to steel, our blood to flame! The spirit
of battle that carries men to the cannon’s mouth, up to, and over breastworks
possessed us. There was a yell, a volley, a rush, and with revolvers cracking,
we were among them! No, not among them, for five steps before we reached them,
they turned in headlong flight for their horses. So rapid was our pursuit that
many of them had no time to mount. The right of their line was around onto
their center and placed between two fires. General Johnson, his staff, and a
number of his men surrendered. The rest were scattered in every direction.
Neither of our other two divisions came up until some time after the fight was over. We had but 225 men engaged and there is not the shadow of a doubt in my mind but that our brilliant victory was, in large measure, due to the prompt action and unflinching courage of Captain Rogers. A few weeks after this he met a soldier’s death in the desperate fight at Augusta, Kentucky and now lies buried in the beautiful cemetery at Cynthiana and never have the fair daughters of that patriotic town scattered over the grave of a braver soldier or a better officer than Captain “Whip” Rogers.
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| Brigadier General John H. Morgan sits proudly beside his new bride, the former Miss Mattie Ready in this image dating from early 1863. |
Writing the day after from Hartsville, Tennessee, General Morgan filed the following report with Richmond providing an official account of the fight at Gallatin
Headquarters,
Morgan’s Regt., Hartsville, Tennessee
August 22, 1862
General
[Samuel Cooper],
I beg to confirm my dispatch of the 20th
instant, announcing the result of yesterday’s expedition. My command,
consisting of my own regiment and a squadron of Texas Rangers numbering about
100 men, returned that day worn out from Gallatin. At 11 p.m., I received
information from one of my friendly scouts that the enemy’s cavalry was
encamped on the roadside between Castilian Springs and Hartsville, a distance
of only 12 miles from my camp.
Judging from the fact that they had
halted by the roadside, I concluded that they intended to march at night and
attack early in the morning and I made my preparations accordingly, dispatching
scouts on whom I could depend to bring me positive information of the enemy’s
movements. A daybreak, my column was on the move and as the advanced guard
reached the head of the town, my pickets came galloping in, followed by my
principal scout who reported that he was closely pursued by a large body of
cavalry.
Not wishing, on account of the inhabitants,
to make Gallatin the scene of our contest, I advanced my column and was greeted
on reaching the Hartsville Pike by a heavy fire from that direction. I
dismounted the two leading companies to fight and threw them into the woods on
the left of the road. The enemy increased his fire and I gradually had my whole
command engaged. The fight began at half past 6 o’clock and was maintained
without much advantage on either side- the enemy having, perhaps, rather the
best of it at first- until about half past 8 when they began to fall back and
my men to redouble their efforts. At half past 9 I had driven them four miles
and was preparing for a final charge when a flag of truce was brought proposing
an armistice in order to bury their dead.
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| Lt. Col. Basil Duke 2nd Kentucky Cavalry (C.S.A.) |
My reply was that I could entertain no
proposition except an unconditional surrender. I learned then that the troops
were commanded by Brigadier General [Richard W.] Johnson. During the parley,
the enemy had formed into line of battle and were evidently ready to defend
themselves from any fresh attack. I divided my force into three divisions,
leading one myself in the direction I thought General Johnson had taken. Major
Morgan had five companies under his orders on my left while Lieutenant Colonel
Duke on my right had three companies and his advanced guard.
Some delay was occasioned by the
non-arrival of my gallant Texas Rangers who formed part of the body under my
own immediate orders. They had been separated from their horses during the
preceding fight and had not been able to recover them in time to come to the
front. On their arrival, we marched on in the direction of the enemy and
Colonel Duke’s divisions coming within sight, advanced at a canter and opened
fire.
General Johnson’s forces, being on a
good pike, retreated for some time faster than my men, who were on difficult
ground, could follow, but after a pursuit of some two miles they were overtaken
and compelled to fight. They were dismounted and formed behind their horses.
The position they selected was a very good one, especially as they considerably
outnumbered Colonel Duke’s force, which was the only one opposed to them. Major
Morgan and my own detachment in the eagerness of pursuit had taken too far to
the left.
Colonel Duke reports that on
perceiving that the enemy had halted, he formed his three companies and the
advanced guard into a column of squadrons, preserving the regular distances
betwixt each so as to be able to form into line at command and attack. This was
done with admirable precision and coolness by his men and nothing could exceed
their gallantry. The enemy was drawn up under the brow of a hill and my men
were drawn up above them so that their fire told with effect on the line whilst
that of the attacked party went over their heads. After a very sharp engagement
of about 15 minutes, they broke and ran.
General Johnson, his adjutant general Captain Turner, Major Winfrey, and a number of privates were captured, but the main body escaped to the hills, through the woods, and high corn, making for the Cumberland River. Thus ended an action in which my command not exceeding 700 men (one whole company being in the rear with prisoners) succeeded in defeating a brigade of 1,200 chosen cavalry, sent by General Buell to expressly take me or drive me out of Tennessee. We killed or wounded some 180 and took 200 prisoners including the brigadier general commanding and the greater part of the regimental officers. My loss in both actions amounted to 5 killed, 18 wounded, and 2 missing. To all my officers and men my best acknowledgements are due; nothing but hard fighting carried them through.
Sources:
“Whip Rogers: High Tribute to a Gallant Confederate Soldier: The Wonderful Charge,” Captain John Hubbell Carter, Co. D, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry (C.S.A.), Nelson County Record (Kentucky), May 26, 1899, pg. 1
“Morgan’s
Official Report,” Colonel John H. Morgan, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry
(C.S.A.), Georgia Journal and Messenger (Macon, Georgia), September 10,
1862, pg. 2




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