The Baztle of Shiloh.
The ‘"Rough Notes
"’ which we publish below, are from the Diary of one of General Johnston
's Aids--Major D. M. Hayden
, and were intended for insertion in yesterday's Dispatch.
As an account of what occurred under his personal observation on the bloody battle field of Sunday, April 6th, this record will be read with thrilling interest:
On the morning of April 6th I left Corinth
and arrived at Monterey
about one o'clock, and here witnessed the most painful sight that a soldier is called upon to see — a deserter was shot by order of Gen. Bragg
While lunching, Clanton
's Alabama cavalry company brought in as prisoners a Major and two Lieutenants
, one of them belonging to the staff of a Federal General.
The prisoners were all handsomely mounted.
A few minutes after about ten or fifteen more arrived, who said they were surprised.
arrived at sundown, and a council of officers, consisting of Gens. Johnston
, and Breckinridge
, was held.
ordered the grand attack to be made on Saturday, the 5th.
But at 12 o'clock at night a dispatch was received from Breckinridge
stating that his artillery was stuck in the mud and had stopped his train.
To which Johnston
replied, ‘"Cut a new road for your column."’
The rain was constant until 5 o'clock, and of course we could not get much sleep.
at 6 o'clock we took a cup of coffee and started for the battle field, some four miles distant, being joined but Generals Bragg
By 7 o'clock it had cleared off, but as yet nothing was heard of Breckinridge
's brigade which was composted of the Kentuckian — Carrolls and Crittenden
met us upon the field, and reported skirmishes with the enemy that morning.
Another conference was held, and it was decided to await the arrival of the Breckinridge brigade.
At 12 o'clock Gen. Johnston
, followed by his staff, reviewed the right division of his army.
When they began to cheer his approach be checked them, because it would call the attention of the enemy to their position.
His advice to his men was brief and characteristic; it was, ‘"Look along your guns and fire low."’
At 1 o'clock, in company with Gen. Beauregard
, he reviewed, the left wing, which was under command of Gen. Bragg
In the afternoon Gens. Polk
were summoned, and another conceal of officers was held at the cross roads, within a few hundred yards of the spot where we all bivouacked the night before the battle.
The question was --as we have lost a day shall we fight?
It was decided to strike.
At 9 o'clock we bivouacked by fires.
The General slept in an ambulance in which were brought our blankets from our single tent at Mon rey Preston
and myself slept by the same fire.
came to our fire at 12 o'clock and said his men were out of provisions. As Gen. Johnston
had spent the night before without sleep, I did not wish to awaken him, and directed Gen. Hardee
to Col. Jordan
, chief of Beauregard
The General had ordered his horse at five o'clock, April 6, Sunday morning. We all got off in fine spirits, our pickets having announced by 5½ o'clock that the ball was opened.
By 6½ firing was heard nearly all along the line.
separated, and the General
commanding made his way where the firing was heaviest.
charged the enemy and routed them, taking a large camp and several brass guns, and driving them towards their center.
Judging from the number of our wounded that I passed over I think our loss was heavy here for we met the combined fire of their gunboats, artillery and Minnie rifle, which was truly terrific.
's brigade were the only troops of Bragg
's division on the right.
ordered this brigade to ‘"charge bayonet,"’ but the order was countermanded on learning from one of Gen. Gladden
's aids that he was severely wounded.
then carried the order to Hindman
's brigade, who made a splendid and victorious charge.
As an evidence of the accuracy of the shooting on both sides, I will state that I saw a small tree with thirteen distinct shots--seven of the enemy's and six of ours.--within a range of four feet.
We found the Federal
camps to be very fine, and their equipments in clothing complete.
A member of the staff, in jest, brought out a lot of overcoats, and said, ‘"Here, gentlemen, are overcoats for the whole staff"’ The General quietly ranked him with, ‘"None of that, sir; remember we do not come here to plunder."’
It was while under this fire that Captain Brewster
expostulated with Gen. Johnston
against his personally exposing himself.
I was not near enough to hear his reply, but it had no effect, for he smilingly rode to the brow of the hill, where we could distinctly see the enemy retreating.
joined us here, and the enemy's gunboats got such a good range of us that one of their balls fell within ten steps of me.
Hearing firing from the upper camp, Gen. Johnston
proceeded to the spot, where he remain a time, calmly marshaling his forces and bringing his troops into proper position.
It was here I met Capt. Inge
, of the Southron.
, with face all blackened, stepped up and asked if I knew where his company was, that he had got separated from them.
I pointed to where they were, and he rushed off to meet them.
As soon as General Johnston
ascertained that we were under the fire of the enemy, he ordered a Texan regiment to charge the camp on the opposite side of the hollow.
In descending the hollow, the nature of the ground somewhat disordered their lines, but they again formed at the base of the hill and routed the camp in fine style.
I was then sent for General Chaimers
, who received orders to push up the road and sweep down the river to where we heard heavy firing, supported by part of Wirt Adams
At this moment Major Smith
of Gen. Johnston
's staff, called for reinforcements for Gen. Cheatham
, who had a hard fight on hand near the centre of the encampments.
Two messengers were sent to Breckinridge
to reinforce Cheatham
Fortunately he arrived in time at a great cost of life; for although General Bowen
was ordered up at a double quick, Breckinridge
had shelled the camp and routed the enemy before he reached the place.
led the East Tennessean himself in this part of the conflict.
, elated with the entire success of the day, took his position before the brigades of Bowen
, and gave the order, ‘"fix bayonets"’ The last moment I saw him, before his fall, he was haranguing his troops.
The charge was made with a shot, and the enemy fled in confusion.
I was by the side of Bowen
, and the Minnie
balls flew so close that they clipped his hair.
I started to the right to see what had become of Chalmers
, when I met Colonel O'Hara
, who announced that Gen. Johnston
We followed him down into the ravine, where we found him reclining in the lap of Gov. Harris
, who had gently lifted him from his horse.
I was told that the only and last words he ever spoke were, some minutes after he was shot, ‘"Governor, I believe I am seriously wounded."’ Col. Preston
, in an agony of grief, threw his arms around him, and called aloud and asked if he knew him.
I caught hold of his hand and saw that he was still breathing.
We administered a little stimulant, but he was totally unconscious, and quietly breathed his last at 30 minutes past 2.
We prudently concealed his death.
Thus fell one of the greatest Generals
of the age. He fell where heroes like to fall — in the arms of victory, upon the battle-field.
It is a mistake to suppose that the censure of ignorant men, about his recent manœuvers, drove him to a rash exposure of his person.
In this battle he was elated from the very beginning, he knew that victory was certain, and his countenance gleamed with the enthusiasm of a great man, who was conscious that he was penieving a great success that was to carry his name down to the latest syllable of recorded time.
His body was borne from the field by myself and three others of the staff.
's reserve composed a division of seven or eight thousand men — his own brigade of gallant Kentuckian, and Crittenden
's and Carroll
's commands, who were placed under him a few days before the battle.
All of our Generals
were conspicuous for bravery and gallantry, but you must excuse a Kentuckian, who was an eye witness, for saying that Gen. Breckinridge
's conduct on that day was perfectly glorious, equalling in every respect the daring of Mural, United with the coolness of Wellington
I was near Major Tom Hawkins
, who was wounded in the chin by a grapes shot, and saw Col. Hodge
dismounted by a Minnie ball passing through the neck of his beautiful mare — both of Gen.