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November (search for this): chapter 179
ter, but it had its stragglers too. Which regiment had not its large share? But Manny Richards, the energetic teamster of the Seventeenth, pushed in his wagons, and the Fairfield boys pitched their tents merrily. But the prospect for the other regiment was cheerless. Their wagons were far behind. Officers threatened to move where shelter could be found for the men, but orders must be obeyed, and they prepared again to bivouac on the cold, cold ground, in the freezing atmosphere of drear November. But now there is another order fresh from Headquarters at Crab Orchard. Exhausted as they are, soldiers are forbidden to burn rails. They must cut wood for bivouac fire, or sleep in the frosty atmosphere without fires. Orders must be obeyed. Twenty men are detailed to cut wood, and wagons are sent out. Sunset is approaching. Headquarters, who forty hours ago knew the men were coming, knew they were suffering, had not provided axes. Yet the order was cut wood. Look at the field adj
November 13th (search for this): chapter 179
As that wretched struggle with the elements, over execrable roads, will be remembered by five thousand abused volunteers as long as they retain their faculty of memory, it deserves description. You will remember that Wednesday afternoon, November 13th, General Schoepf issued an order requiring all the troops to be ready to march at eight o'clock that evening. Commanders of corps were directed to carry with them all their sick, leaving such baggage and stores as could not be transported. ee with a strong column, to form a junction with Buckner, to penetrate the Blue Grass country. Such were the facts and statements prior to the hour of marching. The subsequent facts will appear in the following diary: London, Ky., Wednesday, November 13. Long before eight o'clock P. M., most of the troops of the Wildcat Brigade, with three days rations in their haversacks, were prepared to march. The sick who could be removed — and there were many too feeble to walk, yet able to ride
November 14th (search for this): chapter 179
om cutting us off, or to save Blue Grass. Strange that soldiers should leave their ammunition and march to meet the enemy. At Pitman's we met thirteen wagons loaded with commissary stores en route from Camp Dick Robinson for London. These were unloaded immediately, and proceeded to London for patients and stores. Some of the regiments had necessarily left their tents and camp equipage, so that even had fatigue permitted them to pitch tents, they could not have enjoyed the luxury. November 14.--A heavy storm of rain roused the bivouackers from sleep. Their blankets and clothing were saturated with water. The morning was most dismal. Wildcat Heights, crowned with a heavy coronal of mist, frowned in dreary and discouraging altitude before us. The roads were already worked into a tough muck, the pathway on the edges where the troops walked, were slimy and slippery. Beyond was Rockcastle River, swift and reported unfordable. But the word was en avant. The lads partook of thei
November 15th (search for this): chapter 179
rced march of the entire brigade from London to Crab Orchard, why order back the Tennesseeans and Kentuckians, before they had approached within fifteen miles of Crab Orchard? If there was no adequate cause for the march, why was not the whole column halted for rest, which it so sorely needed? If there was reason to apprehend that the brigade would be cut off unless it made the forced march, why send the Tennesseeans and Kentuckians bck to be sacrificed? Who will answer? Mount Vernon, November 15. Thank God! the sun shines to-day. We learn this morning that the Thirty-eighth Ohio encamped five miles below here last night. During the night a tree was blown down in the camp, and five men, including three Tennesseeans, were seriously injured. Two have died, and two more are reported fatally hurt. The Thirty-third Indiana are moving forward slowly in the rear somewhere. The Fourteenth and Seventeenth Ohio lads are bowling ahead cheerily by company, because the sun shines an
November 17th (search for this): chapter 179
Doc. 170. retreat of the wild Cat Brigade. A correspondent gives the following minute account of this affair: Crab Orchard, Ky., Sunday, November 17. My last letter was written from Camp Coburn, near Crab Orchard. The Wildcat Brigade, or sorrowful fragments of it, had but just staggered into camp after its disastrous retreat from London, and its tattered remains were still straggling up the rugged road miles in the rear, animated by hope of finally reaching a haven of rest. As tay in the last stage of exhaustion. I gave them whiskey to revive them. I could do nothing else. I was compelled to leave them with their comrades, and attend to the sick of my own regiment. They probably died of exhaustion. Crab Orchard, November 17. The Thirty-eighth Ohio and the Thirty-third Indiana are coming in slowly. The former was more deliberate, but suffered its proportion. The latter are sleeping in the woods without tents. I know not whether the Tennesseans have got back
Simon B. Buckner (search for this): chapter 179
ny wept with vexation and despair. Their officers appealed earnestly to their patriotism, announcing to them that General Thomas had ordered them to countermarch in order to meet the rebels, who were reported moving toward Crab Orchard in strong force to cut them off, and that a retrograde movement was necessary to save the expedition. It was also stated by officers of various regiments, that Zollicoffer was reported marching up from Tennessee with a strong column, to form a junction with Buckner, to penetrate the Blue Grass country. Such were the facts and statements prior to the hour of marching. The subsequent facts will appear in the following diary: London, Ky., Wednesday, November 13. Long before eight o'clock P. M., most of the troops of the Wildcat Brigade, with three days rations in their haversacks, were prepared to march. The sick who could be removed — and there were many too feeble to walk, yet able to ride — were transferred to those wretched instruments of
Byrd (search for this): chapter 179
prepare to move was issued to the troops, it was received with exultation. The Tennesseeans were especially delighted, and prepared with alacrity to return to their fire-sides. It had been currently reported that letters had been received by prominent Tennesseeans, from friends at Louisville and Washington, assuring them that the Cumberland Gap expedition would soon be pushed to an issue. This order, therefore, confirmed the report; and I am told that Hon. Andy Johnson, General Carter, Colonel Byrd, Colonel Spears, and others, were elated at the prospect of an immediate fruition of their hopes. They did not seem to comprehend that the order concerning the sick implied a retrograde movement. But when informed of the fact, they were overwhelmed with sorrow and indignation. Mr. Johnson turned from his informant, and entered his hotel without one word, in utter despair. The information was withheld from the troops until they were moving, when the fact flashed upon them, and they d
William Carter (search for this): chapter 179
n the order to prepare to move was issued to the troops, it was received with exultation. The Tennesseeans were especially delighted, and prepared with alacrity to return to their fire-sides. It had been currently reported that letters had been received by prominent Tennesseeans, from friends at Louisville and Washington, assuring them that the Cumberland Gap expedition would soon be pushed to an issue. This order, therefore, confirmed the report; and I am told that Hon. Andy Johnson, General Carter, Colonel Byrd, Colonel Spears, and others, were elated at the prospect of an immediate fruition of their hopes. They did not seem to comprehend that the order concerning the sick implied a retrograde movement. But when informed of the fact, they were overwhelmed with sorrow and indignation. Mr. Johnson turned from his informant, and entered his hotel without one word, in utter despair. The information was withheld from the troops until they were moving, when the fact flashed upon t
John Coburn (search for this): chapter 179
will plant consumption in the lungs of two hundred more. And here is another picture. We splash along tediously through the mire, and mounted officers encourage their men by kind words of sympathy. Nearly all relieve feeble soldiers by carrying their knapsacks and muskets. Colonel Steedman, long racked with chills and fever, and scarce able to sit his horse, rides with his scattered columns. Colonel Connell, suffering from illness, bears the burthen of a sick soldier's knapsack. Colonel Coburn dismounts, and pushes through the mud, while a feeble lad rides his charger. The captains, on foot, emulate their superiors, and encourage them by example. At Rockcastle River, the column is victoriously over Wildcat. The dismal train halts at the ferry, in the mud and rain. The jaded men fall asleep on the sod of a neighboring meadow, waiting the slow process of crossing all that column in one small float. The teamsters stuff their worn-out animals with corn. A few, in desperati
Charles Connell (search for this): chapter 179
tients. But come they must. I shall lose perhaps thirty or forty of my regiment, and it will plant consumption in the lungs of two hundred more. And here is another picture. We splash along tediously through the mire, and mounted officers encourage their men by kind words of sympathy. Nearly all relieve feeble soldiers by carrying their knapsacks and muskets. Colonel Steedman, long racked with chills and fever, and scarce able to sit his horse, rides with his scattered columns. Colonel Connell, suffering from illness, bears the burthen of a sick soldier's knapsack. Colonel Coburn dismounts, and pushes through the mud, while a feeble lad rides his charger. The captains, on foot, emulate their superiors, and encourage them by example. At Rockcastle River, the column is victoriously over Wildcat. The dismal train halts at the ferry, in the mud and rain. The jaded men fall asleep on the sod of a neighboring meadow, waiting the slow process of crossing all that column in on
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