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About Google Book Search Google's mission is to organize the world's information and to make it universally accessible and useful. Google Book Search helps readers discover the world's books while helping authors and publishers reach new audiences. You can search through the full text of this book on the web at|http: //books .google .com/I u Sf^.-^'TL.! Tr JgarbarH College libiarp One Jialf the incnmc from this LeKary, which wn« received in i8Ba under the will of JONATHAN BROWN BRIGHT of Wmltham. MuSftCiiutettB, is In be ripei I^olLci'e LihisiT. Theolhcchalf ofthe income is dcvnUd tn Kcholinhips in Harvard Uni. venlty for Che benefit ofdescendaDta of HENRY BRIGHT^ JR., who died at Wntennwn, Muiachusetu, In ihSA In elieible to thr scholurships. The will re(inire!< tiiu lhl« annnanceinenl shnll be made in ever; bonk ndded V WITH FIRE AND SWORD en i/VA' (M'UiUiJ' . With Fire and Sword BY MAJOR S. H. M. BYERS OP GENERAL SHERMAN'S STAFF Author of " Sherman* s March to the Sea,** ''Iowa in War Times," "Twenty Years in Europe,*' and of other books NEW YORK THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY 1911 t *- S i tTO' /-rr FEB 23 1915 Cat>yright, 1911, by THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I 11 My enlistment in the Union Army — The "Bush- whackers" of Missouri — The Quantrells and the James Brothers — Cutting a man's head off — My first adventure in the war — Capturing a geurrilla. CHAPTER II 22 We leave Missouri and go South — The prisoners of Donelson — The taking of New Madrid — "Kindly bury this unfortunate officer" — Quaker guns at Shiloh — The killing of the colonel. CHAPTER III 29 luka, the fiercest battle of the war, 217 men out of 482 of my regiment are shot — The awful rebel charge at Corinth — ^Moonlight on the battlefield — Bushels of arms and legs — Tombstones for fire- places— One of Grant's mistakes. CHAPTER IV 40 An unlucky campaign led by General Grant — ^Holly Springs burned up — The first foragers — Some mod- em FalstafCs — Counting dead men. 6 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER V 49 The laughable campaign of the war — An army float- ing among the tree tops of the Tazoo Pass. CHAPTER VI 54 Grant's new plan at Vicksburg — ^Running the Vicks- burg batteries — ^An hour and a half of horror — The batteries are passed — The most important event in the war. CHAPTER VII 63 Crossing the Mississippi on gunboats and steamers — Battle of Port Gibson — ^How General Grant looked to a private soldier — A boy from Mississippi — Fights at Raymond — ^Battle of Jackson in a thunderstorm — Digging his brothers' grave — Grant in battle — Saving a flag — How men feel in battle — ^An awful spectacle — ^The critical moment of General Grant's life — A battlefield letter from him to Sherman. CHAPTER VIII 87 Assaults on the walls of Vicksburg — Logan in battle An army mule — A promotion under the guns of Vicksburg — A storm of iron bail at Vicksburg — The Vicksburg clock — ^The town surrenders — ^The glad news — Reading my first order to the regiment — My regiment put on guard in the captured city — Bight days' furlough in four years of war. CONTENTS 7 PAGE CHAPTER IX 102 Sherman's army floats across the Tennessee River at midnight — ^Washington at the Delaware nothing compared to this — ^We assault Missionary Ridge — An awful battle — ^My capture. CHAPTER X Ill In Libby Prison — Life there — "Belle Isle" — All prisons bad — ^The great escape — "Maryland, My Maryland.*' CHAPTER XI 119 Escaping from Macon — An adventure in Atlanta — In the disguise of a Confederate soldier — My wan- derings inside the Confederate army and what I experienced there — I am captured as a spy — ^How I got out of it all. CHAPTER XII 137 Under fire of our own guns at Charleston — Trying to capture a railway train — The secret band — Be- trayed— The desolation of Charleston. CHAPTER XIII 144 Living in a grave — ^An adventure in the woods of South Carolina — Life in the asylum yard at the capital of South Carolina — ^The song of "Sherman's March to the Sea" — ^How it came to be written — Final escape — The burning up of South Carolina's capitoL 8 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER XIV 174 The army in the Carolinas — General Sherman sends for me — Gives me a place on his staff — ^Elxperiences at army headquarters — Sherman's life on the march — ^Music at headquarters — Logan's violin — ^The Gen- eral's false friend — The army wades, swims, and fights through the Carolinas — I am sent as de- spatch bearer to General Grant — A strange ride down the Cape Fear River in the night — General Terry — Learn that my song "The March to the Sea" is sung through the North, and has given the campaign its name — I bring the first news of Sher- man's success to the North — An interview with General Grant. CHAPTER XV 198 Washington City in the last three days of the war — Look, the President! — TJ^e last man of the regiment. PREFACE In war some persons seek adventures ; others have them in spite of themselves. It happened that the writer of this book belonged to a regiment that seemed to be always in the midst of great experiences. It was, in fact, one of the f ew^regiments that abso- lutely fought themselves out of existence. It was mustered in a thousand strong ; it lost seven hundred and seventy-seven men by death, wounds, and dis- ease. The fragment that was left over was trans- ferred to a cavalry command. When the writer finally escaped from prison, after many months of confinement and many thrilling adventures both in prison and in the army of the enemy, he was mus- tered out as a "supernumerary officer.'' His command had ceased to exist. He was literally the last man of the regiment Of the eighty of his regiment who had been taken to prison with him all but sixteen were dead. Of the nine captured from his own com- pany all were dead but one. While with his command he had served as a private soldier, as sergeant, and as adjutant. On 10 PEEFACE escaping from prison he was for a time on General Sherman's staff and was selected to run down the Cape Fear River and carry the great news of Sher- man's successes to the people of the North. He kept a diary every day in the four years of war and adventure. The substance of the facts re- lated here is from its pages; occasionally they are copied just as they are there set down. The book is not a history of great army movements, it is simply a true tale of the thrilling experiences of a sub- ordinate soldier in the midst of great events. With Fire and Sword CHAPTER I My enlistment in the Union Army — The "Bushwhackers" of Missouri — The Quantrells and the James Brothers — Cutting a man's head off — ^My first adventure in the war — Capturing a guerrilla. I am writing down these sketches of adventures of mine from a daily journal or diary kept by me throughout the four years of the Civil War. Its pages are crumpled and old and yellow, but I can read them still. Fate so arranged it that I was the very first one to enlist in my regiment, and it all came about through a confusion of names. A patriotic mass- meeting was held in the court-house of the village where I lived. Everybody was there, and every- body was excited, for the war tocsin was sounding all over the country. A new regiment had been ordered by the governor, and no town was so quick in responding to the call as the village of Newton. We would be the very first. Dnuns were beating at the mass-meeting, fifes screaming, people shouting. There was a little pause in the patriotic noise, and 12 WITH FIRE AND SWORD then someone called out, "Myers to the platform!" "Myers! Myers! Myers!" echoed a hundred other voices. Mr. Myers never stirred, as he was no public speaker. I sat beside him near the aisle. Again the voices shouted "Myers! Myers!" Myers turned to me, laughed, and said, "They are calling you, Byers," and fairly pushed me out into the aisle. A handful of the audience seeing Myers would not respond, did then call my own name, and both names were cried together. Some of the audience becoming confused called loudly for me. "Go on," said Myers, half- rising and pushing me toward the platform. I was young, — ^just twenty-two, — ambitious, had just been admitted to the bar, and now was all on fire with the newly awakened patriotism. I went up to the platform and stood by the big drum. The American flag, the flag that had been fired on by the South, was hanging above my head. In a few min- utes I was full of the mental champagne that comes from a cheering multitude. I was burning with excitement, with patriotism, enthusiasm, pride, and my enthusiasm lent power to the words I uttered. I donH know why nor how, but I was moving my audience. The war was not begun to put down slavery, but what in the beginning had been an inci- dent I felt in the end would become a cause. The year before I had been for many months on WITH FIRE AND SWORD 13 a plantation in Mississippi, and there with my own eyes had seen the horrors of slavery. I had seen hnman beings flogged; men and women bleeding from an overseer's lash. Now in my excitement I pictured it all. I recalled everything. "And the war, they tell ns," I cried, "is to perpetuate this curse !" In ten minutes after my stormy words one hundred youths and men, myself the first, had stepped up to the paper lying on the big drum and had put down our names for the war. We all mustered on the village green. Alas, not half of them were ever to see that village green again ! No foreboding came to me, the enthusiastic youth about to be a soldier, of the "dangers by flood and field," the adventures, the thrilling scenes, the battles, the prisons, the escapes, that were awaiting me. Now we were all enthusiasm to be taken quickly to the front, to the "seat of war." We could bide no delay. Once our men were on the very point of mobbing and "egging" our great, good Governor Kirk- wood, because for a moment he thought he would be compelled to place us in a later regiment. However, we were immediately started in wagons for the near- est railroad, fifty miles away. At the town of Burlington, on the 15th of July, 1861, we were mustered into the service as Company B of the Fifth Iowa Infantry. Our colonel, W. H. 14 WITH FIRE AND SWORD Worthington, was a military martinet from some soldier school in Kentucky. His sympathies were with his native South. Why he was leading a North- em regiment was a constant mystery to his mien. The regiment spent scant time in Burlington, for in a little while we were whisked down the Missis- sippi River in a steamer to St. Louis, and soon joined the army of Fremont, organizing at J enerson City to march against General Price, who was flying to- ward Springfield with the booty he had gained in his capture of Mulligan and his men at Boonville. Now all began to look like war. Missouri was neither North nor South ; she was simply hell, for her people were cutting one another's throats, and neighboring farmers killed each other and burned each other's homes. The loyal feared to shut their eyes in sleep ; the disloyal did not know if a roof would be above their heads in the morning Brothers of the same family were in opposing armies, and the State was overrun by Southern guerrillas and murdei'ers. The Quantrells, the James Brothers, and other irregular and roaming bands of villains rode everywhere, way- laying, bushwhacking, and murdering. We followed General Price's army to the Ozark Mountains, marching day and night — ^the nights made hideous by the burning of homes on the track of both the armies, while unburied corpses lay at WITH FIRE AND SWORD 16 the roadside. We inarched half the nights and all the days and jnst as we got close enough to fight, the Washington politicians caused Fremont to be re- moved from his command. Frfanont had been ahead of his time. He had freed some slaves, and the dough-faced politicians were not yet ready for action of that character. The campaign had been to no purpose. Some of our regiment, indignant at the removal of their gen- eral, had to be guarded to prevent mlitiny and dis- order. Now we turned about and made the long march back to the Missouri River. Half that cold winter was spent near Syracuse, in guarding the Pacific Railway. We lived in wedge tents, and spite of the cold and snow and storm, our squads by turn tramped for miles up and down the railroad in the darkness every night What terrible tales, too, we had in our little tents that winter, of the deeds of Quantrell's men. It did not seem possible that the South could set loose a lot of murderers to hang on the skirts of our army, to "bushwhack" an honorable foe, burn villages, destroy farms, and drive whole counties into conditions as frightful as war was in the Middle Ages. Only savage Indians fought that way. Yet Quantrell's band of murderers was said to be on the payroll of the Confederate States. Here and there, however, his guerrilla outlaws met with aw- 6 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER V 49 The laughable campaign of the war — ^An army float- ing among the tree tops of the Tazoo Pass. CHAPTER VI 54 Grant's new plan at Vicksburg — ^Running the Vicks- burg batteries — ^An hour and a half of horror — The batteries are passed — The most important event in the war. CHAPTER Vn 63 Crossing the Mississippi on gunboats and steamers — Battle of Port Gibson — ^How General Grant looked to a private soldier — A boy from Mississippi — Fights at Raymond — ^Battle of Jackson in a thunderstorm — Digging his brothers' grave — Grant in battle — Saving a flag — How men feel in battle — ^An awful spectacle — The critical moment of General Grant's life — A battlefield letter from him to Sherman. CHAPTER VIII 87 Assaults on the walls of Vicksburg — Logan in battle — An army mule — ^A promotion under the guns of Vicksburg — A storm of iron hail at Vicksburg — The Vicksburg clock — ^The town surrenders — ^The glad news — Reading my first order to the regiment — My regiment put on guard in the captured city — Bight days' furlough in four years of war. CONTENTS 7 PAGE CHAPTER IX 102 Sherman's army floats across the Tennessee River at midnight — ^Washington at the Delaware nothing compared to this — ^We assault Missionary Ridge — An awful battle — My capture. CHAPTER X Ill In Libby Prison— Life there — "Belle Isle"— All prisons bad — ^The great escape — "Maryland, My Maryland." CHAPTER XI 119 Escaping from Macon — An adventure in Atlanta — In the disguise of a Confederate soldier — My wan- derings inside the Confederate army and what I experienced there — I am captured as a spy — ^How I got out of it all. CHAPTER XII 137 Under fire of our own guns at Charleston — ^Trying to capture a railway train — The secret band — Be- trayed— The desolation of Charleston. CHAPTER XIII 144 Living in a grave — ^An adventure in the woods of South Carolina — ^Life in the asylum yard at the capital of South Carolina — ^The song of "Sherman's March to the Sea" — How it came to be written — Final escape — ^The burning up of South Carolina's capitoL 6 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER V 49 The laughable campaign of the war — An army float- ing among the tree tops of the Tazoo Pass. CHAPTER VI 54 Grant's new plan at Vicksburg — ^Running the Vicks- burg batteries — An hour and a half of horror — ^The batteries are passed — The most important event in the war. CHAPTER Vn 63 Crossing the Mississippi on gunboats and steamers — Battle of Port Gibson — ^How General Grant looked to a private soldier — A boy from Mississippi — Fights at Raymond — ^Battle of Jackson in a thunderstorm — Digging his brothers' grave — Grant in battle — Saving a flag— How men feel In battle — ^An awful spectacle — ^The critical moment of General Grant's life — A battlefield letter from him to Sherman. CHAPTER VIII 87 Assaults on the walls of Vicksburg — Logan in battle — An army mule — A promotion under the guns of Vicksburg — A storm of iron hail at Vicksburg — The Vicksburg clock — ^The town surrenders — The glad news — ^Reading my first order to the regiment — My regiment put on guard in the captured city — Eight days' furlough in four years of war. CONTENTS 7 PAGE CHAPTER IX 102 Sherman's army floats across the Tennessee River at midnight — ^Washington at the Delaware nothing compared to this — ^We assault Missionary Ridge — An awful battle — ^My capture. CHAPTER X Ill In Libby Prison— Life there — "Belle Isle"— All prisons bad — The great escape — "Maryland, My Maryland." CHAPTER XI 119 Escaping from Macon — An adventure in Atlanta — In the disguise of a Confederate soldier — My wan- derings inside the Confederate army and what I experienced there — I am captured as a spy — ^How I got out of it all. CHAPTER XII 137 Under fire of our own guns at Charleston — Trying to capture a railway train — The secret band — Be- trayed— The desolation of Charleston. CHAPTER XIII 144 Living in a grave — ^An adventure in the woods of South Carolina — Life in the asylum yard at the capital of South Carolina — ^The song of "Sherman's March to the Sea" — How it came to be written — Final escape — The burning up of South Carolina's capitoL 20 WITH FIRE AND SWORD I, too, galloped faster, the distance between us re- maining about the same. Each of ns now had a pistol in his hand, but it looked as if each were afraid to commence the duel. If the stranger checked his horse to give him breath, I checked mine. If he galloped again, I, too, put spurs to my ani- mal. Imagining that other guerrillas must be lurk- ing quite near, I was not over-anxious to bring on the engagement, and I suppose the armed man felt much the same way, for he could not have thought that I was in such a place absolutely alone. So neither fired. We just looked at each other and galloped. Finally we approached a little wood, and in a twinkling he turned into a path and was out of sight. I did not care to follow him to his hiding- place just then, and quickly galloped to our camp a few miles off. Before midnight that night I, with a dozen of my regiment, surrounded the little wood and a cabin secreted in its center. Approaching, we looked into the windows, and, sure enough, there, roasting his feet in front of an open fire, sat my rider of the day. When three of us suddenly entered the house and demanded his surrender he sprang for a rifle that stood like a poker by the fireside, aimed it at me, and shouted "Never! Surrender yourself." A bayonet that instant against his breast brought him WITH FIRE AND SWORD 21 to terms, however. There followed a little fare- well scene between him and his wife, who poured bottles of wrath on the heads of the 'T>luecoats," and our captive — my captive — ^was hurried to the guard- house at the camp. It had been a perfectly blood- less encounter, but next morning it turned out that I had by chance captured one of the most dangerous guerrillas in Missouri. CHAPTER II We leave Missouri and go South — ^The prisoners of Donel- son— The taking of New Madrid— "Kindly bury this unfortunate officer"— Quaker guns at Shiloh— The kill- ing of the colonel. It was a trifling incident, this capture, compared with the dreadful things I have referred to as going on in Missouri that memorable first year of the Civil War. A great volume would not contain the record of them all. The first dead men I saw while in the army were eight Missouri farmers murdered by guerrillas and left lying in the hot sun and dust at the roadside. The sight moved me as no great battle ever did afterward. One half of the male population of Missouri was trying to kill the other half. They were not op- ponents from different far-off sections fighting, but near neighbors, and nothing seemed too awful or too cruel for them to do. How I pitied the women and children who lived in the State in those awful days ! General Sherman's designation of war as ^Tiell'* found more confirmation in the dreadful raids, out- 22 WITH FIRE AND SWORD 28 rages, and murders by Quantrell's guerrillas in Mis- souri than in the bloodiest battles of the four years' conflict Now for months my r^ment, with others, had chased up and down, and aU over that unhappy old State of Missouri, trying to capture and punish these bands of murderers. On the old steamboat TTar Eagle, too, we paddled for weeks along the "Muddy Missouri^' River, landing every here and there to have a little brush with guerrillas who had fired on our boat from the banks or from secret recesses in the woods. It was rare that we could catch them or have a real fight Their kind of war meant ambuscades and murder. At last an end came to this dreadful guerrilla- chasing business in Missouri so far as we were con- cerned, anyway. We were to stop running after Price's ubiquitous army too. We were no longer to be the victims of ambuscades and night riding mur- derers. The glad news came to my regiment that we were to be transferred to the South, where the real war was. One morning we left the cold and snow, where we had lived and shivered in thin tents all the winter, left the thankless duty of patrolling railroads in the storm at midnight, and marched in the direction of 24 WITH FIRE AND SWORD St. Louis. A long, cold, miserable march it was too, hurrying in the daytime and freezing in our bivouacs in the snow and woods at night Many a man we left to sicken and die at some farmhouse by the road- side. Our destination was New Madrid, where we were to be a part of Pope's army in the siege and capture of that town. As we were about to embark on boats at St. Louis we beheld in the snow and storm many steamers anchored out in the pitiless waters of the Missis- sippi River. These vessels were loaded with shiver- ing thousands in gray and brown uniforms, the prisoners whom General Grant had captured at flie battle of Fort Donelson. There were twelve or fif- teen thousand of them. Seeing this host of prisoners made us feel that at last the Union army had a general, although we had scarcely heard of IT. S. Grant before. This army of prisoners taken in battle was his introduction to the world. Shortly we were before New Madrid, and the siege conducted by General Pope commenced. The town was defended by strong forts and many cannon, but its speedy capture by us helped to open up the Mis- sissippi River. It was a new experience to us, to hsve cannonballs come rolling right into our camp occasionally. Yet few men were injured by them. We were in more danger when a fool officer one day WITH FIRE AND SWORD 26 took our brigade of infantry down through a corn- field to assault a gunboat that lay in a creek close by. The Rebel commander had expected us^ and had his grape shot and his hot water hose, and Buch things all ready for us. We went out of that corn- field faster than we went in. This was real war, the thing my regiment had been so longing for, in place of chasing murderers and guerrillas in Missouri. We entered New Madrid one morning before daylight. The enemy had left in awful haste. I recall finding a dead Rebel oflScer, lying on a table in his tent, in full uniform. He had been killed by one of our shells. A candle burned beside him, and his cold hands closed on a pencil note that said, "Kindly bury this unfortunate oflScer.'^ His breakfast waited on a table in the tent, showing how unexpected was his taking off. Our victory was a great one for the nation, and it put two stars on the shoulder straps of General Pope. It made him, too, commander of the Eastern army. A comrade in Company A of my regiment had been wounded a few days before and had died in the enemy's hands. I now found his grave. At its head stood a board with this curious inscription: "This man says he was a private in the Fifth Iowa Regiment. He was killed while trying to attend to other people's business." 26 WITH FIKE AND SWOED Our command was now hurried to the Shiloh battlefield, of course too late to be of any use. But we took part in the long, wonderful, and ridiculous siege of Corinth, under Halleck, when our great army was held back by red tape, martinets, and the fear of a lot of wooden guns that sat on top of the enemy's breastworks, while that enemy, with all his men, and with all his guns, and bag and baggage, was escap- ing to the south Our deeds were no credit to any- body, though here and there we had a little fight One incident of great importance, however, hap- pened to my regiment here. It was the death of our colonel. One night when he was going the rounds of the picket lines out in the woods he was shot dead by one of our own men. The sentinel who did the killing declared that Rebels had been slipping up to his post all night, and when he would hail with "Who goes there ?" they would fire at him and run into the darkness. He resolved to stand behind a tree the next time and fire without hailing. By some accident Colonel Worthington and his adjutant were ap- proaching this sentinel from the direction of the enemy. Suddenly the sentinel held his gun around the tree and fired. The bullet struck the colonel in the forehead, killing him instantly. As he fell from his horse the adjutant sprang to the ground and cried, "Who shot the officer of the day?" "I fired," ex- WITH FIEE AND SWORD 27 claimed the sentinel, and he then told of his experi- ences of the night. He was arrested, tried, and acquitted. Yet there were many among ns who be- lieved that the colonel had been intentionally mur- dered. He was one of the most competent colonels in the army, but among his soldiers he was fearfuUy unpopular. He was, however, a splendid disciplina- rian, but this was something the volunteers did not want. In their minds the colonel had been only a petty tyrant, and not even wholly loyal. With a dif- ferent disposition he certainly would have been a dis- tinguished soldier. He was one of the most military- looking men in the whole army, but friends he had none. More than once his life had been threatened by soldiers who regarded themselves as having been treated badly by him. His body was brought into camp the next morning and lay in his tent in state. He was given a military funeral, and the horse that was bearing him when he was killed was led behind his coffin. After his death numbers of the men of the regi- ment were indignant, when they found among his papers warrants and commissions intended by the gov- ernor for them, commissions that had never been de- livered. Their promotions had never come about. Now they knew why. Worthington was succeeded by CJolonel O. L. Mat- 28 WITH FIRE AND SWORD thies, one of the bravest, best, and most loved com- manders of our army. Later Matthies was made a general, and at the close of the war died of wounds received in battla Although I was quartermaster sergeant of the regi- ment, I was always careful that this should not keep me away from the command when enduring hard marches or when engagements were coming on. When in camp I kept my rifle in one of the ammunition wagons (of several of which I had charge), but if the alarm soimded my rifle was on my shoulder and I was the private soldier in the ranks of the com- pany. I deserved no special credit for this. I was only doing my duty. We had muzzle-loading Whit- ney rifles and bayonets. The equipment and rations we carried in weight would have been a respectable load for a mule. CHAPTEE III luka, the fiercest battle of the war, 217 men out of 482 of my regiment are shot — ^The awful Rebel charge at Corinth — Moonlight on the battlefield — Bushels of arms and legs — ^Tombstones for fireplaces — One of Grant's mistakes. All that summer, after taking Corinth, we chased up and down the State of Mississippi, trying to get fair battle with the Eebel army. At last the chance came, and for my regiment it was an awful one — the battle of luka. The battle of luka took place on the 19th of September, 1862. It was fought by a handful of the troops of Oeneral Bosecrans against half the army of General Price. Grant was only a few miles away, but although commander-in-chief, he knew nothing of the hardest-fought battle of the Civil War untU it was over. On© morning before daylight while camped in the woods near Jacinto half expecting to be attacked, we heard that Price's army was in luka, some eigh- teen miles away, and that if we would hurry there 29 80 WITH FIRE AND SWOED and attack from one side, General Grant, with Ord's troops, would attack from another side. How eagerly the regiment made the forward march on that beauti- ful autumn day! The woods were in their fairest foliage, and it seemed too lovely a day for war and bloodshed. The bugles played occasionally as the men hurried along, but not a shot was fired. No noise like war fell on the soldiers' ears as they tramped over the beautiful country road toward the Tennessee Eiver. They had time for reflection as they marched, and they knew now they were going to battle. There had been no time for letters or fare- wells, and each thought the other one, not himself, most likely to fall in the coming engagement. There were only 482 of my little regiment now marching there, hoping, almost praying, the enemy might only wait. How little anyone dreamed that before the sun set 217 of that little command would be stretched dead or dying among the autumn leaves ! It was just two o'clock when the regiment ran on to the army of the enemy, lying in line right across the road close to luka. My own regiment was in the advance. Instantly it, too, was in line of battle across that road, and in a few minutes absolutely the fiercest little conflict of the war began. Our brigade was fearfully outnumbered. Eosecrans, had ten thousand soldiers within five miles of the battlefield, WITH FIRE AND SWORD 81 yet let three or four small regiments and a battery do all the fighting. Ten miles away, in another direc- tion, lay General Grant and General Ord, with many other thousands, as silent as if paralyzed. An im- lucky wind blew, they said, and the sound of our cannon, that was to have been the signal for them to attack also, was unheard by them. Charge after charge was made upon our little line, and the Eleventh Ohio Battery, which the regiment was protecting, was taken and retaken three times. There were no breastworks, yet that one little bri- gade of Hamilton's division stood there in the open and repulsed assault after assault. It was the Iowa, the Missouri, and the Ohio boys against the boys of Alabama and Mississippi, and the grass and leaves were covered with the bodies in blue and gray. Not Balaklava, nor the Alma, saw such fighting. It was a duel to the death. For hours the blue and the gray stood within forty yards of each other and poured in sheets of musketry. Every horse of the battery at the left of my regiment was killed, and every gunner but one or two was shot and lying among the debris. No battery in the whole four years' war lost so many men in so short a time. Antietam, Gettysburg, the Wilderness, could show nothing like it Only the setting sun put an end to what was part of the time a hand to hand conflict. One dar- 82 WITH FIRE AND SWOED ing Kebel was shot down and bayoneted clear be- hind the line of Company B^ where he had broken through to seize the flag of my regiment. That night the enemy slipped away, leaving hun- dreds and hundreds of his dead and wounded on the field. With a few lanterns our men then went about and tried to gather up the wounded; the dead were left till morning. There were 782 Union men lying there in their blood that long night, 608 of them out of a single small brigade. While mothers and sis- ters at home were praying for the safety of these dear ones at the front, their spirits that night were leav- ing their torn bodies in the dark and ascending heavenward. Five of my eight messmates of the day before were shot. It was not a question who was dead, or wounded, but who was not. Fifteen officers of our little half regiment were dead or wounded. The enemy lost more than one thousand men in try- ing to destroy that single brigade and its Ohio battery. The burying party the next morning found nine- teen dead Rebels lying together at one place. At another spot 182 Rebel corpses lay in a row covered by tarpaulins. The enemy had not had time to bury them. It was a principle among our generals that if a command fought well in a battle or got cut all to WITH FIEE AND SWORD 33 pieces, that was the particular command to be put at the very front in the next hard scrap. And so it wa3 that within two weeks my regiment was placed outside the breastworks at Corinth, to wait and re- ceive another awful assault. The night before the battle of Corinth the Fifth Iowa Regiment lay across the Purdy road, in the bright moonlight. I remained awake all night, talk- ing with a comrade who shared my blanket with me. Poor Jimmy King! he survived the war only to be murdered later on a plantation in Mississippi. As we lay there in the wagon road, the awful losses of my regiment at luka kept us thinking there in the moonlight what would happen on the morrow. When morning came the firing opened, and for all that day the battle raged fiercely at the left and center left, we getting the worst of it, too. The Rebels were charging works that they themselves had built when they held the town during Halleck's siege. General Haccelman and many other of our officers had fallen. Our own division, though fighting some, had lost but few men. That evening an order came for us — Hamilton's Division — to assault the enemy's left flank at midnight. Before the hour came, however, the move was decided to be too dangerous, and w<^ changed our position to one nearer the forts. Al! the night we lay there under the brightest moonlight 34 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD I ever saw. Under the same quiet moonlight, and only six hundred yards away from us, also lay the victorious Rebel army. They believed Oorinth as good as taken, but they had only captured our outer lines of forts. Yet it looked very bad for us. Every house in town was full of our wounded and our dead lay everywhere. Once in the night I slipped away from the biv- ouac and hurried to the old Tishimingo Hotel, to see a lieutenant of my company, who had been shot through the breast. Never will I forget the horrible scenes of that night. The town seemed full of the groans of dying men. In one large room of the Tishimingo House surgeons worked all the night, cutting off anns and 1^. I could not help my friend. It was too late, for he was dying. "Gb back to the regiment,'' he said, smiling, "all will be needed." It was a relief to me to get back into the moon- light and out of the horror, yet out there lay thou- sands of others in line, only waiting the daylight to be also mangled and torn like these. The moon shone so brightly the men in the lines, tired though they were, could scarcely sleep. There the thou- sands lay, the blue and the gray, under the same peaceful moon, worshiping the same God, and each praying for dear ones North and South they would WITH FIEE AND SWORD 86 never again see. God could not answer ihe prayers of the men in both armies that night. Had He done so, all would have been killed on the morrow. At early daybreak I again went to see my lieutenant. As I entered the building a cannonball from the enemy crashed through the house and killed four soldiers by the stairway. My friend, with many others, was being carried out to die elsewhere. It was soon full day. In one of the rooms I saw the floors, tables, and chairs covered with amputated limbs, some white and some broken and bleeding. There were simply bushels of them, and the floor was running blood. It was a strange, horrible sight, — ^but it was war. Yes, it was ^Tiell.^' I hastened back to the lines. Nine o'clock came, and now we knew that the great assault was to be made. We looked for it against our own division, as we lay in the grass waiting. Suddenly we heard something, al- most like a distant whirlwind. My regiment rose to its feet, fired a few moments at scattering Rebels in our front, and were amazed to see a great black column, ten thousand strong, moving like a mighty storm-cloud out of the woods and attacking the forts and troops at our left Instantly we changed direc- tion a little and, without further firing, witnessed one of the greatest assaults of any war. It was the storming of Fort Robinett. The cloud of Rebels 36 WITH FIRE AND SWORD we had seen divided itself into three columns. These recklessly advanced on the forts, climbing over the fallen trees and bending their heads against the aw- ful storm of grape and canister from all our cannon. A perfect blaze of close range musketry, too, mowed them down like grass. Even a foe could feel pity to see brave men so cruelly slaughtered. When the assault had failed and the noise of battle was stilled, I hurried down in front of Robinett. My canteen was full of water and I pressed it to the lips of many a dying enemy — enemy no longer. Our grape shot had torn whole companies of men to pieces. They lay in heaps of dozens, even close up to the works. General Rogers, who had led a brigade into the hopeless pit, lay on his back, dead, with his flag in his hand. He was the fifth one to die carrying that -flag: When I reached him some cruel one had stripped him of his boots. Another had taken his fine gold watch. In this attack on Corinth the brave Southerners lost 5000 wounded, and we buried 1423 of their dead on the battlefield. Our own loss had been 2200 dead and wounded. That night I stood guard under an oak tree on the battlefield among the unburied dead. Many of the wounded, even, had not yet been gathered up. The moon shone as brightly as the night before, while thousands who had lain there WITH FIEE AND SWORD 37 under its peaceful rays before the battle were now again sleeping, but never to waken. Our regiment now pursued the flying Rebels witH great vigor. The quantities of broken batteries, wagons, tents, knapsacks, guns, etc., strewn along the roads behind them were immense. At the Hatchie River the Rebels were momentarily headed oflF by a division under Hurlbut that had hurried across from Bolivar. A seven hours' battle was fought at the bridge, but the Rebels got away in another direction. Possibly the best friend I had in the world, save my kin, was killed at that bridge. It was Lieutenant William Dodd, a classmate in school. His head was shot off by a cannonball just as his regiment was charging at the bridge. The pursuit of the enemy was being pushed with vigor when the army was ordered to desist and re- turn to camp. It was an astounding order, as it was in our power to destroy the defeated and flying columns. That order was one of the mistakes of Grant's earlier days as a commander. Indeed, we of the rank and file had little confidence in Grant in those days. We reflected that at Shiloh he was miles away from the battlefield at the critical moment. Sherman had saved the Union army from destruction there. At luka, Grant, though commander, did not even know a battle was going on. At Corinth he was 88 WITH FIRE AND SWOKD forty miles away, and now, when we had the enemy ahnoet within our grasp, he suddenly called us back. Rosecrans protested. It was in vain. The order, more imperative than before, was repeated. It re- quired months, and great events, to make Grant the hero of the army which he afterward became. This entry I find in my diary in one of those days: "Our commander of the district is General IT. S. Grant, who took Donelson; but aside from that one hour's fighting, and a little fighting at Shiloh, the troops Imow little about him. Rosecrans is at present the hero of this army, and, with him leading it, the boys would storm Hades.'* With the mercury at one hundred, the dust in the roads ankle deep, and the whole atmosphere yellow and full of it, the regiments exhausted by the pur- suit, and yet disgusted at our recall, slowly tramped their way back to Corinth. Now I visited my wounded companions in the hospital. On inquiry for certain ones I learned that they were dead and lying out in the improvised graveyard near by. For some reason the dead at Hatchie Bridge were not buried. A week after the battle my brother rode by there on a cavalry expedition and made the horrible discovery that hogs were eating up the bodies of our dead heroes. That too was war. We now camped on the edge of the town and went WITH FIRE AND SWORD 39 on building still other and greater forts. Many of the soldiers made huts for themselves. It was getting cooler now, and little fireplaces were built in the huts and tents. Brick was scarce, and in a few in- stances the men used the stone slabs from a grave- yard close at hand. It seemed vandalism, but the dead did not need them and the living did. CHAPTER IV An unlucky campaign led by General Grant— Holly Springs burned up — The first foragers — Some modem Falstafls — Counting dead men. In a month's time, or by November 2, 1862, the army, reorganized, our division led by Quimby, and Grant in command of the whole force, started on that very first disastrous campaign for the rear of Vicks- burg. Grant had some thirty thousand soldiers to march with him by way of Grand Junction and Holly Springs, and another thirty thousand men, under Sherman, he sent down the Mississippi Eiver to attack Vicksburg from another direction. We marched in mud and wind and rain till nearly Christmas, the enemy constantly retreating before us. We made a tremendous supply station at Holly Springs and left it in charge of a garrison. There were supplies there for a hundred thousand men, be- sides a million dollars' worth of captured cotton. Just as we were confident of overtaking and de- stroying the enemy, we were stunned by the tidings that a great column of Rebel cavalry had dashed in 40 WITH FIKE AND SWORD 41 behind our army. With torches and firebrands they had burned Holly Springs to the ground, and had destroyed all the army stores. There was not a potato or cracker or a pound of bacon left. How I remember that dark night when Van Dorn's cavalry got behind us in the country lanes of Mississippi! I had been started back to a hospital in Holly Springs, for my eyes had been inflamed for days. Just as my little freight train reached the suburb of what had been the town, the rear guard of the enemy rode out at the other side. The morning that I arrived there was nothing there but smoke, and ashes, and ruins, and a smell of coal oil over all. A million dollars' worth of our army supplies had been burned up in a night. The pretty town, too, was in ashes, and Van Dorn's bold cavalry swung their sabers in the air and rode away laughing. General Grant's father and mother, in the town at the time on their way to visit their illustrious son with the advance of the army, were captured, but politely paroled and left among the ruins. The loss of the town was a disgrace to the North. There was a fort there, solidly built of cotton bales and occupied by a colonel and a thousand troops. The colonel forgot what our ancestors did with cotton bales at New Orleans, and promptly threw up the sponge. But then C!olonel Murphy was not General 42 WITH FIEE AND SWOED Jackson. With the loss of Holly Springs and the destruction of our base of supplies there was nothing for that whole army of Grant's to do but to trudge its weary way back to Corinth and Memphis, through the mud and the wind and the rain. The tragical part of that campaign was taking place at the same moment down by the Yazoo Eiver, right under the guns of Vicksburg. Grant, when he marched out of Memphis, had sent Sherman and thirty thousand men down the river in steamboats to attack Vicksburg from one side while he should hurry along with another thirty thousand men and pound it from the other side. Sherman and his heroes made the awful assaults at Chickasaw bayou we read of, never dreaming of the fiasco that had be- fallen the main army at Holly Springs. Not one word of the news ever reached him — and then in swamps and bayous his soldiers waded in water half- way to their necks and assaulted impregnable hills and breastworks. Two thousand men were killed or mangled to no purpose. Some of the heroic fight- ing of the war was done in that Yazoo slaughter pen, and then Sherman and his crippled army withdrew in utter failure. Vicksburg was safe for awhile. My own duty in that unlucky campaign with Grant had been to search the country in the neigh- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 43 borhood of our camps and bivouacs for additional supplies. Many a time, with a dozen or twenty men for guards, and a couple of six-mule teams, we would venture miles from camp to confiscate bacon, flour, poultry, or whatever else a soldier could eat. On my return to the regiment with a wagon full of good things, the companies would set up a cheer for tho quartermaster sergeant. The colonel always allowed me to choose the guards who should accompany me. Many a time our little squad got back to camp by the skin of their teeth, chased by guerrillas or some wandering band of Rebel cavalry. Our habit was, when we found a plantation with something to spare on it, to post sentinels in the lanes in every direction, while a few of us with the aid of the negroes loaded the wagons. If all went well, the procession, followed by the slaves we freed and took with us, went back to camp in state. Sometimes there was indecorous haste in getting home, owing to our sentinel firing his gun in warning of near danger. More than one of the boys of those venturous excursions, to this day, have not yet come back to camp. On one of these excursions one day we were sur- prised by a little party of rangers, but we took their leader captive, and with him a fine Kentucky charger and a splendid rifle. The brigade colonel pre- sented to me the rifle I myself had captured, for my 44 WITH FIRE AND SWORD %ravery/^ lia said, but the splendid thoroughbred he took for himself. Alas ! this rifle, the testimonial of my adventure, was burned up when the Rebel cavalry took Holly Springs/ I had left it there to send North some day. These excursions after food that I have described must have been the forerunners of Sherman's great forage parties later, on his "march to the sea." It was easy enough to feed an army that way, if men could be found to take the risk. Sherman's later forage parties were so strong that the risk was re- duced to fun. I copy from my diary here (1862) : "Now the enemy is in front of us. He is on our flank and all around us. It is dangerous to venture a mile from camp alone. In fact, orders are strict for every man and every officer to stay close to hia regiment day or night "On all the plantations along our way in this cam- paign there are signs of war. The cotton gins, the fences, the barns, are all gone, — ^burned by raiders of both armies, who have scouted through this same country time and again. The weather is often gloomy; the fenceless fields are brown and naked; the big houses left standing on the plantations look lone and desolate. There is no song of birds. The army wagons, in long trains, and the soldiers im WITH FIRE AND SWORD 46 great stning-out coliLmns of blue, go over the soft ground across the fields, along what once was lanes and country roads, almost in silence. Here and there a skirmish of musketry at some creek crossing or at some wood is the only noise heard. This state of Mississippi, like the whole South, sees the desola- tion of war. But the big, white, lone houses on the deserted lawns, with their low verandas about them, are not wholly unoccupied. Though the arms-bearing men of the country are every one in the army fight- ing us, the women and the children and the slaves are still at home. These slaves desert their mis- tresses and come into the Union camps at night by hundreds, bearing their bundles on their heads and their pickaninnies under their arms. "As Rebel cavalry bands are rioting all around us, the strictest orders are given about leaving camp. But those who slipped away without leave the often- est were themselves officers. Numbers of these went off almost nightly, to pay their devoirs to ladies whom they happened to admire at neighboring plan- tations. These women, glad enough of the compli- ments of the Federal officers, let it be very clearly understood that they were nevertheless true-blue Rebels. Things as to the war were simply glossed over in conversation, and both the lady and the of- ficer sometimes had a delightful evening, even if 46 WITH FIRE AND SWORD the delight on the officer's part was in violation of duty. Sometimes these visits led to ridiculous ter- minations. War is not all tragedy." Again I copy from the journal of that December: "The other night three of the officers of our bri- gade. Captain H and Lieutenants D and 0 got themselves into a pretty mess by leaving camp to visit at a plantation. The laughable facts are these: We had stopped two or three days, to mend bridges over the Yooona River. General Grant had asked our brigade commander to report the names of three officers for promotion. Captain H and two lieutenants were selected. Among the private soldiers these men were not regarded as deserving honor. On the contrary, they were looked upon as common braggarts. Some politician at home, probably, had moved the wires for their pro- motion. As it happened, these three officers were the worst offenders of all, as to leaving camp with- out orders for the purpose of visiting Rebel ladies at neighboring plantations. Some of the staff heard of this and determined to unmask them. Some Rebel uniforms were secured from prisoners in our hands, and one dark night when the captain and his friends were away from camp at the home of a Mrs. S ^ visiting, a dozen of us in disguise were sent to sur- round the house. Instantly there was a cry among WITH FIRE AND SWORD 47 the women of "guerrillas 1" "Confederates!" "Con- federates !" "Friends 1'^ and a bonny blue Rebel flag was waved in the doorway. We were indeed a des- perate-looking lot, but the women met the supposed Rebel guerrillas almost with embraces. The captain and his two lieutenants we pulled from under the bed by their heels, and threatened them with instant death. The women begged us only not to kill them in the house. The oflScers, on their knees, pleaded for their lives. It was agreed that they should sim- ply give up their swords, be paroled, and allowed to return to camp. At headquarters the next morn- ing, in explanation of the loss of their swords, they told a wonderful and FalstaflSan tale of being over- whelmed by Van Dom's guerrillas the night before, and of their miraculous escape to camp. That mo- ment they were confronted with their surrendered swords and their signatures to their paroles. There was a fine collapse at headquarters that morning. The names of the three gentlemen were sent to Gen- eral Grant the same day, I understand. But not for promotion." I had a little taste of life in the hospital that December. My eyes got worse. For a little time I was in a fine private home in Holly Springs, for the town, after its burning by Van Dom, had been retaken by us. Every room in the house had its 48 WITH FIRE AND SWORD floors filled with the sick and the dying of both armies. Long years after that, while on shipboard returning from Europe, I made by chance the ac- quaintance of Mrs. Kate Sherwood Bonner, the authoress, who as a girl had lived in Holly Springs. We talked of the war times, and it transpired that the mansion where I had witnessed such distressful scenes among the dead and dying was her father's home. I saw General Grant's father and mother there in Holly Springs daily. At the capture of the town they had been taken as stated, and released, the father on parole. I was now sent to Memphis, as I was still in hospi- tal. The hospital here was in the old Overton Hotel, which was crowded with hundreds of wounded. The room used as a dead house was filled every night. It was across the court and below my own room. I could see the corpses distinctly, as the window was left open. It was my habit, a strange one, when I awoke in the morning, to look over and count the corpses of men who had been carried in there while I had been sleeping. It seems now a ghastly business enough. OHAPTEE V The laughable campaign of the war — An army floating among the tree tops of the Yazoo Pass. In a little time, February, 1863, Grant's army was again off to try for Vieksburg. This time it was to go on that campaign, so laughable now, but ro- mantic always, called the "Yazoo Pass expedition/' We were to go down the Mississippi Kiver in big steamers to Helena, and there transfer ourselves on to a fleet of little steamers, cut the levee into the overflooded country, and try floating a whole army a hundred miles across the plantations and swamps of Mississippi. My eyes were well again, and I was happy to join our regiment and be one of the aquatic throng. Just as we were getting on to the boat at Memphis two of my company managed to get shot by the provost guard. They had been full of liquor, and refused to go to the steamer. They had been heroes at luka. How unlucky now to get crippled for life in a drunken brawl ! 49 50 WITH FIEE AND SWOED On the 22d of March, near Helena, my regiment went aboard the pretty little schooner called the Armada. Shortly, dozen of these small boats, crowded with regiments, accomipanied by gunboats, were float- ing about, awaiting the order to sail through a big cut that our engineers had made in the river levee and get down the pass into Moon Lake. The Mississippi was high and raging. All the low-lying country for half a hundred miles was flooded till it looked like a vast sea, with forests of trees standing in its midst. Here and there, too, a plantation, higher than the surrounding country, was noticeable. The first pass into Moon Lake was but a mile long. But through that pass swirled and roared the waters of the Mis- sissippi, so suddenly let loose by the break in the levee. At just four in the evening our little steamer got the order to turn out of the river and into the rush- ing waters of the pass. We would not have been more excited at being told to start over Niagara Falls. Our engines are working backward and we enter the crevasse slowly, but in five minutes the fearful, eddy- ing current seized us, and our boat was whirled round and round like a toy skiff in a washtub. We all held our breath as the steamer was hurled among floating logs and against overhanging trees. In ten minutes the rushing torrent had carried us, back- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 51 wardy down into the little lake. Not a soul of the five hundred on board the boat in this crazy ride was lost. Once in the lake we stopped, and with amaze- ment watched other boats, crowded with soldiers, also drift into the whirl and be swept down the pass. It was luck, not management, that half the little army was not drowned. Now for days and days our little fleet coursed its way toward Vicksburg among the plantations, swamps, woods, bayous, cane-brakes, creeks, and rivers of that inland sea. Wherever the water seemed deepest that was our course, but almost every hour projecting stumps and trees had to be sawn off under the water to allow our craft to get through. Sometimes we advanced only four or five miles a day. At night the boat would be tied to some tall syca- more. Here and there we landed at some plantation that seemed like an island in the flood. The negroes on the plantation, amazed at our coming, wondered if it was the day of Jubilee or if it was another Noah's flood and that these iron gunboats arks of safety. We soldiei'13, if not on duty pushing the boat away from trees, had nothing to do but sleep and eat and read. Most of the soldiers slept on the decks, on the guards, and on the cabin floors. Four of us had a little stateroom. I had with me a copy of Shake- 62 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD speare, cribbed by one of the boys somewhere, and the Bard of Avon was never studied under stranger circumstances. The Yazoo Pass, though not so crazy as the cre- vasse we had come through, was nevertheless bad and dangerous. Two of our craft sank to the bottom, but the soldiers were saved by getting into trees. All the boats were torn half to pieces. One day as we pushed our way along the crooked streams amid the vine-covered forests we ran onto a Eebel fort built on a bit of dry land. In front of it were great rafts that completely obstructed our way. An ocean steamer was also sunk in the channel in front of us. To our amazement we learned that it was the Star of the Westy the ship that received the first shot fired in the war of the Rebellion. That was when it was trying to take supplies to Fort Sumter. Our gun- boats shelled this "Fort Greenwood" in vain, and now Bebels were gathering around and behind us and guerrillas were beginning to fire on the boats. The waters, too, might soon subside, and our fleet and army be unable to get back into the Mississippi. Wo could not go ahead. Suddenly the orders came to turn about and steam as fast as possible to a place of safety. By April 8 we had made the journey through the woods and cane-brake back to the pass. The pic- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 58 turesque farce was ended. We could now hunt some other road to Vickshurg. We know nothing of what the generals thought of this fiasco, hut we private soldiers had great fun, and the long stay on the boats had been a rest from hard campaigning. We had not lost a man. A whole campaign and not a soldier lost! CHAPTER VI Grant's new plan at Vicksburg— Running the Vicksburg batteries — An hour and a half of horror — ^The batteries are passed — ^The most important event in the war. Tte attempt on Vicksburg was not to be given up. In the spring of 1863 the whole army moved down the Mississippi to begin one of the most noted cam- paigns of history. A real sane notion had gotten hold of Grant, and of scarcely anyone else. That notion was, if possible, to get across the Mississippi below the town (Sher- man had failed trying it above) and throw the whole anny on to the fortifications at the rear. If the town's defenders should be bold and come out and fight us, so much the better. We wanted that Soon General Grant built long stretches of wagon roads and corduroy bridges that ran snakelike for forty miles among the black swamps, cane-brakes, and lagoons on the west bank of the Mississippi River. He then marched half his army down these roads to a point below Vicksburg, below Grand Gulf, and bivouacked Ihem on the shore of the river. The other half, of which my regiment was a part, re- 54 WITH FIRE AND SWORD 55 mained near the river above the city. Possibly we were twenty-five thousand men there. One night these twenty-five thousand bivouacked along the levees of the great river were all in great excitement. "Coming events were casting their shadows before." It must have been some great event was about to happen that April night of 1863, for the Assis- tant Secretary of War was there, and General Grant and General Sherman were there, waiting and watch- ing in "die greatest suspense. What was going to happen ? Some one hundred and fifty private soldiers were going to perform a deed that should help make American history. The success of a whole army and the capture of Ihe best fortified city on the Ameri- can continent depended on the heroism of this hand- ful of private soldiers on this April night No wonder the government at Washington sat by the telegraph and anxiously awaited every scrap of news sent from Grant's army before Vicksburg. He was to open the Mississippi River. That very day, al- most, the government at Washington sent a letter urging General Grant to hurry. "In my opinion,'* telegraphed General Halleck for the President, ''(his is the most important operation of the war. To open the Mississippi River would he tetter than the capture of forty Richm,onds/' 66 WITH riEE AKD SWORD General Grant realized the mighty things he had at stake. But what availed it to collect his soldiers there ? In front of him, in high flood, swept the mightiest river on the continent; he had not a boat to cross with, and the enemy laughed and dared him from the other side. His fleet of steamboats was forty miles and more up the river, and between him and that fleet were four miles of hostile batteries strong enough to blow a fleet to pieces. In fact, every hill, hollow, and secret place above and below the city hid a dozen cannon. All the way from Vicksburg down to Warrentown was a fort. What could be done? Without some steamers on which to cross, the game was blocked, and Vicksburg, strong as Sebastopol itself, might stand there forever and the Mississippi River be blockaded to the end of the war. Two or three of Grant^s ironclad gunboats had run past these awful batteries one night, their sides banged to pieces and their iron mail scooped up as if it had been made of putty. One of them was sunk. But these iron tubs could not serve as ferryboats for forty thousand men. Then, the scheme was proposed to cover some of the wooden steamboats with cotton bales and on a dark night try and rush them past the batteries. The boat captains, however, would not risk it with their own crews, even had they WITH FIRE AND SWORD 67 as a rule been willing^ and so the commands of the army asked for volunteers from the private soldiers. Desperate as the undertaking seemed^ one hundred ai^d fifty Union soldiers stepped forward and oflFered to run these steamboats past the guns. The writer was one of these volunteers. But too many had of- fered to take the risk. The required number was selected by lot, and the most I could do that historic night was to stand on the river levee in the dark and watch my comrades perform one of the most heroic acts of any war. It was hardly a secret. The whole army was excited over the desperate proposal. The enemy must have heard of it, and been doubly prepared to destroy us. "If Grant's attempt prove successful he can destroy the whole CJonf ederate army, take Vicksburg, and open the Mississippi River." No wonder the Washington officials sat by the tele- graph day and night just then awaiting great news. The moon was down by ten o'clock of the night of April 16. Under the starlight one hardly saw the dark river or the cane-brakes, swamps, and lagoons along its border. The whole Northern fleet lay an- chored in silence. Grant's army too, down below, was silent and waiting. A few miles below us lay Vicksburg, dark, sullen, and sleeping. Not a gun was being fired. A few lonesome Confederate river guards floated above the town in rowboats watching 68 WITH FIRE AND SWORD to give the alarm at the approach of any foe on the water. Three mysterious looking Northern steamboats, with crews of volunteer soldiers on board, lay out in the middle of the Mississippi River in front of Milliken's Bend, a dozen miles above Vicksburg. Down in the dark hold of each vessel stand a dozen determined men. They have boards, and pressed cotton, and piles of gunny sacks beside them there, to stop up holes that shall be made pretty soon by the cannon of the enemy. They have none of war's noise and excitement to keep them up — only its sus- pense. They are helpless. If anything happens they will go to the bottom of the river without a word. Above the decks the pilot-houses are taken off and the pliot wheels are down by the bows, and the pilot will stand there wholly exposed. Lashed to the sides of each of the three little steamers are bargeii piled up with bales of hay and cotton. They look like floating breastworks. Anchored still a little fur- ther down the stream seven gunboats also wait in silence. They will lead these steamboats and try the batteries first. The boats must all move two hun- dred yards apart. That is the order. All is suspense. For a little while "die night grows darker and more silent ; the moon now is down. The thousands of soldiers standing on the levee waiting. WITH FIRE AND SWORD 69 and watching to see them start, almost hold their breath. At the boats there is no noise save the gurgling of the water as it grinds past the hulls of the anchored vessels. That is all the noise the men waiting down in the dimly lighted hulls can hear. On a little tug, near by, General Grant, the com- mander of the Western armies, waits and listens. The Assistant Secretary of War is at his side. In a yawl, farther down the stream, General Sherman ventures far out on the dark river to watch events. All is ready, all is suspense. Just then a lantern on the levee is moved slowly up and down. It is the signal to start. Down in Vicksburg the unexpectant enemy sleeps. Their guards out on the river, too, al- most sleep; all is so safe. Quietly we lift anchors and float off with the current. Our wheels are not moving. There is a great bend in the river, and as we round it the river guard wakened, sends up a rocket, other rockets too go up all along the eastern or Vicksburg shore. That instant, too, a gun is fired from a neighboring bluff. We are discovered. "Put on all steam,'' calls the captain, and our boats move swiftly into the maelstrom of sulphur and iron, for the enemy opens fire vigorously. The enemy sets houses on fire all along the levee to illuminate the river, bonfires are lighted everywhere, and suddenly the whole night seems but one terrific roar of cannon. 60 WITH FIRE AND SWORD The burning houses make the river almost as light as day. We see the people in the streets of the town running and gesticulating as if all were mad; their men at the batteries load and fire and yell as if every shot sunk a steamboat. On the west side of the river the lagoons and cane-brakes look weird and danger- ous. The sky above is black, lighted only by sparks from the burning houses. Down on the river it is a sheet of flame. One of the steamers and a few of the barges have caught fire and are burning up, the men escapiu;^ in life-boats and by swimming to the western shore. The excitement of the moment is maddening, the heavy fire appalling, while the musketry on the shore barks and bites at the unpro- tected pilots on the boats. Ten-inch cannon and great columbiads hurl their shot and shell into the cotton breastworks of the barges or through the rigging of the steamers. The gunboats tremble from the impact of shot against their sides, and at times the little steamers are caught in the powerful eddies of the river and are whirled three times around right in front of the hot firing batteries. Five hundred and twenty-five shells and can/non- halls are hurled at the hurrying fleet. The flash of the guns, the licrht of the blazing houses, make the night seem a horrible tempest, of lightning and thunder. Sherman, sitting out there alone in his WITH FIRE AND SWORD 61 yawl on the dark river^ has witnessed awful spec- tacles^ but this is the sight of a lifetime. '^It was," he exclaimed^ ^'a picture of the terrible not often seen/' And amid all this roar and thunder and lightning and crash of cannonballs above^ the men down in the holds of the boats — ^they are the real heroes — stand in the dim candle-light waiting, help- less, ignorant of events, and in terrible suspense, while sounds like the crash of worlds go on above their heads. Once some of them climb up to the hatchways and look out into the night. One look is enough! What a sight I The whole Mississippi River seems on fire, the roar of the gunboats an- swering the howling cannon on the shore, the terrific lightnings from the batteries, the screeching shells above the decks. It was as if hell itself were loose that night on the Mississippi River. For one hour and thirty minutes the brave men stood speechless in the holds of the boats while hell's hurricane went on above. They lived an age in that hour and a half, and yet a thousand of us in Grant's army tried to volunteer that we, too, might have this awful experi- ence. Daylight saw the little fleet safe below Vieksburg, where thousands of soldiers welcomed it with cheers. No such deed had ever been done in the world be- fore. Only one boat and some barges were lost, and 62 WITH FIRE AND SWORD only a few of the soldiers were hurt The cotton bales had proved a miracle of defense. In a week still other steamers^ though with greater loss^ passed the batteries. We know the rest. On these same boats Grant's army would ferry across the Mississippi, and there on the other side fight five battles and win them all. Vicksburg will be surrounded and assaulted and pounded and its soldiers starved, till, on the nation's birthday, thirty thousand of its brave defenders will lay down their arms forever. CHAPTER VII Crossing the Mississippi on gunboats and steamers — Battle of Port Gibson — How General Grant looked to a private soldier — A boy from Mississippi — Fights at Raymond — Battle of Jackson in a thunderstorm — Digging his brothers* grave — Grant in battle — Sav- ing a flag— How men feel in battle — An awful spectacle — The critical moment of General Grant's life — A battle- field letter from him to Sherman. Now that the boats were below the city, we were to begin the Vicksburg campaign in earnest. All the troops that had been left camped on the river levee above at Milliken's Bend hurried by roundabout roads through cane-brakes and swamps to the point where our little boats had anchored after running past the batteries that night. Here we joined the rest of the army, and the ferrying of thousands of soldiers across the great river day and night at once commenced. My own regiment was put on to one of the iron gunboats and ferried over the Mississippi at a point close to Grand Gulf. Here our river navy had si- lenced the Eebel forts. It was the first gunboat I had 63 64 WITH FIRE AND SWOED ever seen. Its sides bore great scars^ indentations made by the enemy's batteries on the preceding day. We hurried on and became a part of the reserve at the hot battle of Port Gibson, as we ourselves did no fighting. In a plantation yard, close by my regi- ment, lay our wounded as they were carried back from the front. It was a terrible sight. Many had been torn by shrapnel and lay there on the grass in great agony. Some seemed with their own hands to be trying to tear their mangled limbs from their bodies. The possession of all Vicksburg did not seem worth the pain and the agony I saw there that afternoon. That was war ; and it was "hell,'' sure enough. The next day, when the battle was over, I was at a negro cabin getting a loaf of com bread. I sud- denly ' heard a little cheering down by the river, where some men were putting down pontoons in place of the bridge burned by the enemy. I went down at once, and as I stood by the river bank I noticed an officer on horseback in full general's uniform. Sud- denly he dismounted and came over to the very spot where I was standing. I did not know his face, but something told me it was Grant, — ^Ulysses Grant, — at that moment the hero of the Western army. Solid he stood, erect, about five feet eight in height, with square features, thin, closed lips, brown hair, brown beard, both cut short, and neat. "He must weigh WITH FIRE AND SWORD 66 one hundred and forty or fifty pounds. Looks just like the soldier he is. I think he is larger than Napoleon, hut not much ; he is not so dumpy, his legs are not so short, and his neck is not so short and thick. He looks like a man in earnest, and the Rebels think he is one.'' This was the first time I saw Grant I think T still possess some of the feeling that came over me at that moment as I stood so near to one who held our lives, and possibly his country's life, in his hands. How little I dreamed that some day I would have the great honor of sitting beside him at my own table. Yet this occurred. Now he spoke, "Men, pu-sh right along; close up fast, and hurry over." Two or three men on mules attempted to wedge past the soldiers on the bridge. Grant noticed it, and quietly said, "Lieutenant, ar- rest those men and send them to tEe rear.'' Every soldier passing turned to gaze on him. But there was no further recognition. There was no Mc- Clellan begging the boys to allow him to light his cigar by theirs ; no inquiring to what regiment that exceedingly fine marching company belonged; there was no Pope bullying the men for not marching faster, reproving officers for neglecting trivial details remembered only by martinets ; there was no Bona- parte posturing for effect; no pointing to the pyra- 66 WITH FIRE AND SWORD mids, no calling the centuries to witness. There was no nonsense, no sentiment. Only a plain business man of the republic there for the one single purpose of getting that army across the river in the shortest time possible. In short, it was just plain General Grant, as he appeared on his way to Vicksburg. On a horse near by, and among the still mounted staff, sat the QeneraFs son, a bright-looking lad of perhaps eleven years. Fastened to his little waist by u broad yellow belt was his father's sword — ^that sword on whose clear steel was yet to be engraved "Vicksburg," "Spotsylvania," "The Wilderness," "Appomattox." The boy talked and jested with the bronzed soldiers near him, who laughingly inquired where we should camp that night; to which the young field marshal replied, "Oh, over the river." "Over the river!" Ah, that night we slept with our guns in our hands, and another night, and an- other, saw more than one of our division, and of my own regiment, camped over the river — in that last tenting ground — ^where the reveille was heard no more forever. My own command crossed the bridge that night by torchlight It was a strange weird scene. Many of the Rebel dead — ^killed beyond the stream by oiir cannon before our approach — still lay at the roadside or in fields unburied. At one turn in the road my WITH FIRE AND SWORD 67 regiment marched close by a Rebel battery that had been completely destroyed. Men, horses, and all lay there dead in indiscriminate heaps. The face of one boy lying there among the horses I shall never forget. It was daylight now, the bright sun was just rising, when I left the ranks a moment to step aside to see that boy. He was lying on his back. His face was young and fair, his beautiful brown hair curled almost in ringlets, and his eyes, brown and beautiful, were wide open; his hands were across his breast A cannonball had in an instant cut away the top of his head in as straight a line as if it had been done with a surgeon's saw. There had been no time for agony or pain. The boy's lips were almost in a smile. It was a Mississippi battery that had been torn to pieces there, and it may be that in a home near by a mother stood that morning praying for her boy. The South had such war costs as well as the North. My regiment now entered on all those rapid marches and battles in the rear of Vicksburg — ^Ray- mond, Jackson, Champion Hills, and the assaults on the breastworks about the city. For days we scarcely slept at all; it was hurry here and quickstep there, day or night. None of us soldiers or subordinates could tell the direction we were marching. We had few rations, little water, and almost no rest. We 68 WITH FIRE AND SWORD had left oiir base at the river, and in a large sense we were cut off and surrounded all the time. The capture of a Rebel scout at once changed everything. Through him Grant learned how hurrying diVS of the enemy were about to unite. A quick move could checkmate everything. Indeed, it was noth- ing but a great game of chess that was being played, only we, the moving pieces, had blood and life. At one time Grant's army was as likely to be captured as to capture. My regiment, like all the others, hur- ried along the country roads through dust that came to the shoe top. The atmosphere was yellow with it. The moving of a column far away could be traced by it. We followed it in the way that Joshua's army fol- lowed the mighty cloud. As we passed farms where there was something to eat the captains would call out to a dozen men of the line to hurry in, carry off all they could, and pass it over to the companies still marching. It was a singular looking army. So whole regiments tramped along with sides of bacon or sheaves of oats on the points of their bayonets. We dared not halt When we bivouacked, long after dark, often it was the dust of the roadside. We always lay upon our arms. Sometimes there was a little fire, oftener there was none. The fat bacon was eaten raw. My regiment was in advance at the engagement WITH FIEE AND SWORD 69 at Raymond ; also at Jackson. At Jackson it rained and thundered fearfully during the battle. A Rebel battery was on a green slope right in front of us, pouring a terrible shelling into us as we approached it from the Raymond road. The shocks of thunder so intermingled with the shocks from the guns that we could not tell the one from the other, and many times a sudden crash of thunder caused us all to drop to the ground, fearing a cannonball would cut its swath through the raiment. We were marching in columns of fours. Shortly, we formed line of battle, and in rushing to the left through a great canebrake, while we were advancing in battle line under a fire of musketry, the order was given to lie down. We obeyed quickly. How closely, too, we hugged the ground and the depression made by a little brook 1 While I lay there it happened that my major (Mar- shall) was close behind me on horseback. He had no orders to dismount. I ex)uld glance back and see his face as the bullets zipped over our heads or past him. He sat on his horse as quiet as a statue, save that with his right hand he constantly twisted his mustache. He looked straight into the cane-brake. He was a brave man. Could the enemy behind the forests of cane have seen where they were firing he would not have lived a minute. Shortly there was 70 WITH FIRE AND SWORD roaring of cannon and quick charges at the other side of the town. Jackson was won. At daylight the next morning we hurried in the direction of Champion Hills. At our left, as we went down the road, the battlefield of the day be- fore was strewn with corpses of our own men. In a few minutes the brave Seventeenth R^ment of Iowa had lost 80 men at this spot, out of 350 en- gaged in an assault. My friend Captain Walden received honorable mention, among others, for gal- lantry in this Jackson charge. A few hundred yards off I noticed a man in a field quite alone, dig- ging in the ground. Out of curiosity I went to him and asked what he was doing alone when the regiments were all hurrying away. A brown blanket covered something near by. He pointed to it and said that two of his brothers lay dead under that blanket. He was digging a grave for them. He went on with his work and I hurried to over- take my command. This was the 15th of May, 1863. I did not know it then, but shortly I was to see General Grant in the midst of battle. I was to see several other things, and feel some of them also. My situation as to the Fifth Regiment was a peculiar one; being the quartermaster sergeant, I belonged to no company in particular. The good WITH FIRE AND SWORD 71 colonel, however, knowing my love for adventure, and that I was never lacking in duty, allowed me to attach myself to any company I liked, provided only, that there was a reliable substitute perform- ing my duties with the train at the rear. I had no trouble in securing such a substitute, usually found among the slightly wounded soldiers. Since we crossed the Mississippi I had marched and carried my rifle all the way, — had been in every skirmish and engagement. Sometimes I tramped along with my old Company B of Newton, sometimes I went with the extreme left of the regi- ment I was no more heroic than all the others in the command, but I was fond of the risk and the excitement of battle. I woidd have resigned my warrant as quartermaster sergeant in a moment rather than miss a hard march or an engagement, let the chance be what it might. I think my love of adventure, and my seeking it so often away from my proper post of duty at the rear, was often the occasion of amused comment. Once when marching at the left I heard our surgeon. Carpen- ter, cry out to another ofiicer riding beside him: "There's a fight to-day. Look out The sign^s sure. The quartermaster sergeant has got his gun.*' None of us private soldiers now really knew in what direction we were marching. We heard only 72 WITH FIRE AND SWOED that the enemy was concentrating at Edwards Ferry Station, between us and Big Black River. General Crocker of my State was now leading our divi- sion, and the magnificent General McPherson com- manded the army corps. The night of May 15 the division bivouacked in the woods by the side of a road that leads from Bolton toward Vicksburg. We marched hard and late that day. The morning of the 16th my regiment was up and getting breakfast long before daylight. The breakfast con- sisted of some wet dough cooked on the ends of ram- rods; nothing more. Troops were hurrying past our bivouac by day- light. Once I went out to the roadside to look about a bit. It was scarcely more than early day- light, yet cannon could occasionally be heard in the far distance, something like low thunder. As I stood there watching some batteries hurrying along I noticed a general and his staff gallop through tEe woods, parallel with the road. They were leaping logs, brush, or whatever came in their way. It was General Grant, hurrying to the front. Shortly came the orders, "Fall in !" and we too were hurry- ing along that road toward Champion Hills. By ten o^clock the sound of the cannon fell thundering on our ears, and we hurried all we could, as riders came back saying the battle had already begun. Aa WITH FIRE AND SWORD 73 we approached the field the sound of great salvod of musketry told us the hour had surely come. The sound was indeed terrible. At the left of the road we passed a pond of dirty water. All who could broke ranks and filled can* teens, knowing that in the heat of the fight we would need the water terribly. I not only filled my canteen, I filled my stomach with the yellow fluid, in order to save that in the canteen for a critical moment. Just then there was in front of us a ter- rific crashing, not like musketry, but more like the falling down of a thousand trees at once. Our brigade, a small one, was hurried into line of battle at the edge of an open field that sloped down a little in front of us and then up to a wood-covered ridge. That wood was full of the Rebel army. Fighting was going on to the right and left of us, and bullets flew into our own line, wounding some of us as we stood there waiting. There was an old well and curb at the immediate right of my regi- ment, and many of our boys were climbing over each other to get a drop of water. Soon the bullets came faster, zipping, zipping among us, thicker and thicker. We must have been in full view of the enemy as we stood there, not flring a shot. Our line stood still in terrible suspense, not knowing why we were put under fire without directions to 74 WITH FIRE AND SWORD shoot. Zipl zip! zip! came the Rebel bullets, and now and then a boy in blue would groan, strike his hand to a wounded limb or arm, drop his gun and fall to the rear; or perhaps he fell in his tracks dead, without uttering a word. We too, who saw it, uttered no word, but watched steadily, anxiously at the front. Then General Grant himself rode up behind us, and so close to the spot where I stood, that I could have heard his voice. He leaned against his little bay horse, had the inevitable cigar in his mouth, and was calm as a statue. Possibly smoking so much tranquillized his nerves a little and aided in producing calmness. Still, Grant was calm every- where; but he also smoked everywhere. Be that ai? it may, it required very solid courage to stand there quietly behind that line at that moment. For my own part, I was in no agreeable state of mind. In short, I might be killed there at any moment, I thought, and I confess to having been nervous and alarmed. Every man in the line near me was look- ing serious, though determined. We had no reck- less fools near us, whooping for blood. Once a badly wounded man was carried by the litter-bear ers — the drummers of my regiment — close to the spot where the General stood. He gave a pitying glance at the man, I thought, — I was not twenty WITH FIRE AND SWORD 75 feet away, — ^but he neither spoke nor stirred. Then I heard an officer say, "We are going to charge/* It seems that our troops in front of us in the woods had been sadly repulsed, and now our division was to rush in and fight in their stead, and the com- mander-in-chief was there to witness our assault Two or three of us, near each other, expressed dis- satisfaction that the commander of an army in battle should expose himself, as General Grant was do- ing at that moment. When staff officers came up to him, he gave orders in low tones, and they would ride away. One of them, listening to him, glanced over our heads toward the Rebels awhile, looked* very grave, and gave some mysterious nods. The colonel who was about to lead us also came to the General's side a moment. He, too, listened, looked, and gave some mysterious nods. Something was about to happen. "My time has probably come now," I said to my- self, and with a little bit of disgust I thought of the utter uselessness of being killed there without even firing a shot in self-defense. The suspense, the anxiety, was indeed becoming fearfully intense. Soon General Grant quietly climbed upon his horse, looked at us once, and as quietly rode away. Then the colonel came along the line with a word to each officer. As he came near me he called me from the 76 WITH FIRE AND SWORD ranks and said: '^I want you to act as sergeant- major of the regiment in this battle/' I was sur- prised, but indeed very proud of this mark of con- fidence in me. "Hurry to the left," he continued. "Order the men to fix bayonets — quick!" I ran as told, shouting at the top of my voice, "Fix bayo- nets! fix bayonets!" I was not quite to the left, when I heard other voices yelling, "Forward I quick ! double quick! forward!" and the line was already on the run toward the Rebels. I kept up my shout- ing, "Fix bayonets !" for by some blunder the order had not been given in time, and now the men were trying to get their bayonets in place while running. We were met in a minute by a storm of bullets from the wood, but the lines in blue kept steadily on, as would a storm of wind and cloud moving among the tree-tops. Now we met almost whole companies of wounded, defeated men from the other division, hurrying by us, and they held up their bleeding and mangled hands to show us they had not been cowards. They had lost twelve hun- dred men on the spot we were about to occupy. Some of them were laughing even, and yelling at us: ^Wade in and give them hell." We were wading in faster than I am telling the story. On the edge of a low ridge we saw a solid wall of men in gray, their muskets at their shoulders WITH FIRE AND SWORD 77 blazing into oiir faces and their batteries of artil- lery roaring as if it were the end of the world. Bravely they stood there. They seemed little over a hundred yards away. There was no charging further by our line. We halted, the two lines stood still, and for over an hour we loaded our guns and killed each other as fast as we could. The firing and the noise were simply appalling. Now, I was not scared. The first shot I fired seemed to take all my fear away and gave me courage enough to calmly load my musket at the muzzle and fire it forty times. Others, with more cartridges, fired possibly oftener still. Some of the regiments in that bloody line were resupplied with cartridges from the boxes of the dead. In a moment I saw Captain Lindsey throw up his arms, spring upward and fall dead in his tracks. Corporal McCuUy was struck in the face by a shell. The blood covered him all over, but he kept on firing. Lieutenant Darling dropped dead, and other officers near me fell wounded. I could not see far to left or right, the smoke of battle was covering everything. I saw bodies of our men lying near me without knowing who they were, though some of them were my messmates in the morning. The Rebels in front we could not see at all. We simply fired at their lines by guess, and 78 WITH FIEE AND SWOED occasionally the blaze of their guns showed exactly where they stood. They kept their line like a wall of fire. When I fired my first shot I had resolved to aim at somebody or something as long as I could see, and a dozen times I tried to bring down an of- ficer I dimly saw on a gray horse before me. Pretty soon a musket ball struck me fair in the breast. "I am dead, now," I said, almost aloud. It felt as if someone had struck me with a club. I stepped back a few paces and sat down on a log to finish up with the world. Other wounded men were there, covered with blood, and some were lying by mo dead. I spoke to no one. It would have been use- less ; thunder could scarcely have been heard at that moment. My emotions I have almost forgotten. 1 remember only that something said to me, "It is honorable to die so." I had not a thought of friends, or of home, or of religion. The stupendous things going on aroimd me filled my mind. On getting my breath a little I found I was not hurt at all, — simply stunned; the obliquely-fired bullet had struck the heavy leather of my cartridge belt and glanced away. I picked up my gun, stepped back into the line of battle, and in a moment was shot through the hand. The wound did not hurt ; I was too excited for that. The awful roar of battle now grew more terrific, if possible. I wonder that a man on either side was WITH FIRE AND SWORD 79 left alive. Biting the ends off my cartridges, my mouth was .filled with gunpowder; the thirst was intolerable. Every soldier's face was black as a negro's, and, with some, blood from wounds trickled down over the blackness, giving them a horrible look. Once a boy from another part of the line to our left ran up to me crying out: "My regiment is gone! what shall I do?" There was now a little moment's lull in the howling noise; something was going on. "Blaze away right here," I said to the boy, and he com- menced firing like a veteran. Then I heard one of our own line cry, "My God, they're flanking us!'' I looked to where the boy had come from. His regiment had indeed given way. The Rebels had poured through the gap and were already firing into our rear and yelling to us to surrender. In a mo- ment we would be surroimded. It was surrender or try to get back past them. I ran like a race- horse,—so did the left of the regiment, amid a storm of bullets and yells and curses. I saved my musket, anyway. I think all did that, — ^but that half-mile race through a hot Mississippi sun, with bullets and cannonballs plowing the fields behind us, will never be forgotten. My lungs seemed to be burning up. Once I saw our regimental flag lying by a log, the color-bearer wounded or dead. 80 WITH FIRE AND SWORD I cried to a comrade flying near me, "Duncan Teter, it is a shame — ^the Fifth Iowa running/' Only the day before Teter had been reduced to the ranks for some offense or another. He picked up the flag and with a great oath dared me to stop and defend it. For a moment we two tried to rally to the flag the men who were running by. We might as well have yelled to a Kansas cyclona Then Captain John Tait, rushing by, saw us, stopped, and, recognizing the brave deed of Corporal Teter, promoted him on the spot But the oncoming storm was irresistible, and, carrying the flag, we all again hurried rearward. We had scarcely passed the spot where I had seen Grant mount his horse before the charge when a whole line of Union can- non, loaded to the muzzle with grape-shot and can- nister, opened on the howling mob that was pursu- ing us. The Rebels instantly halted, and now again it seemed our turn. A few minutes rest for breath and our re-formed lines once more dashed into the woods. In half an hour the battle of Champion Hills was won, and the victorious Union army was shortly in a position to compel the surrender of the key to the Mississippi River. Grant's crown of im- mortality was won, and the jewel that shone most brightly in it was set there by the blood of the men of Champion Hills. Had that important battle WITH FIRE AND SWORD 81 failed, Grant's army, not Pemberton's, would have become prisoners of war. Where then would have been Vicksburg, Spotsylvania, Ridimond, Appo- mattox? Six thousand blue- and gray-coated men were ly- ing there in the woods, dead or wounded, when the last gun of Champion Hills was fired. Some of the trees on the battlefield were tall magnolias, and many of their limbs were shot away. The trees were in full bloom, their beautiful blossoms contrast- ing with the horrible scene of battle. Besides kill- ing and wounding three thousand of the enemy, we had also captured thirty cannon and three thousand prisoners. When the troops went off into the road to start in pursuit of the flying enemy, I searched over the battlefield for my best friend, poor Captain Poag, with whom I had talked of our Northern homes only the night before. He lay dead among the leaves, a bullet hole in his forehead. Somebody buried him, but I never saw his grave. Another friend I found dying. He begged me only to place him against o tree, and with leaves to shut the burning sun away from his face. While I was doing this I heard the groaning of a Rebel officer, who lay helpless in a little ditch. He called to me to lift him out, as he was shot through both thighs, and suffering terri- 82 WITH FIEE AND SWORD bly. "Yes," I said, "as soon as I get my friend here arranged a little comfortably/^ His reply was pathetic. "Yes, that's right; help your own first." I had not meant it so. I instantly got to him and, with the aid of a comrade, pulled him out of the ditch. He thanked me and told me he was a lieu- tenant colonel, and had been shot while riding in front of the spot where he lay. I eased his posi- tion as best I could, but all that nighty with many another wounded soldier, blue and gray, he was left on the desolate battlefield. Now I realized how terrible the fire had been about us, — ^for some comrades counted two hundred bullet marks on a single oak tree within a few feet of where the left of the regiment had stood loading and firing that awful hour and a half. Most of the bullets had been fired too high, else we had all been killed. Near by lay the remains of a Rebel battery. Every horse and most of the cannoneers lay dead in a heap, the caissons and the gun carriages torn to pieces by our artillery. Never in any battle had T seen such a picture of complete annihilation of men, animals, and material as was the wreck of this bat- tery, once the pride of some Southern town — ^its young men, the loved ones of Southern homes, lying there dead among their horses. That was war I Some weeks after this battle, and aftiwr Vicka- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 83 burg had been won, my regiment \vas marched in pursuit of Joe Johnston, and we recrossed this same battlefield. We reached it in the night and bivouacked on the very spot where we had fought. It was a strange happening. Our sensations were very unusual, for we realized that all about us there in the woods were the graves of our buried comrades and the still unburied bones of many of our foes. Save an occasional hooting owl the woods were sad and silent Before we lay down in the leaves to sleep the glee club of Company B sang that plaintive song, "We're Tenting To-night on the Old Camp Groimd." Never was a song sung under sadder circumstances. All the night a terri- ble odor filled the bivouac. When daylight came one of the boys came to our company and said, "Go over to that hollow, and you will see hell." Some of us went. We looked but once. Dante himself never conjured anything so horrible as the reality before us. After the battle the Rebels in their haste had tossed hundreds of their dead into this little ravine and slightly covered them over with earth, but the rains had come, and the earth was washed away, and there stood or lay hundreds of half-de- cayed corpses. Some were grinning skeletons, some were headless, some armless, some had their clothes torn away, and some were mangled by dogs and 84 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD wolves. The horror of that spectacle followed us for weeks. That, too, was war I I have written this random but true sketch of personal recollections of a severe battle because it may help young men who are anxious for adven- ture and war, as I was, to first realize what war really is. My experiences probably were the same as hundreds of others in that same battle. I only tell of what was nearest me. A third of my com- rades who entered this fight were lost. Other Iowa and other Western regiments suffered equally or more. General Hovey's division had a third of its nimaiber slain. I have been in what history pro- nounces greater battles than Champion Hills, but only once did I ever see two lines of blue and gray stand close together and fire into each other's faces for an hour and a half. I think the courage of the private soldiers, standing in that line of fire for that awful hour and a half, gave us Vicksburg, made Grant immortal as a soldier, and helped to save this country. But I must return to that afternoon of the battle. All that could be assembled of our men gathered in line in a road near the field. It was nearly dark. Sergeant Campbell walked about, making a list of the dead and wounded of Com- pany B. As I was not now on the company rolls. WITH FIRE AND SWOED 86 being quartermaster sergeant, my name was not put down as one of the wounded. Nor, seeing how many were sadly torn to pieces, did I think my wound worth reporting. Shortly General Grant passed us in the road. Knowing well how the regi- ment had fought in the battle, he rode to where our colors hung over a stack of muskets and saluted them. We all jumped to our feet and dieered. He spoke a few words to the colonel and rode on into the darkness. That night we marched ahead, and in the morning bivouacked in the woods as a reserve for troops fighting at the Black Eiver bridge. There it was that Orant reached the crisis of his career. While sitting on his horse waiting to witness a charge by Lawler^s brigade, a staflF oflScer overtook him, bringing a peremptory order from Washing- ton to abandon the campaign and take his army to Port Hudson to help General Banks. That mo- ment Grant glanced to the right of his lines and saw a dashing officer in his shirt sleeves suddenly come out of a cluster of woods, leading his brigade to the assault It was General Lawler, and in five minutes the Rebel breastworks were carried, the enemy in flight or drowning in the rapid river. Then Grant turned to the staflF officer and simply said, ''See that charge! I thinJc it is too late to abandon this campaign/* The movements that were 86 WITH FIEE AND SWOKD to make him immortal went on. Had that order of Halleck'Sy written of course without knowledge of the recent victories, been followed, Banks, and not Grant, would have been first commander in the West Had Lawler's charge failed just then and the battle been lost, Grant could have had no ex- cuse for not obeying the order that staff oflScer held in his hand, directing him to abandon what turned out to be one of the great campaigns of history. While sitting there in his saddle at the close of that diarge, General Grant wrote a little note in pencil, the original of which is among my treasured souve- nirs of the war : "1 'Deab General: Lawler's brigade stormed the enemy's works a few minutes since; carried them, capturing from two thousand to three thousand prisoners, ten guns, so far as heard from, and probably more will be found. The enemy have fired both bridges. A. J. Smith captured ten guns this morning, with teams, men, and ammunition. I send you a note from Colonel Wright. 'Tours, 'U. S. Grant, M. G. "To Major General Sherman." CHAPTER VIII Assaults on the walls of Vicksburg — ^Logan in battle — An army mule — ^A promotion under the guns of Vicks- burg— ^A storm of iron hail at Vicksburg — ^The Vicks- burg clock — The town surrenders — ^The glad news — Reading my first order to the regiment — ^My regiment put on guard in the captured city — ^Bight days' furlough in four years of war. The next morning (the 18th) my regiment crossed the pontoon bridge over the Big Black and marched eight miles further toward Vicksburg. Now we knew we were getting close to the Rich- mond of the West. As we crossed the Black River we gazed with curiosity at the half-bumed bridge from which so many unfortunates had been hurled into the water by our artillery the day before. After Lawler^s charge thousands had tried to get over the stream by the trestle-work and bridge, or by swimming. General Osterhaus, seeing the fugi- tives from a high point where he stood, cried out to his batteries: "Now, men, is the time to give them helL" Twenty cannon instantly hurled their iron missiles at the bridge, and the flying soldiers fell to 87 88 WITH FIRE AND SWORD the ground or into the foaming river, ahnost by hiindreda. "Lost at Black River/^ was the only message that ever reached the home of many a Southern soldier of that day. On the 19th, at two o'clock, a terrible assault Nvas made by the army on the walls of Vicksburg. My own regiment, still in McPherson's corps, lay close to the Jackson wagon road and under a tre- mendous thimdering of the enemy's artillery. We suffered little, however. Once I was ordered to help some men build sheds of brush for the wounded. This was in a ravine behind us. In an hour the work was done, and as I crept up the slope to get forward to my regiment again I heard the loud voice of some oiBScer on horseback. It was General John A. Logan. The enemy's artillery was sweeping the field at this point, but I could still hear Logan's voice above the battle, cheering a number of soldiers that were near. 'We have taken this fort and we have taken that," he cried in tones that were simply stentorian. ^'We are giving them hell everywhere." He was in full uniform, his long black hair swept his shoulders, his eyes flashed fire, he seemed the incarnation of the reck- less, fearless soldier. He must have thought can- nonballs would not hurt him. For five minutes, perhaps, I stood in a little dip in the ground, com- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 89 paratively protected, while he rode up and down under a storm of connonballs, calling at the top of his warrior's voice. I expected every moment to see him drop from his horse, but nothing happened, and I went on to the line where all our men were closely hugging the ground. Soon I, too, was stretched on the ground, making myself as thin as I could. On the 20th we advanced still closer to the frown- ing works. It was only a thousand yards to the forts of Vicksburg. We moved up in the darkness that night. I think no one knew how close we were being taken to the enemy. We lay down in line of battle and in the night our line was moved a little. When daylight came my regiment was no little astonished to find that we were on an open place in full view of the enemy. A comrade and I rose from the ground and commenced our toilet, by pour- ing water into each other's hands from our canteens. Almost at that moment the Rebels had caught sight of our men lying there in long lines so close to them, and instantly commenced throwing shells at us. My friend and I left our morning toilet un- completed and, seizing our rifles, we all stood in line waiting. We could see the flags of the enemy above the forts distinctly. With a glass the gun- ners could be seen at their guns, hurling shot and 90 WITH FIRE AND SWORD shell at us. We were in a perilous and helpless po- sition. We were also very tired and hungry, for we had had nothing whatever to eat. But here we stayed, and by the next morning our skirmishers had advanced so close to the Vicksburg forts that the Rebel gunners could reach us but little. Our gunboats too, down in the river now commenced hurling mighty bombs and balls into the city. On the morning of the 22d of May all the bat- teries of the army and the big guns of the river fleet bombarded the city for an hour, and under the fog and the smoke of the battle the infantry ad- vanced to assault the works. It was a perilous un- dertaking. The day was fearfully hot; the forts, ten feet high, were many and powerful ; the ditches in front of them were seven feet deep. That made seventeen feet to climb in the face of musketry. In battle line, my regiment ran down into the ravines in front and then up the opposite slope to the smoking breastwork. The colonel had ordered me to fasten two ammu- nition boxes across a mule and follow the regiment into the assault. I was to lead my mule. A soldier with a bush was to beat him from behind, so as to hurry him over an exposed bit of ground at our front The moment my mule appeared in full sight of the enemy the bullets commenced whizzing past WITH FIRE AND SWORD 91 us. The mule, true to his ancestral instinct, com* menced pulling backward. Yelling and pounding and pulling helped none at all. Two or three bul- lets struck the boxes on his back, and before we had pulled him half across he braced himself, held his ears back, and stood stock still. That moment the bridle came off. My assistant dodged back to our rifle pit and I hurried down to the ravine in front. The mule, too, as luck would have it, also ran now, — ran down into the ravine beside me, right where he was wanted. I tied him to a little bush and, awful as the situation about me was, I almost laughed to see the antics of that animal's ears as the bullets whizzed past him. My regiment was all lying against the hill close up to the fort. In front of them was the ditch seven feet deep, beyond them an armed fort ten feet high, emitting a constant blaze of cannon and musketry. The sun was broiling hot. I crept along ' the line of the regiment and gave ammunition to every company; then I crept back a little to where my mule was still alive and his ears still at their antics. Lying there in the line beside the boys, roasting in the sun and suffering from the musketry in front, was our brave Colonel Boomer, leading the brigade. He asked me once what I was doing, and^ when I told him, he gave me some oompli- 92 WITH FIRE AND SWOED ments in a kind, but sad, low tone. Now I saw a company of men creep by me, dragging little lad- ders in their hands. They were to make a rush and throw these ladders across the ditch of the forts for the assaulters to cross on. They were all volunteers for a work that seemed sure dealt. 1 looked in each hero's face as he passed me, knowing almost that he would be dead in a few minutes. Scarcely a dozen of them returned alive. My r^- ment, with the rest of the assaulters, was simply being shot to pieces without a hope of getting into the forts. We fell back under the smoke of tho battle as best we could, only to be led into an as- sault at another point. McClemand had sent Grant word that he had taken a fort on our left. He wanted help to hold it. Our division, now led by Quimby, was double quicked to the next place of assault. I saved my mule. Again I strapped two ammunition boxes over his back and followed the regiment This time I did not risk my mule so close in the battle, but took all the cartridges I could carry in my arms and went to the left of the regiment. Once I saw a body lying on the grass by me, with a handkerchief over the face. I went up and looked. It was our own Colonel Boomer, who had spoken so kindly to me in the morning. A useless charge had already WITH FIRE AND SWOED 93 been made by the brigade and he, with many brave men, was dead. Some of my own company lay dead there too. One of them had come from Iowa and joined his brother in the company that very morn- ing. All the assaulting of the 22d of May and all the sacrifice of life had been for nothing. Vicks- burg was not taken. Now commenced the regular siege of the city. We hid ourselves behind ridges, in hollows, and in holes in the groimd, as best we could. Commimi- cation with our gunboats on the Yazoo was opened, and we had plenty to eat and ammunition enough to bombard a dozen cities. Then the bombardment commenced indeed, and lasted to the end, forty-four days. We often threw three hundred cannonballs and shells a day into the city. The whole Rebel army was also hidden in holes and hollows. All the people of Vicksburg lived in caves at the sides of the hills or along the bluffs of the river. Their homes now were like swallows' nests, with small entrances in the face of hills and bluffs and big, dug-out chambers inside. It was a strange life. With the eternal hail of cannon over them day and night, and starvation a familiar figure to them, it must have been a horrible one. Now we advanced our rifle pits and trenches and mines close up to the Rebel forts, though our main 94 WITH FIRE AND SWOED Knes lay in the ravines and on the ridge a few hun- dred feet farther back. As for me, when not looking after the ammunition, a trifling duty now, I was in the trenches with the others. One morning when out there at the front among our riflemen, who were forever blazing day and night at every Rebel fort and rifle pit, I noticed our good Colonel Matthies creeping along the trench to where I was. He had a package of brown paper in Us hand. Imagine my surprise and pride to have him come to me and say: "Sergeant, this ojBScer's sash is yours.^^ Then he announced my appointment as adjutant of the regiment. He had been made a general now, and would soon leave for his new command. This sash was one that he had worn and honored on many a battlefield. Is it any wonder that now, after the long and perilous years, it is preserved by me as a souvenir of honor? Soon after, I went to a sutler's store on the Yazoo River to buy a sword and uniform. In those days swords were not given to officers by committees in dress coats, until they had been earned. This little trip to get my sword almost cost me my life. My path to the river, six miles away, lay partly along a ridge and partly close to an empty Rebel fort. This fort showed scarcely any signs of hav- ing ever been used. I stayed all night with the WITH FIRE AND SWORD 96 sutler, whom I knew very well, and at noon on a hot day started, on my big yellow government horse, to go back to my regiment. My sword was buckled on me and my new uniform was tied in a bundle on my saddle-bow. It was too hot to ride fast, and my horse almost slept as he slowly carried me close by the seemingly abandoned fort. Sud- denly there was a crash and a whole volley of mus- ketry rattled about my ears. My poor horse fell dead. It was a quick awakening, but I managed to pull my bundle from the saddle-bow and to es- cape into a ravine where our own troops lay. There I learned that the fort had been occupied by the Rebels in the night, while I was with the sutler. It was a close call for me. One of the boys de- clared he could save my saddle and bridle. "Take them as a present," I said, "if you can get them." He crept up to where my dead horse lay, and as he rose to his feet to undo the saddle another volley from the fort hastened him to the ravine. I laughed. "If your saddle and bridle were made of gold and silver," he shouted at me as he ran back, "I wouldn't try it again." Slowly and without perceptible advance the siege went on. The little battery that my regiment had saved at luka was still with us and behind some breastworks at our immediate right. It was no un- 96 WITH FIRE AND SWORD common thing to see even Grant himself come along and stop and watch Captain Sears' guns knock the dirt up from some fort in front of us. One day this battery wounded a man who was running be- tween two Rebel breastworks. The enemy tried to secure his body, but every soul that showed himself for an instant was shot by our riflemen. For half an hour this shooting over one poor man's body was kept up, until it seemed that a battle was taking place. Now our lines were so close together that our pickets often had a cup of coffee or a chew of tobacco with the Rebel pickets at night Drummer Bain, of my company, had a brother among the soldiers inside Vicksburg. One night he met him at the picket line, and together they walked all through the beleagured town. But such things were danger- ous business and had to be kept very quiet. The weather was now very warm and fine, some of the nights clear moonlight, and when the guns had stopped their roaring many a time in the quiet night we heard the bell clock on the Vicksburg Court House measuring out the hours. It is said that this clock never stopped for an instant in all the siege, nor under the hundred cannon that rained iron hail into the town. At night, too, the big mortars from our fleet some miles from us tossed WITH FIRE AND SWOED 97 mighty bombs into the air, that sailed like blazing comets and fell at last among the people hidden in their eaves. • One day Governor Kirkwood of Iowa visited our regiment and made a speech to us in a hollow back of our line. We cheered, and the Rebels, hear- ing us and knowing we must be assembled in masses, hurled a hundred cannonballs and shells over our heads, yet I think few were hurt. This was the 3d of June. Every night that we lay there on the line we went to sleep fearing to be waked by an attack from the army of Rebels under Johnston, now assembled at our rear. This was the force we most feared, not the army we had penned up in Vicksburg. Nevertheless, the batteries in front of us gave us enough to do to prevent any ennui on our part. On the 15 th of June the enemy got one big gun in a position to rake from our left the ravine in- which my regiment was lying. We all stuck close to our little caves on the ridge side, and few got hurt.. In the meantime we were working day and night putting more breastworks in front of us, though we were now but four hundred yards away from the Rebel lines. Here, as many times elsewhere, I copy from my diary. "Last night, the 16th, the major of our resriment, Marshall, took two hundred men and , worked all night digging new 98 WITH FIRE AND SWOED ditches and building breastworks. It was rainy and muddy. The Rebels heard us at the work and in the darkness slipped up and captured a few men. Some of the enemy, however, also got taken in. This is the kind of work that is going on eveiy night until daybreak, and then we fire bullets all the day into the enemy^s lines, to prevent their re- pairing their forts. The cannonading and the rifle shooting never cease. The roar is simply incessant, and yet when off duty we sleep like newborn babes. "All the region we are in is hills and ravines^ brush and cane-brake, with here and there a little cotton field. Nature defends Vicksburg more than a dozen artnies could. She has built scores of po- sitions around the town strong as anything at Sevastapol." The rumors kept coming of a purposed attack on our rear. On the 20th of June, at four o'clock in the morning, all the cannon on Grant's lines and all the cannon on the gunboats opened fire on the town and thimdered at it for six mortal hours. They must have been awful hours for the people inside. No such cannonading ever took place on the conti- nent before or since. We private soldiers did not know the exact object of this fearful bombardment. The Rebels probably lay in battle line, expecting an assault, and must have suffered greatly. WITH FIRE AND SWOED 99 In the night of the 22d of June, at midnight rumors again came of a great Rebel army marching on our rear. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and my regiment, together with whole divisions of the army, received orders to hurry back toward Black River, where cavalry skirmishing had taken place. No battle came on, but for two days we lay in line of battle, or else built breastworks for de- fense. On the 3d of July, as we were bivouacked in a little wood, news came that the whole Rebel army in Vicksburg had prepared to surrender the next day, the Nation's jubilee day. Instantly the regi- ment was ordered to fall in. I had no little pride in reading to the men the dispatch from Gen- eral Grant announcing the great news. It was the first order I had ever read to the regiment as its adjutant, and its great importance gratified me much. The whole command acted as if they were drunken or had suddenly lost their minds. Privates and officers shook hands and laughed and wept, while majors and colonels turned somersaults on the grass. It was indeed a great moment to us alL Twenty-seven thousand men, with twenty-four gen- erals and one hundred and eighty cannon, was a great capture. We all knew we had made history on that day. 100 WITH FIRE AND SWOED Now the whole Kebel army passed out along the roads where we lay. I sat on a rail fence near our bivouac and watched the host go by. The officers all looked depressed, but the soldiers seemed glad the suspense and danger were over and that now they could have enough to eat. Our regiment freely divided with them all we had. "After a few days pursuit of Johnston's army at our rear (now suddenly our front), my regi- ment is ordered into Vicksburg. We pass in over the breastworks that had been so terrible to us a few days before. Looking at them, I wonder at our hardihood in assaulting them. It would be hard to climb through these ditches and into these forts even were no cannon and no deadly muskets behind them. My. regiment is put on duty as a city guard. It now seems strange enough to be guarding the very town and the very forts we had so recently been assaulting. There are other troops here, but the Fifth Iowa is the guard proper. We find the town badly battered up, with terrible signs of war everywhere. There, too, were the graves of the dead and brave defenders. If wrong, they still had been brave men." Years afterward, a shaft was put up to their memory, and on it I read these words : WITH FIRE AND SWOED 101 "We care not whence they came. Dear in their lifeless clay. Whether unknown, or known to fame. Their cause and country's still the same. They died, and they wore the gray." The weather continued hot while we were there guarding the town, and the place was very sickly; many citizens and very many colored soldiers died. It was pitiable to see how little people cared, even our own soldiers, whether these poor negro soldiers died or lived. Our own regiment suffered little, yet on July 28 seventy were in the hospital. We camped at Randolph and Locust streets, and spite of the mer- cury's being 100 degrees in the shade, had pleasant soldier times. I mounted the guard eveiy morning and then spent most of the day reading to the colonel, who was sick. In September I secured a leave of absence to go North. For the only time during the four years' war I visited my home. I was there but eight days, half of my time having been lost by the steamer I was on sticking on sandbars. I saw strange sights in the North in those few days — ^women and children and old men reaping the fields; home guards training at every village; cripples and hospitals everywhere. Yet in spite of war prosperity was blessing the North. CHAPTER IX Sherman's army floats across the Tennessee River at mid- night— ^Washington at the Delaware nothing compared to this — ^We assault Missionary Ridge — An awful battle — My capture. On my return from my home to my regiment T f oimd it had been transported to Memphis, where, as a part of General Sherman's army corps, we were now to make a forced march to relieve Rosecrans' army at Chattanooga. Chickamauga had been lost. The Union army lying under Lookout Mountain was starving and its destruction almost certain. We made now the march of four hundred miles from the Tennessee River, at Florence, in twenty days, without incident On the 22d of November, 1863, we beheld the heights of Lookout Mountain and Mis- sionary Ridge. November 23, 1863, and the great battle of Chat- tanooga was about to begin. The victorious Rebel army, seventy-five thousand strong, lay intrenched along the heights of Missionary Ridge and on top of Lookout Mountain. My regiment was in Sher- man's corps that had just hurried across from Mem- 102 WITH FIEE AND SWOED 108 phis. We had marched twenty miles a day. Now this corps was to form the left of Grant's forces, cross a deep river in the darkness, and assault the nearly inaccessible position of Bragg's army. That night we lay in bivouac in the woods close by the Tennessee River. We very well knew that 116 rude pontoon boats had been built for us and were lying hidden in a creek near by. We had almost no ra- tions for the army. As for the horses and mules, they had already starved to death by the thijusands, and were lying around everywhere. Robccran's army had been virtually besieged, and was about to starve or surrender when Grant came on ;o the ground and took command. When Sherman'*! corps got up it was decided to stake all on a greut battle. If defeated, we should probably all be lost. All the men in Sherman's corps who were to make the first great assault realized that, and they realized also the danger we were now to encounter by attempting to cross that rapid river in the night. Midnight came and all were elill awake, though quiet in the bivouac At two o'clock we heard some quiet splashing in the water. It was the sound of muffled oars. The boats had come for us. Every man seized his rifle, for we knew what was i^ommg next. "Quietly, boys, fall in quietly,'' said the captains. Spades were handed to many of ns. We /^ 104 WITH FIRE AND SWORD did not ask for what, as we knew loo well. Qnietly, two by two, we slipped down to the water's edge and stepped into the rude flatboats that waited there. "Be prompt as you can, boys ; there's room for thirty in a boat," said a tall man in a long waterproof coat who stood on the bank near us la tlie darkness. Few of us had ever before heard the voice of nur Iieloved commander. Sherman's kind wor Is save us all cheer, and his personal presence, his sharing the danger we were about to undertake, gave us confi- dence. In a quarter of an hour a thousand of us were out in the middle of the river afloat in the daikness. Silent we sat there, our rifles and our spades across our knees. There was no sound bur the swashing of the water against the boats. We had strange feelings, the chief of which was probably the thought: Would the enemy on the opposite bank fire into us and drown us all? Every moment we expected a flash of musketry or a roar of cannon. We did not know that a ruse had been played on the pickets on the other side; that a boatload of our soldiers had crossed farther up and in the darkness caught every one of them without firing a shot. One only got away. Who knew how soon all of Braggs' army might be alarmed and upon us ? In half an hour we were out on the opposite bank WITH FIEE AND SWORD 106 and creeping along through the thicket^ a spade in one hand a rifle in the other. What might happen any moment we knew not Where was that escaped picket? And where was Braggs^ army? Instantly we formed in line of battle and commenced digging holes for ourselves. We worked like beavers, turn about ; no spade was idle for one moment. Daylight found us there, two thousand strong, with rifle pits a mile in length. Other brigades got over the river, pontoons soon were down; still other troops, whole divisions, were across, and forty cannon were massed close to the crossing to protect us. What a sight was that for General Bragg, when he woke up that morning at his headquarters* perch, on top of Mis- sionary Eidgel All that day we maneuvered under heavy cannonading and drove the enemy from hill to hill at our front. Some of the troops did heavy fighting, but the Eebels only fell back to their great position on the Ridge. That night my regiment stood picket at the front. The ground was cold and wet, none of us slept a wink, and we were almost freezing and starving. We had not slept, indeed, for a hundred hours. It had been one vast strain, and now a battle was coming on. All that night we who were on the picket line could hear the Rebel field batteries taking position on Mis- sionary Ridge, to fight us on the morrow. The morn- 106 WITH FIRE AND SWOED ing of the 25 th dawned clear and beautiful. Instantly whole divisions of troops commenced slaughtering each other for the possession of single hills and spurs. At times the battle in front of Sherman was a hand to hand encounter. My own brigade was so close that the Rebels even threw stones down upon us. Over to the far right Hooker's men were in possession of Lookout Mountain^ and were breaking in on the enemy's left flank. It was two o'clock when our division, my own regi- ment with it, received orders from Sherman to fix bayonets and join in the assault on Missionary Ridge. General J. E. Smith led the division, and General Matthies, our former colonel, led the brigade. We had to charge over the open, and by this time all the cannon in the Rebel army were brought to bear on the field we had to cross. We emerged from a little wood, and at that moment the storm of shot and shell became terrific. In front of us was a rail fence, and, being in direct line of fire, its splinters and frag- ments flew in every direction. "Jump the fence, men! tear it down!" cried the colonel. Never did men get over a fence more quickly. Our distance was nearly half a mile to the Rebel position. We started on a charge, running across the open fields. I had heard the roaring of heavy battle be- fore, but never such a shrieking of cannonballs and WITH FIRE AND SWORD 107 bursting of shell as met us on that charge. We could see the enemy working their guns, while in plain view other batteries galloped up, unlimbered, and let loose at us. Behind us our own batteries (forty cannon) were firing at the enemy over our heads, till the storm and roar became horrible. It sounded as if the end of the world had come. Halfway over we had to leap a ditch, perhaps six feet wide and nearly as many deep. Some of our regiment fell into this ditch and could not get out, a few tumbled in inten- tionally and stayed there. I saw this, and ran back and ordered them to get out, called them cowards, threatened them with my revolver; they did not move. Again I hurried on with the line. All of the officers were screaming at the top of their voices ; I, too, screamed, trying to make the men hear. "Steady I steady ! bear to the right ! keep in line ! DonH fire I don't fire!" was yelled till we all were hoarse and till the awful thunder of the cannon made all com- mands unheard and useless. In ten minutes, possibly, we were across the field and at the begining of the ascent of the Eidge. In- stantly the blaze of Rebel musketry was in our faces, and we began firing in return. It helped little, the foe was so hidden behind logs and stones and little breastworks. Still we charged, and climbed a fence in front of us and fired and charged again. Then 108 WITH FIRE AND SWORD the order was given to lie down and continue firing. That moment someone cried, "Look to the tunnel! They're coming through the tunnel." Sure enough, through a railway tunnel in the mountain the gray- coats were coming by hundreds. They were flank- ing us completely. "Stop them!" cried our colonel to thoije of us at the right. "Push them back." It was but the work of a few moments for four companies to rise to their feet and run to the timnel's mouth, firing as they ran. Too late ! an enfilading fire was soon cutting them to pieces. "Shall I nm over there too ?" I said to the colonel. We were both kneeling on the ground close to the regimental flag. He assented. When T rose to my feet and started it seemed as if even the blades of grass were being struck by bullets. As I ran over I passed many of my comrades stretched out in death, and some were screaming in agony. For a few min- utes the whole brigade faltered and gave way. Colonel Matthies, our brisrade commond rightfully or wrongfully, I took to my heels and escaped through the door which I had entered, leaving the fainting girl, the despair- ing father, and the astonished soldiers to arrange matters as they might. The girl recovered, I learned years afterward, and her father's house was one of the few that escaped the flames when Sherman started to the sea. From that night on I slept again at the roadsides, and as for rations, I might say I did not have any. The weather j^as terribly hot, but I spent my days wandering from regiment to regiment and from fort to fort, inspecting the positions and the works. I knew if I did get through, all this would be equal to any army corps for Sherman. Once I crept into a little deserted frajne house and, happening to find an old white palmetto hat there, I changed it for my own, on account of the heat I then laid my Rebel jacket and cap under the boards and, fastening my pantaloons up with a piece of broad red calico that happened to be with the hat, sallied out, seeing what I could see. I very soon saw more than I had calculated on. I had wan- dered well off to the right of the army and was quietly looking about when a squad of cavalry dashed 128 WITH FIEE AND SWOKD in, shouting, "The Yankees are on us !" There was a regiment of infantry close by, which sprang to its feet, and every man in sight was ordered to seize a gun and hurry to the front. I, too, was picked up, and before I had time to explain that I was just going over to my division a gun was in my hands and I was pushed into the line. The whole force ran for a quarter of an hour into the woods, firing as they ran, and shouting. Suddenly, as a few shots were fired into us, we stopped and formed line of battle. The skirmish was soon over. Some cavalry had flanked the Yanks and brought them in, and while their pockets were being gone through with by my fellow-soldiers I slipped to the rear, and was glad to get back into my own cap and jacket. I lay in the little empty house that night. Sher- man's army had been banging at the city fearfully, and setting houses on fire all night. It was a little revenge, I presume, for the losses in the skirmish in which I had taken so pictruesque a part. These shelled houses had emptied their occupants into the street, and a little after daylight I noticed a family, with its worldly baggage piled on a one-mule wagon, stop in front of my residence. "Here's a house out of range of bullets. Why not move in ?" I heard a manly voice call to the women and children, following with the traps. "Move in," I thought to' myself. WITH FIRE AND SWORD 129 "Well, they can stand it, if I can." The house con- sisted of but one large room, unceiled, and reaching to the rafters, with the exception of a small compart- ment, finished off and ceiled, in one comer. On top of this little compartment were my headquarters. In they moved, bag and baggage, and the women folks soon commenced preparing a meal outside, under the shadows of the front door. This half-finished room had been used as a butcher shop in the past, it seemed, and the meat hooks in the comer had served me as a ladder to mount to my perch on the ceiling. "Now, Johnny," chirped the wife, "do run uptown and buy some red and white muslin. We will make a Union flag, and when Sherman gits in, as he's bound to, we're jest as good Union folks as he is. You know I'm dyin' for real coffee. I'm tired of chicory and Injun bread, and I don't keer if Sher- man's folks is in to-morrow. We'll draw govern- ment rations, and be Union." These good people were probably "poor trash" of the South, not caring much which way the war went provided they could get rations. Their general talk, however, was of the real Rebel character, and it was an unsafe place for me to stop in. In an hour the banquet before the front door was prepared, and all hands went out to partake. Soon they were joined by a Rebel soldier, who seemed to be on a half -hour's 130 WITH FIRE AND SWORD furlough to visit the young lady of the party, ^hom I took to be his sweetheart. Sherman's army, I was sorry to learn from this soldier, was being simply "mowed out of existence." "All the woods about Atlanta were as a reeking corpse." Sherihan himself was in flight northward." By looking more closely through a chink in the weather-boarding of my hiding-place I discovered that he was reading all this dreadful information from a Copperhead newspaper from Chicago, and then I felt easier. Again, there was the talk about money purses made of Yankee's scalps and finger rings from Yankee bones ; and during the dinner I was no little astonished to see this valiant Southerner exhibit to his eager listeners a veritable ring, rough and yellow, made, as he said, from the bones of one of Sherman's cavalrymen. This was probably brag. The banquet of cucumbers, chicory, and Injun bread was about terminating. My soldier with the ring had used up his furlough and was gone. The house was still empty, and it was now, or never, if I proposed getting down from my perch witKout alarm. My plan was silently to climb down the meat hooks which I had ascended and to slip out at the still open back door of the house. On peeping over the edge of the ceiling, however, what was my amazement WITH FIKE AND SWOKD 131 to see a bull-dog of immense proportions tied to one of my hooks! Here was a "situation" ! He was sound asleep, but had an amiable countenance. I dropped a bit of plaster on his nose. He looked up amazed, and smiled. Then I smiled, and then he smiled again; and then I carefully crept down, patted him on tl* head, said good-by in a whisper, and in a twinkling was out at the back door. My gratitude to this dog is boundless. I had found it unsafe to be about houses, and again I took my lodgings in the field. Again I was busy, just going to my division, but never getting there. Once, near the sacred quarters of a brigadier, the guard arrested me. I protested, and our loud talk brought the brigadier to the rescue. I explained how I was "just going to my regiment," and how my pass had been lost, and the necessity of my going on at once. The brigadier took in the situation at a glance, and with a pencil wrote me a pass, good for that day. Fighting was going on about Atlanta constantly, but with so many apparent reverses to our arms that I feared I should never get away. The memorable 22d of July came, and with it the most terrific fighting on Hood's right, and in fact all round the semi-circle about the city. A divi- 132 WITH FIRE AND SWOKD sion, with my Alabama regiment^ entered the battle on Hood's right wing, and I followed, at a safe dis- tance, as an ordnance sergeant. Everybody was too busy and excited to ask me questions, and in the hope that Hood would be defeated and an opportunity for getting through the lines be at last presented, I was feeling good. Hundreds, thousand possibly, of wounded men fell back by me, but all shouting, "The Yankees are beaten, and McPherson is killed.^' It was too true I McPherson had fallen and, if re- ports were correct, Sherman's army had met with an awful disaster. For me, there was nothing left but to get back to the rear and try another direction. I knew that Sherman's advance was at the ford, at Sandtown, on the Chattahoochie River, at our left. Could I only get there> I might still be saved. I had now been seen among the Rebel forts and troops so much that there was the greatest danger of my being recaptured, and shot as a spy. On the night of the 22d I took refuge under a hedge, near to a field hospital. No food and no sleep for days was killing me. Still there was no rest, for all the night long I heard the groans of the poor fellows whose arms and legs were being chopped off by the surgeons. The whole night was simply horrible. I might have died there myself ; I wonder that I did not. Only the hope of WITH FIRE AND SWORD 188 escape was keeping me alive. I had not eaten a potmd of food in days. Daylight of the 23d came. It was my birthday. Auspicious day, I thought, and again my hopes gave me strength and courage to work my way past lines of infantry and cavalry. All day, till nearly sunset, I had crept around in the woods, avoiding sentinels, and now I was al- most in sight of the longed-for goal. It was not a mile to the ford. When darkness set in I should swim the river and be a free man. More, I had news that would help Sherman's army to capture Atlanta. A thousand pictures of home, of freedom, peace, were painting themselves in my mind. One hour more, and all would be well. Hark ! a shot, and then a call to halt and hold up my arms. I was surrounded in a moment by fifty cavalrymen who had been secreted in the bushes — how or where I know not. We were in sight of the river, and the Union flag was just beyond. It was no use here to talk about being a Confederata I was arrested as a spy, and in great danger of being shot then and there, without a hearing. I was partly stripped, searched thoroughly, and then marched be- tween two cavalrymen to General Roes, of Texas, who, with his staff, was also at a hidden point in the woods. General Ross treated me kindly and gave 134 WITH FIEE AND SWOED me lunch and a blanket to rest on. It was his duty, however, to send me to the division headquarters, to be tried. I was again marched till nine at night, when I was turned over to General H . He was sitting by a fire in the woods roasting potatoes and reviling the Yankees. As I was arrested as a spy, and to be tried, I deemed it best to say nothing. *Try to escape from me to-night," shouted Greneral H , as if he were commanding an army corps, "and I'll put you where there is no more 'scaping." Through the whole night a soldier sat at my head with a cocked pistol, but for the first time in days I slept soundly. Why not? The worst had hap- pened. By daylight a guard marched me up to the city, where Hood had army headquarters in the yard of a private residence. On the way there my guard, a mere boy, was com- municative, and I persuaded him to show me the paper that was being sent around with me, from one headquarters to another. I read it. Sure enough, I was considered a spy, and was being forwarded for trial. The paper gave the hour and place of my capture, with the statement that one of those captur- ing me had seen me inspecting a fort on the previous Sunday. When we reached Hood's tents, in the dooryard of the Atlanta mansion, I was turned over to a new WITH FIRE AND SWORD 186 guard; and the document brought with me was care- lessly thrown into an open pigeon-hole of a desk out on the grass by a clerk who seemed too mach dis- turbed about other matters to ask where the guard came from or what I was accused of. I, at least, noticed where the paper was put There was the most tremendous excitement at headquarters. Order- lies and officers were dashing everywhere at once, fighting was constantly going on, and an immediate retreat seemed to be determined. I was left that night in a tent with a few other prisoners, among them two deserters, sentenced to be shot. Close by on the lawn was the desk where the clerk had de- posited my paper. Our guard was very accommo- dating, or very negligent, for he allowed different persons to go in and out from our tent at all hours during the night. Daylight brought the provost- marshal general to the tent, to dispose of the pris- oners. The name of each was called, and all but myself were taken out, heard, and sent off. "And who are you?" he said, pleasantly enough to me. I stepped forward. The clerk was asked for the paper, but it was gone. "It certainly had been misplaced," said the clerk, in embarrassment. He had put it in that particular pigeon-hole. I testified to that myself, and added,— this sudden inspiration coming to me in the emergency, — ^that "it was of 136 WITH FERE AND SWORD little consequence, as it was from an officer, — ^I didn't know whoni,-who had simply picked me up as an escaped prisoner." The provostrinarshal took me aside and asked me if I had been about the works or the troops any. I told him my name, that I was really an escaped prisoner, and that I had just walked up from Macon and had hoped to get away. ^TTou have had a hard time of it," he said, "and T almost wish you had got away. I hope you will soon be free," he added, "and that the cruel war is almost over." It was a sudden and great relief to me to know that now I was not to be regarded as a spy. What became of the "papers" and the charges against me afterward in the midst of war excitements, I never knew. The next night the provost-marshal sent me under guard back to Macon prison whence I had escaped. CHAPTER XII Under fire of our own guns at Charleston — Trying to cap- ture a railway train — ^The secret band — Betrayed — The desolation of Charleston. I was scarcely returned to the Macon prison again when two hundred of us, all officers, were selected to be placed under the fire from our navy then bom- barding Charleston. By some wonderful fiction of military law the "Confederates," as the Rebels called themselves, pretended to regard the bombardment of Charleston as a crime. I do not remember now how the selection of victims to be sent to Charleston was made one evening about the end of July, 1864. This, however, happened that night, to add adven- ture and excitement to the Charleston trip. The greater number of those selected were members of a "Secret Band" of prisoners who had resolved to mutiny or to do any act in our power that could result in our escape from captivity. I recall how Major Marshall one afternoon secretly administered to me the oath of this desperate band. With my hand on my heart I swore to instantly obey every order 187 138 WITH FIRE AND SWORD given to me by the "head captain." I was to ask no questions, but to strike, whenever told; to kill, no matter whom, even were my own brother to be the victim. I was ready to do anything. I had been mistreated and starved long enough. Death could be little worse than all of us had been undergoing for months. The news coming to us from our prison com- rades at Andersonville was perfectly horrible. His- tory had never related the like of it. We received the Telegraph, a Macon newspaper, into the prison pen every morning. At the head of one of its columns each day the editor reported the awful nimiber of poor starving creatures who had died at Anderson- ville the day before. It was not unlike the reports of the number of dumb beasts killed each day in the Chicago slaughter pens. Pretty soon I learned that the eighty comrades of my regiment captured with me at Missionary Ridge were nearly every one dead. The details of their sufferings were too horrible to dilate upon. We wondered sometimes if god had FORSAKEN THE WORLD. We who joined the "Band," and took the awful oath we did, knew what it all meant. Outside our stockade loaded cannon waited but the least alarm to fire upon us. On top of the stockade guards walked day and night with orders to instantly kill any pris- oner who should approach within twelve feet of the WITH FIRE AND SWORD 139 high wall. We were only eight hundred prisoners all told, and nothing to fight with but naked hands. Outr side whole regiments armed to the teeth lay with guns in their hands waiting to destroy every one of us should we offer to escape. What was our chance? Almost nothing ; or if anything, death ! Still we resolved to try. Then came that night when we were to get on the cars and start for Charleston. Instantly the word was passed along for every member of the secret "Band'' to quietly arm himself with a short club, made from our bunks and sheds, and tx) keep it hid imder his coat or blanket. Now we were counted and put into a train of box cattle cars. Twenty-five prisoners were in a car, and in the side door of each car stood a guard with his loaded mus- ket We who were not leaders of the "Band" won- dered what desperate thing we were about to try. I do not know where the tools came from, but when the train was well in motion, and the noise deadened our movements, a big hole, large enough to permit a man to creep through, was knocked in the end of each car. The darkness, the crowd in the cars and the noise prevented the guards knowing what was going on. This was the first ^'vestibule*' railroad train ever made. Shortly now one of our leaders came creeping 140 WITH FIEE AND SWOED along from car to car, and in a low voice he told us what was about to happen. The train on its way to Charleston would halt close to the sea at a little town called Pocotaligo. We knew that some ships of the Union navy lay out in the water there, scarce a dozen miles away. The design was to seize on our guards as we reached the village, disarm them, kill them, if necessary, ditch the train, destroy the road and the tel^raph, and then escape to the ships. I think not a soul of us doubted the likelihood of our success. We would be free men on the morrow if all went well. It would be two or three o'clock in the night when the train would pass the point of action. Every one of us had his club and his pocket knife in his hand ready to strike. At the proper moment Colonel , our leader, with three comrades, was to spring through the end of the front car where he was, onto the tender, seize the engineer and fireman and wave a lantern violently as a signal for us to suddenly lay hold of every Eebel soldier on the train. Ten miles out from Pocotaligo our hearts beat in terrible excitement. No one spoke ; we only waited. It was silence, all save the rumbling of the car wheels. So far our guards seemed in perfect ignorance of the approaching danger. Five miles out, so sure were we of success, a few began to act without waiting for the signal. In one or two of the WITH FIRE AND SWORD 141 cars the guards had been suddenly seized and their muskets were in our hands. In the car where I was, one of the astonished guards, finding himself with- out a gun, coolly said : "And what are you 'uns going to do with we ^uns ?" It was a tremendous moment, as the train sped along in the dark. Three miles to Pocotaligo; two miles; one mile. With quick beating heart I leaned from our car door, straining my eyes for the lantern signal. Then the whistle blew loudly, but the train only hastened its speed, and in two minutes, instead of stopping, we shot past the station at lightning speed. What had happened ? Were we discovered ? Not a signal had been given to us. In the morning we were all hurried inside the jail yard of Charleston. Now we knew it all. At the crucial moment our leader had lost his nerve and become a coward; or had he betrayed us ? He had not waved the lantern, though he had captured it, and held it in his hand. We were now much alarmed as to what would be done with us for seizing the guards. We might lose our lives. Colonel , the false leader, was taken to another prison to save him from being torn to pieces by his own comrades. The newspapers of Charleston that morning con- tained flaming articles, describing how a terrible catastrophe had been averted by the cowardice or 142 WITH FIRE AND SWORD treason of one man. Where they got the details of the proposed capture of the train, no one will ever know. Was the leader simply a coward, or was he paid for betraying us ? After a while we were transferred to what was called the "Roper Hospital.^' It was close to the jail, and the danger of being killed by the shells from our own fleet was still very great, though, in fact, few of us were hurt^ The yellow fever was to be a greater scourge than Yankee cannon. Our fleet officers had learned the locality where the prisoners were guarded, and fired their shells mostly in other directions. It was a grand spectacle at night — ^the soaring through the heavens of so many blazing bombshells and their bursting in the city. Parts of Charleston that we could see were perfect pictures of desolation ; whole quarters stood in black ruins and uninhabited. The weather was exceed- ingly hot, and the yellow fever broke out and raged fearfully among both prisoners and guards. It seemed as if we should all die there. At last they transported us away to a little open field in the woods, close to the town of Columbia, the capital of South Carolina. The surgeon of the prison camp at Charleston was Dr. Todd, a brother of President Lincoln's wife. A more rabid Secessionist was nowhere to be found. WITH FIRE AND SWOED 148 It was a curious situation^ that the brother-in-law of the great President should be so attached to the oountry^s opponents. On our way to the prison at (Columbia Major Marshall of my regiment and two captains escaped from the train and reached the North by tramping at night through the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee. They had horrible experiences for many weeks. GHAPTEE XIII Living in a grave — ^An adventure in the woods of South Carolina — Life in the asylum yard at the capital of South Carolina — The song of "Sherman's March to the Sea" — ^How it came to be written — ^Final escape — ^The burning up of South Carolina's capital. Now we were near the capital of South Carolina. It is our third prison. We were placed in a cleared field among the pine woods, a few miles from the town. Here we spent a part of a terrible winter ex- posed to the storm and rain. We had no shelter save such as we made at last of sticks and logs that we were allowed to carry in from the neighboring wood. Our food was wretched, we had almost no clothing, and the weather was very bad nearly all the time. We were surrounded by a line of guards. A battery constantly in readiness to fire on us should an alarm be given stood near by. Our food was still the half -cooked com and cobs together, with quantities of a poor and sickly sorghum molasses. We heard that the Rebel army was living little bet- ter than we were. In ridicule of the rations the prisoners dubbed this prison pen "Camp Sorghum." 144 WITH FIRE AND SWORD 145 Every man among us was sick with diarrho&a. The little grave-yard for the prisoners near by grew rapidly. The details of our life in this miserable camp I shall not relate. They were simply too hor- rible. As for myself, — ^my only shelter was a hole in the ground, four feet deep, four feet wide and eight feet long. It was covered with boughs and earth. Lieutenant Morris and myself occupied this living grave for months. We had a tiny fire-place of clay built in the end of it, where we burned roots, and .the long rainy nights we two sat there alone, reading an old newspaper by our root-light or talk- ing of our far-away homes. One very stormy night our water-soaked roof fell in on us, and then we were compelled to walk about in the rain. I wonder now that any soul survived the miseries of that camp. Valley Forge was paradise compared to it. But all this misery was a part of war. Naturally, numbers ran the guard lines at this woeful prison pen and escaped into the woods. Fir- ing by the sentinels on these escaping prisoners was a common occurrence on dark nights. Here and there an officer was killed, and sometimes under cir- cumstances that marked the sentinel a common mur- derer. A battery of loaded cannons stood outside the guard line, with orders to open on the prisoners /should five musket shots be heard. With the con- 146 WITH FIEE AND SWOED stant escaping of prisoners at night these five fatal shots could occur at any hour. For my own part, I resolved to again attempt es- cape, but my efforts failed again, and twice in suc- cession. I recall with a shudder how one night late in November my friend, Lieutenant Ecking of New York, was foully murdered. He had bribed a guard to let two or three of us run across the line that night at midnight. The bribe was to consist of a silver watch. Some of these men were easily bribed. They were not regular Confederate soldiers, but usually cowardly home guards, who regarded the murdering of a helpless prisoner a heroic act. When midnight came three of us were secreted close to the dead line. As soon as the bribed senti- nel came to his post and commenced walking up and down his beat Lieutenant Ecking rose and ap- proached him. The night was clear moonlight. The moment Ecking had crossed the dead line, and was holding the watch up to the guard, the coward shot him dead. For this outrage the home guard received a furlough. About this time, too. Lieutenant Turbayne was murdered by a guard for mistaking the ringing of a bell. Some of us had been permitted to go out on parole and carry in wood at stated times. Without notice, this privilege was suspended, but the beHwf^n^ WITH FIRE AND SWORD 147 by mistake, rang as usual. Turbayne started for the dead line. ^'Qo back, halt!" shouted a sentinel. Turbayne turned to obey, but was instantly shot in the back and dropped dead. There was a furious commotion among the prisoners. The guards, too, collected about the spot. The Rebel officer in charge left his lunch and walked over also. He held in his hand a great piece of pumpkin pie, and continued eating from it as he stood there by the corpse of the man they had murdered. There was almost a mutiny in the prison camp, and one proper leader at that moment would have put an end to the whole Rebel outfit. In the end it would have been death to the whole of us. Previous to this threatened outbreak I had again tried my own chance at escaping. It was now No- vember 4, 1864, a cold blustering day, and the pris- oners in their rags and almost barefooted stood and shivered in the naked field. At four o'clock a dozen were paroled and allowed to go out to the woods and carry in some fuel. Lieutenant Fritchie and myself managed to mix ourselves among this little paroled company, and forgot to return to the enclosure. We helped a little in the fuel getting, and then suddenly disappeared in the pine forests. For ^ome days we crept about in the great pine woods, scarcely knowing our direc- 148 WITH FIRE AND SWORD tion or where we were going. Our leaving Lad been so sudden that we were planless. Here and there we stumbled onto a darkey, who never hesitated to bring us com hoe cake or whatever eatables he might happen to have in his cabin. The slaves universally were the prisoners' friends, and they knew a hun- dred times more about the war and its object than their plantation masters ever supposed. Many an es- caping prisoner was fed by them and, with the north star as a guide, conducted to safety. Many an army movement was made possible by loyal negroes. Barring an occasional Union white man, they were the only friends the soldiers had in the South. Lieutenant Fritchie and I had some queer adven- tures while we wandered about the woods of South Carolina during this little leave of absence from the Confederates. We did not see a single white man, save one, and he tried to shoot us. One night we lodged in an open-topped corn-crib, not knowing in the darkness that we were quite close to an in- habited farmhouse. When daylight came we peeped over the corn-crib and were much astonished to see a woman at her wash-tub on the back porch of a cabin close by. She must have seen our heads, for that very moment she stopped her washing and en- tered the cabin. Shortly she appeared again, fol- lowed by a man, who took one long steady look at the WITH FIRE AND SWORD 149 oom-crib; then lie entered the cabin, and we knew it was to get his gun. Very quick resolution and ac- tion on our part became advisable. A little plowed field only separated our oorn-crib, at the back, from a thick piece of woods. In a moment the man was out again on the porch, bearing a musket "Drop to the ground behind the crib and run to the woods," said Fritchie. "I'll keep watch on the man. I'll drop down too. When you are across wave your hand if he is not coming, and then I'll run." In a moment's time I was running across the plowed field, keeping the crib between me and the porch of the cabin. The man with the musket never saw me. I waved to Fritchie ; he, too, started on the run, and to this hour I laugh to myself when I picture to my mind Fritchie, a short, stumpy fellow, tum- bling absolutely heels over head in his haste to cover that bit of plowed ground. Very shortly we heard bloodhounds bellowing. We knew too well what that meant. Numbers of es- caping prisoners had been torn to pieces by them. That was the common way of catching runaway slaves and prisoners of war down South. They hunt "niters" that way to-day down there. By hard running, turns and counter-turns, and frequent crossing and recrossing little streams, we threw the dogs off our track, and slept until night 160 WITH FIEE AND SWOKD in the thicket The wind blew hard and cold that night, and as we stood secreted under a thom-tree by the roadside two men passed, so close we could have touched them. Something told us they, too, were escaping prisoners. We tried to attract their attention enough to be sure. One of us spoke, scarcely more than whisper. Instantly and in alarm the two men bounded away like scared wolves. Days afterward we found out that they had been not only fleeing prisoners, but were, indeed, two of our per- sonal friends. The next night was fair, and a full round moon lighted up the sandy desert with its oasis of tall, im- mense pine trees. The white winding road of sand that seemed to have been abandoned for a hundred years was almost trackless. Here and there, too, we saw an abandoned turpentine camp, the spiles still in the trees and the troughs lying rotting at their feet. There was nothing but silence there, and loneli- ness, and moonlight Here in the quiet night, if anywhere in the world, two poor escaping prisoners of war would be in no danger of a foa For hours we trudged along, going where we knew not, when suddenly to our amazement two mounted cavalrymen stood right in our way and called to us to surrender. There was nolliing to do WITH FIRE AND SWOED 161 but to obey. Our capture had been an accident. These two officers^ a captain and a lieutenant, had been riding the country trying to catch some desert- ers from their army and had blimdered on to us. They started with us to Lexington jail, some miles away. The captain rode a dozen yards or so ahead, with a revolver in his hand. I trudged along in the sand at his side, faithfully hanging on to his stirrup strap. The lieutenant and Fritchie followed us in a like manner in the moonlight It seems to have been a romantic occasion, when I think of it now ; we two Federals and these two Confederates, there alone in the moonlight, and the big pine trees and the white sands about I could not help reflecting, though, how many a captured prisoner had never been accounted for. Possibly we should never see Lexington jail. It would be an easy thing for these men to leave our bodies there in the sand some- whera There were few words at first as we plodded our slow way in the moonlight At last my captain and I entered into lively conversation about the South in general, and then both of us hoped the war would soon come to an end. To my surprise the young captain confided to me that he was, at heart, a Union man. "And why in the Confederate army?" I asked, in astonishment *^ecause," said the captain, "everybody in my village in South 152 WITH FIEE AND SWOED Carolina is. I would have been hooted to death had I remained at home. My father is a rich man; he is opposed to the war, but he, too, is in the service at Richmond.^' ^TJnder the circumstances," I said, "I being Union, and you being Union, why not look the other way a moment and let me try the time required to reach yonder clump of trees." "No, not a thought of it," he answered almost hotly. "You are my prisoner, I will do my duty." The subject was dropped, and in half an hour Fritchie and I were inside a stone cell in Lexington jail. "You can lie down on the stone floor and sleep if you want to," the jailer said, crustily. The two young officers said a cheery good-by and went away. Before daybreak the door of our cell opened again and the gruff jailer called, ^^Which of you is Adju- tant Byers." Then he pushed a basket and blanket in to me, and a little note. The basket was full of good warm food and the little note, in a woman*s hand, said: ^With the compliments of the captain*s wife." I think tears came to the eyes of both of us there in that cell that night. It was among the few kindnesses I ever experienced in the Confederacy. Of course it was a woman's act. The captain had gone to his home near by and told his wife about WITH FIRE AND SWORD 153 his prisoners, and here was the remembrance. The world is not so bad after all, we said to each other, .Fritchie and I. The next day the jailer paraded us out in the corridor, and I think all the people in the county came to see us, to remark on us, and touch us with their hands. Most of these men, women, and chil- dren had absolutely never seen a Northern man be- fore, and a Yankee soldier was a greater curiosity than a whole menagerie of polar bears. I saw the ignorance of the "poor white trash'' of the South that day. Not one in twenty of them knew what the war was about. The negroes had a more intelligent notion of affairs than did the people of the Caro- linas. In a few days Fritchie and I were conducted back to our prison pen near Columbia, South Carolina. Shortly they moved us once more. This time to the high-walled yard of the hmatic asylum, inside the city. As they marched us through the streets we could see how beautiful the little capital of South Carolina was. It had handsome shops and residences, and beautiful shade trees everywhere gave it a most attractive appearance. It was almost the best known city of the South and here the fatal heresy of secession had been born. As we went along the streets a mob of people gathered around us, hoot- 154 WITH FIEE AND SWOED ing and hissing their hatred at us^ just as they had done that first time we were taken through the town. A few wanted the guards to give them a chance to hang us. It was a sorry sight — ^this band of ragged, helpless, hungry loyalists being led like slaves and animals through the hooting, threatening crowd. That mob, thirsting for our blood, did not dream what was about to happen. Here now in Columbia we were walled in just as we had been at Macon, and our lives continued in much the same hardship as befora Only here I do not recall that any prisoner was murdered. It is right to say, too, that the outrages so often com- mitted on prisoners here and elsewhere in the South were not by the regular Confederate soldiers, but by home guards usually set over us. It seems now, when I recall it, that life was not quite so bad here. We soon had some boards given us; so w© built sheds to live in. As for myself, I, with three or four comrades, lived in a little wedge tent It was very cold and midwinter now. I scarcely slept at night, but walked about to keep warm. It was on one of these midnight tramps that it occurred to me to write the song, "Sherman^s March to the Sea." I recur to it here because it gave its name to the great campaign it celebrates. The story of how it came to be written cannot WITH FIRE AND SWORD 166 perhaps be wholly without interest. During the days that Sherman's army was tramping from Atlanta to- ward Savannah we prisoners were not permitted to have any news from the outside of any kind what- ever. There was a fear that if we knew what was going on a mutiny might follow. We were constantly being told by our guards that Sherman's invading army was being headed oflf or destroyed. In the be- ginning we feared these stories to be true, but the uneasy actions and siiUen looks of our captors soon began to belie their statements. As said, three or four of us prisoners occupied a little wedge tent. A negro had recently been allowed to come into Ihe prison pen mornings to sell bread to those who had any money with which to buy. Our little mess got a small loaf now every morning; not more for the bread, though we needed that badly enough, than for a certain little roll of paper carefully hidden away in the middle of the loaf. It was a (Columbia morn- ing newspaper printed on soft thin paper and of ex- tremely small size. Our loyal negro had easily enough been persuaded to hide a copy of this paper in the bread for us as often as he could have the chance unobserved. A knowing wink from him told us when to eat our loaf of bread inside the tent and with one of us watching at the door while another read in a low. voice the news from the invading 156 WITH FIEE AND SWOED army. The paper rolled up was not larger than a walnut It was full of misrepresentations and reports of disasters to Sherman, to mislead the Georgians and lessen their alarm. Yet between the lines we easily enough read that Sherman was surely marching on, and victorious. His columns were coming nearer to us ; and how we longed night and day that he might capture the prison ! At last we saw that there was no hope. He was passing us, — ^though, but many miles away. Then one morning, when we unrolled the litUo paper in the bread and read it, we knew that he had reached the sea. Savannah had fallen. The con- sternation of the Southerners was tremendous. But, next, they pretended that they could box Sherman up in Savannah and capture his whole army. One December night when I was tramping up and down the prison pen in the dark, trying to keep warm, I reflected on the tremendous importance of what Sherman had done. And I wondered what so curious a campaign would be called. It was not a series of battles — it was a great march. And then the title, and almost the words, of the song came to me. The next morning when my tent comrades were out of doors shivering over a little fire I remained WITH FIRE AND SWORD 157 in our little heap of straw^ and completed the verses. I went out to the fire and read them to my oom* rades. A Lieutenant Rockwell happened to be pres- ent and asked permission to make a copy of the verses. He, with many others, slept on the ground under the hospital building. One had to crawl on his hands and knees to enter there. There was a most capable Glee Club among the officers, and they had by some means secured a flute, violins, and bass viol for accompaniments. They kept their instru- ments under the house, too, where they slept Every afternoon this Glee Club was permitted to sing and play on the little elevated porch of the hospital. The only condition was that Southern songs should be sung, not less than Northern songs. There was no trouble about that. The songs of our captors were better than no songs. Besides, these singers made music. All the crowd of prisoners, eight hundred now, often stood in front of the little porch to enjoy the singing. Almost hundreds of the Rebels, too, together with many ladies of C5olumbia, climbed up onto the walls, where the guards stood, and applauded the singers as much as any. One drizzly afternoon I was standing by a little persimmon tree in the midst of the crowd listening to the songs, when Major Isett, leader of the Glee 168 WITH FIRE AND SWORD Club, said: "Now we will have a song about Sher- man.^' To my astonishment, it was my "Sherman's March to the Sea.'' It was received in a tremendous fashion. Every- body cheered and hurrahed. The news of Sherman's victories was fresh upon them. In five minutes' time the good fortune of my song was settled. The name of the author was loudly called for; someone saw me by the little tree^ and I was quickly hauled to the front and up onto the platform. In a few moments an unknot officer among the many prisonere became a sort of prison hero. Everybody wanted the song, everybody sang it; and clever penmen made a good thing making copies at twenty dollars apiece, Confederate money. As a little compliment to me the captain of the prison allowed me to sleep on the floor of the hospital room. To me that was important, as shall appear. Later in this narrative, too, will be seen how an ex- changed prisoner, by the name of Tower, who had an artificial leg, carried the song in this wooden limb through the lines to our soldiers in the Norti, where it was sung everywhere and with demonstra- tion. In a week it had given its name to the cam- paign, and a million copies of it soon passed into circulation. Lieutenant Rockwell, who had asked my leave to WITH FIRE AND SWORD 169 copy the verses that first morning, was a composer, and there in the dust under the old hospital he had, unknown to me, written the first music to which the song was ever sung. Later, it had many other set- tings, but that one, though difficult, remained the best The song has often since been sung to the air of "The Red, White, and Blue.'' This is the history of the song, which I print here as a part of this nar- rative. SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA Our camp fires shone bright on the mountains That frowned on the riyer below. While we stood by our guns in the morning And eagerly watched for the foe — When a rider came out from the darkness That hung oyer mountain and tree, And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready. For Sherman will march to the sea." Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That came from the lips of the men. For we knew that the stars in our banner More bright in their splendor would be. And that blessings from Northland would greet us When Sherman marched down to the sea. 160 WITH FIEE AND SWORD Then forward, boyg, forward to battle. We marched on our wearisome way, And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca, — God bless those who fell on that day — Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory. Frowned down on the flag of the free. But the East and the West bore our standards. And Sherman marched on to the sea. Still onward we pressed, till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls. And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the traitor flag falls; But we paused not to weep for the fallen. Who slept by each riyer and tree; Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel As Sherman marched down to the sea. O, proud was our army that morning That stood where the pine darkly towers. When Sherman said: "Boys, you are weary. This day fair Savannah is ours." Then sang we a song for our chieftain That echoed over river and lea. And the stars in our banner shown brighter When Sherman marched down to the sea. [Sherman's March to the Sea. — ^From Eggleston's Famous War Ballads. — General Sherman, in a recent con- versation with the editor of this collection, declared that it was this poem with its phrase, "march to the sea," that WITH FIRE AND SWORD 161 threw a glamour of romance over the campaign which it celebrates. Said General Sherman: "The thing was noth- ing more or less than a change of base; an operation per- fectly familiar to every military man, but a poet got hold of it, gave it the captivating label, 'The March to the Sea,' and the unmilitary public made a romance out of it." It may be remarked that the General's modesty overlooks the important fact that the romance lay really in his own deed of derring-do; the poet merely recorded it, or at most inter- preted it to the popular intelligence. The glory of the great campaign was Sherman's and his army's; the joy of cele- brating it was the poet's; the admiring memory of it is the people's. — Editor. ] As stated, I slept nights now on the floor of the prison hospital. This added comfort, however, did not tempt me to stay in prison, if I could get away. Once more we heard that the prisoners were to be carted away to some safer place, out of the line of Sherman's army, now turned North and moving rapidly toward us. A night or two before this move of prisoners really commenced Lieutenant Devine of Philadelphia joined me in an effort to get away. The walls of the least used room of the hospital were made of joined boards. By the use of an old case knife, hacked into a saw, or auger, we managed to cut a hole sufficiently large to permit us to pull our- selves through and out into an attic above a little porch. We repaired the boards as best we could and 162 WITH FIEE AND SWORD crept out into the dark hole. It was the attic of the same porch on which our Glee Club stood when ihey sang my song. It was a little cramped up place we were in, where we could neither sit erect nor lie at full lengtfi. There were no guards inside the prison hospital; the night was very dark; the sick pris- oners seemed to be sleeping. A dim lamp hung from the ceiling. We were not detected. The next night at midnight, when the prisoners were being marched away, two of them were missing. What a night and day and part of another night that was for us, crooked and cramped as we were, in the top of that little porch. At the next midnight, when every soul, prisoners, guards and all, seemed to be gone far away and dead silence was upon the place, Devine and I crept down from our hiding place. The big gate was closed and locked. By the aid of a scantling I managed to get up onto the high brick wall. My surprise was im- mense to see guards waiting for us outside, and to know that we were discovered. One of the sruards rushed up to his post at the top of the wall, but he was too late to shoot; we were already in hiding among the empty board huts and barracks.* ♦When springing down from the top of that wall I lost my shoes — I had had them in my hand. T also let fall from my pocket the pages of this diary. I could not think WITH FIRE AND SWORD 168 In a moment the big gate opened and a hundred men rushed in^ looking for the escaping Yankees. They howled, they cursed at us, they set the bar- racks on fire. Then amid the mel^e and excitement in the dark my comrade and myself pulled our gray blankets about us, picked up a water bucket each, and pushed up to the guard at the gate. We were "go- ing for water," we said. "The lieutenant says the fire must be put out." Without waiting a reply we hurried out in the darkness. There were some vain shots after us. Shortly we heard the tramp of horses coming to- ward us. A friendly culvert in the road into which we dodged afforded us protection while a whole company of Johnny Rebs rode over our heads. What would they have thought, that night, had they known it as they went skipping along with arms and jin- gling sabers, to confront Sherman's advance guards ? We were gone. After a while, in the outskirts of the city, we saw a light in a cabin and a negro walk- ing up and down by the window. Every n^ro we knew to be a loyal friend. This one we called out among some rose bushes in the dooryard. Instantly, and without fear, we told him who we were and that of losing them, and at the risk of my life I slipped over the dead line and from under the guard's very feet, I snatched them up and ran behind one of the huts. 164 WITH FIRE AND SWORD we were in his power. There is not a question but he would have been well rewarded had he betrayed us to the Confederate soldiers in the city that night. Few words were spoken. That morning two escaped prisoners were secreted under some bean stalks in the garret of the n^ro's cabin. The negro's sick wife lay in the single room below. Had we been dis- covered now that negro would have been hanged from his own door lintel. And well he knew it Sherman's army was already pounding at the gates of the town. He was crossing the river and his shells reached to the capital. This much we knew from what we could hear in the yard below, for the negro's cabin stood at the edge of a green lawn where General Chestnut had his headquarters. We broke a little hole through the siding of the house, and now could see what the general and his staff were doing. We also could hear much that was said. Once we thought ourselves discovered, for we ob- served two or three of the general's negro servants standing in a group on the grass looking steadily to- ward the spot where our little improvised window was. What on earth were they looking at? It was not much the old negro could give us to eat A little dried beef and some cold com bread; that was all, save that once he brought us a gallon of buttermilk. He had no cow, but he would not WITH FIRE AND SWORD 165 tell us where this, to us, heaveaily nectar had come from. There was much hurrying of officers back and forth at General Chestnut's headquarters, and plainly we could see there was great excitement. Our own negro was kept going back and forth into the town to pick up for us whatever news he could of the fight going on at the river. After awhile the cannon- ading grew louder, and it seemed to us the conflict must be right at the outskirts of the town. Then we saw General Chestnut hurriedly ride on to the headquarter's lawn, and we distinctly heard him say to an officer, "Sherman has got a bridge down. The game's up. We must evacuate." In a few minutes the sound of the guns increased, and then we saw General Chestnut call his slaves to him to bid ihem farewell. It was a touching scene, amid Ihe dramatic surroundings. He seemed very kind, and some of them in their ignorance wept. "You will be free," he said. "Be good." I thought, he too was affected as he mounted his horse and, followed by his staff, rode away. He was hardly out of sight when our negro protector came running toward the cabin. He was tremendously excited. A tall, old cylinder hat he had picked up on the way was on his head, his eyes bulged out, his hands waved like windmills ; he was celebrating. In a moment the black face and the 166 WITH FIRE AND SWORD cylinder hat shot up the ladder and through the hatch-way to where we were. "Qt)d Almighty be thanked 1'* he cried in a loud voica ^^Massa, the Stars and Stripes are waving above the capital of South Carolina. Praise to the God Ahnighty 1" Sure enough, Union troops, had entered, and a flag from my own State had been run up on the State House. Instantly we bade him hurry and bring some Union soldiers to us. In his absence Devine and I stood shaking each other's hands and thanking God for our deliverance. No slave who had his chains knocked off that day by the coming of the Union armv felt more thankful than we, freed from the wretchedness and horrors of fifteen months of im- prisonment. Now we could see the Confederate cavalry evacuating the town. Whole companies passed, each trooper having a sheaf of oats slung to his saddle bow. Shortly our black friend returned, and with him two Union soldiers. "It is time to drink, boys,'' they cried out, as they fairly forced us to partake of the whisky in their canteens. When we all went down into the yard I was sure we would be recaptured, for the Rebel rear-guard was passing close to our cabin. The flying troops, however, had fish of their own to fry, and were in too much haste to be looking after us. Now, too, we were sur- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 167 rounded by Q^neral Chestnut's black servants, who were hopping about, giving thanks for their freedom. I asked one of them what it was they had been look- ing at so attentively the day before, when I had seen them gazing right at our hiding-place, "Ha ha I massa 1 we just knowed you was up there all the time. Reckon you didn't like that ar buttermilk what we'uns sent you/' Our negro friend then had made confidents of them, and we had been fed, with- out knowing it, on some of the good things from General Chestnut's kitchen. Should the general ever read this little book, I hope he will cease wondering what became of his buttermilk that day at Columbia. Now, our two soldiers escorted us to a street where some of the army had halted and stacked arms. A Union flag hung over a stack of muskets, and no hu- man being will ever know with what thankful heart- beatings and tears we gathered its silken folds into our arms. Now we knew that we were free. The ter- rible days were indeed over, and God's rainbow illu- mined our sky. In half an hour the victorious veterans of Sher- man's army, their great leader riding before, with bands playing and banners flying, entered the cap- tured city. My comrade and I stood on a high door- step and saw them pass. Someone pointed us out to Sherman, and for a moment the whole moving army 168 WITH FIEE AND SWORD was halted till he greeted the freed prisoners. We two comrades lived a month in that short seventeenth day of February, 1865, in Columbia. I think we shook hands with a thousand soldiers, even with many soldiers we had never seen before. It seemed to us that everybody must be as glad to see us as we were to see them. That night Columbia was burned to the ground amid untold horrors. The conflagration had com- menced from bales of cotton that the enemy had fired and left in the street to prevent falling into the Union hands. A big wind rose toward evening and the burning cotton flakes were flying all over the city. It was a terrible spectacle that night. My comrade and I walked about the streets till nearly morning. Whole squares and streets were crumbling to ashes and tall buildings tumbled down everywhere. Here and there, too, there was a terrific explosion. It was Moscow done over on a smaller scale. A di- vision of Union troops, under Hazen, was sent into the town to fight the flames and to arrest every man discovered firing houses or walking around without a pass. So it happened that my comrade and myself, though but innocent spectators, were at midnight ar- rested and taken to provost headquarters. We very soon explained ourselves and were released and sent to comfortable quarters, where we slept till late the r WITH FIRE AND SWORD 169 next day. It was four nights since we had had any sleep at all. But the sights of that awful night will never fade from my memory. Most of the citizens of Columbia had sons or relations in the Rebel army. Half of them were dead^ the army itself was flying every- where, and in the blackness of this terrible night their fortunes were all lost, their homes were all burning up. Many wandered about wringing their hands and crying; some sat stolid and speechless in the street watching everything that they had go to destruction. A few wandered around, wholly de- mented. Some of the invading soldiers tried earnestly to extinguish the flames; others broke into houses and added to the conflagration. Nulnbers of the J'ederal prisoners, who only a few weeks before had been marched through the streets like felons, had es- caped, and what average human nature led them to do never will be known. There were fearful things going on everywhere. It was reported that an ex- plosion occurred in one house and that twenty-four soldiers, carousing there, were lost in the ruinsi. Most of the people of Columbia would have been will- ing to have died that night, then and there. What had they left to live for? This, too, was war. When the army entered in the afternoon. Lieuten- ant Devine and I, as related, stood on the high steps 170 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD of a mansion and watched it pass. Shortly after a very charming young woman, a Mrs. C ^ seeing us, came down and invited us into her father's house and gave us food. It was the first real food we had had for many, many months. The lady's father was a rich jeweler, and, though a Southerner, was a Union man. Her own husband, however, was somewhere in the Southern army. My comrade and I spent an entertaining hour in the mansion, and then went and walked about the city. At six o'clock the awful cry, "The town is burn- ing up, the town is burning upl" was heard every- where. Devine and I at once thought of Mrs. 0 and our friends of the afternoon, and hurried to their home to offer help. The flames were already across the street from there. Mrs. O 's father was weeping in the drawing-room. Once he took me by the arm and led me to where we could see his own business establishment burning to the ground. "There goes the savings of a life," said he, in bitterness. "There is what the curse of secession has done for us ; there is what Wade Hampton and the other political firebrands have done for South Carolina." My com- rade and I at once began carrying some of the more valuable goods out of the house for them, doing everything possible to help them save some remnant from their beautiful and luxurious home. We ran WITH FIRE AND SWOED 171 up and down the mansion stairs until we were almost dead with exhaustion. Everything we could save we piled into a phaeton that stood by the yard. Once the lady cried that her child was still in the house, burning up. Her shrieks pierced even the noise of that fearful night Her alarm was without cause, for I soon found the child safe in the arms of a faith- ful slave nurse. She had simply carried it out of danger. When the walls of the house seemed about to fall, Devine and I took the loaded buggy, he pulling in the shafts, I pushing behind, and, followed by the weeping family on foot, we drew it for a mile or more to flie outer edge of the town. Here we left them in safety by a little wood, yet not knowing if we would ever see them again. Many of our soldiers were burnt up that night. The next day Sherman's army left the ruins of the city behind them and marched away. They had, however, left supplies of rations for their unfortu- nate enemies. A train of empty wagons was also furnished for those fugitives who wished to follow the army and work their way North. Hundreds, possibly thousands, left the smoking ruins of their homes and traveled along with us in every conceiv- able conveyance that was heard of. Black and white, slave and free, rich and poor, joined in the proces- 172 WITH FIRE AND SWORD sion behind the army. Mrs. C5 and her father's family were among them. I now tried to find my regimjent It was gone. Many battles and many marches had so decimated it that the little fragment left had been disbanded and transferred into a regiment of cavalry. Colonel Silsby, of the Tenth Iowa, offered me a place with his mess. I accepted. The Colonel, as it happened, had charge of perhaps a hundred pris- oners, captured on the march. Naturally, I was in- terested to go among them. I soon saw how much better they fared than I had done when in Southern hands. Two or three of them, as it happened, had been among the guards who had treated us so badly while we were in the prison known as **Oamp Sor- ghum,*' outside of Columbia. They were perfectly terrified when they learned that I had been there under their charge. They seemed to fear instant and awful retaliation; but I thought of nothing of the kind. I was too glad just to be free to be thinking of any vengeance. A curious incident now happened. This was the discovery, among these prisoners, of lie husband of the young Mrs. C who had given us food in Columbia and whose belonis:ings I and my comrade had tried to save. He was overjoyed to learn from me that his wife and child were at least alive. I in- WITH FIRE AND SWORD 173 stantly went to General Logan, and related to him how this man's family had been kind to me the day that I escaped. I had no trouble in securing his release. It was at Logan's headquarters, too, that I had se- cured money and an order for provisions to give to Edward Edwards, the black man who had been the means of my final rescue. His sick wife had kept him behind, else he would have followed the army. We left him in Columbia. Years later, as a sign of my gratitude toward this slave, I dedicated a little volume to him, in which I had described my prison life. OHAPTEK XIV The army in the Carolinas — General Sherman sends for me — Giyes me a place on his staff — ^Experiences at army headquarters — Sherman^'s life on the march — Music at headquarters — ^Logan's violin — ^The GeneraFs false friend — The army wades» SYrims, and fights through the Carolinas — I am sent as a despatch bearer to (General Grant — A strange ride down the Cape Fear River in the night — General Terry — Learn that my song 'The March to the Sea" is sung through the North, and has given the campaign its name — I bring the first news of Sherman's successes to the North — An interview with General Grant. It was on this march in the Carolinas that General Sherman sent for me to come to army headquarters. We were two days away from Columbia, I was ashamed to go in my prison rags, so I waited. The next day the request was repeated, and Major Nichols of the staff came and said, "But you must go, it is an order/^ And I went. The General was sitting by a little rail fire in front of his tent, reading a newspaper, when we approached his bivouac in the woods. I was introduced. He at once told me how pleased he had been with my song, that I had written in prison about his army. Devine had given him a 174 WITH FIKE AND SWORD 175 copy at that time when he halted his column to greet us by the door-step at Columbia. "Our boys shall all sing this song," he said; "and as for you, I shall give you a position on my staff. To-morrow you will be furnished a horse and all that you need ; and you must mess with me." It would be very hard to express my feelings at this sudden transition from a prisoner in rags to a post at the headquarters of the great commander. I was almost overcome, but Greneral Sherman's extreme kindness of manner and speech at last put me partly at my ease. Shortly a big colored man, in a green coat, announced dinner. "Come," said the General, pushing me ahead of him into a tent, where a num- ber of handsomely uniformed staff officers stood around a table waiting his approach. I was still in my rags. I could not help noticing the curious glances of the fine gentlemen, who doubtless were wondering what Greneral Sherman had picked up now. My embarrassment was extreme. The commander however soon told them who I was, gave me the seat at his right hand, and ahnost his entire conversation at the table was directed to me. The officers of the staff quickly took the General's cue, and I was soon an object of interest, even to them. He directed a hundred questions to me as to the 176 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD general treatment of war prisoners in the South, and he, as well as the staff, interested themselves in all the details of my escape. Telling the story very 60on relieved me of my embarrassment as to my clothes. The horrible tales of Southern prison pens, however, was nothing new to General Sherman, for he related to me some of the awful things he had heard of Andersonville while his army was at At- lanta. "At one time," said he, "I had great hopes of rescuing all of them at one quick blow. I gave General Stoneman a large body of cavalry, with di- rections to raid down about Macon. This raid was to go farther, and, by a quick, secret dash capture Andersonville and release every prisoner there. It was a chance to do the noblest deed of the war, but it all failed miserably. Stoneman had not fully obeyed orders, and, instead of releasing a whole army of suffering captives, he got captured himself, and, with him, a lot of my best cavalry." It happened that I saw General Stoneman the very day he was brought to the prison. My narrative of how by desperately bold and violent cursing he denounced and defied his captors, and everything in Rebeldom, greatly amused Sherman and all at the table. Stoneman^s awful language and flashing eyes WITH FIKE AND SWOKD 177 did indeed fairly intimidate the oflScer in charge. Evidently he thought he had captured a tiger. It was a wonder Stoneman was not killed. The conversation about the prisoners continued. Twenty-five thousand of them were starving and dy- ing in Andersonville. "It is one of the awful fates of war/^ said the General. "It can't be helped; they would have been better off had all been killed on the battlefield; and one almost wishes they had been." After a pause, he continued. "At times, I am almost satisfied it would be just as well to kiU all prisoners/^ The remark, to me, a prisoner just escaped, seemed shocking. I am sure he noticed it, for he soon added: "They would be spared these atrocities. Besides, the more awfvl you can make war the sooner it will he over!' It would, after all, be a mercy. ^^yfar is hell, at the best/' he went on, half in anger, and using an expression common to him. For the moment I thought him heartless, but other remarks made to me, and to the staff, soon told us that whatever the cruelties imposed on him as a commander, they were executed with heart-pain and only as plain duty for the salvation of his own army. He even talked of how glad he would be to be out of the whole bloody business, once the Union 178 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD were restored. But if the rebellion continued all his life, he would stay and fight it out. When the dinner was over each looked about him to find some garment to give me. This one had an extra coat, that one a pair of trousers, and anotner one a hat. In short I was quickly attired in a rather respectable uniform. This matter was just about ended when a beautiful woman was conducted to Sherman, to ask protection for her home, that was in his line of march. She was "true blue TJnion,'^ despite her surroundings. In a moment the whole atmosphere about the tent was chanfi^ed. The red-handed warrior, who a mo- ment before was ready to kill even prisoners, sud- denly became the most amiable, the most gallant and knightly looking man I ever saw. Beauty, that can draw a soldier with a single hair, had ensnared the great commander. He had become a gentle knight. The whole army, if need be, would stand stock still to do her one little favor. I now recall how long after the war I noticed a hundred times this per- fectly knightly gallantry of Sherman toward all women. This one particular woman seemed a hundred times more beautiful, more fascinating, there in the green wood alone, with an army of a hundred thou- WITH FIEE AND SWOED 179 sand strangers about her, when, pointing her hand toward a great banner that swung in the wind be- tween two tall pines, she smiled and cried: ''(jreneral Sherman, that is my flao too/' There was a clapping of hands from all of us, and any one of us would have been glad to be sent as the protector of her home. The great army was now marching, or rather swimming and wading, in the direction of Fayette- ville, N. O. There were heavy rains and the coun- try, naturally swampy, was flooded everywhere. I soon learned from the staff where the army had al- ready been. After the end of the march to the sea and the capture of Savannah, Sherman had started in with sixty thousand men, to treat South Carolina in the manner he had treated Qeorgia — ^march through it and desolate it His proposed march northward from Savannah was r^arded by the Southern generals as an impossibiUty. The ob- stacles were so great as to make it a hundred times as difficult as his march from Atlanta to the sea. But he led a great army of picked veterans, accus* tomed to everything, whose flags had almost never known defeat. Their confldence in their general and in themselves was simply absoluta So far, in their march from Savannah they had hesitated at nothing. 180 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD It was midwinter, and yet that army had often waded in swamps with the oold water waist deep, carrying their clothes and their muskets on their heads. Half the roads they followed had to be cor- duroyed, or their horses would all have been lost in the l^ttomless mire and swamps. Often their artil- lery was for miles pulled along by the men themselves, and that in the face of the enemy, hidden behind every stream, and ready to ambush them at every roadside. Over all these infamous wagon roads, across all these bridgeless rivers and endless swamps, our army now dragged with it a train of sixty-nine cannon^ twenty-five hundred six-mule wagons, and six hundred ambulances. The tremendous obstacles they encountered before reaching Columbia they were again to encounter beyond. Not a bridge was left on any creek or river in the Oarolinas. Eoads were built of poles and logs through swamps ten miles wide. Sherman's army had few rations and no tents. The foragers brought in all the food they could pick up near the line of march. The little rubber blankets the soldiers carried were their sole protection from storm. They were almost shoeless. There were not a dozen full tents in the army. Officers used tent flies sometimes, but of tener simply rolled themselves up in their blankets, as their men did. At army headquarters we had but one large WITH FIRE AND SWORD 181 tent, used generally for dining under ; so we usually slept in deserted cabins at the roadside. I recall one fearfully stormy night when the General and his staff had all crept into a little church we found in the woods. The General would not accept the bit of carpet one of us had improvised into a bed for him on the pulpit platform. "No/^ he said, ^Treep that for some of you young fellows who are not well.'^ He then stretched himself out on a wooden bench for the night I think he never removed his uniform during the campaign. Day and night he was alert, and seemed never to be really asleep. We of the staff now had little to do save carrying orders occasionally to other com- manders. General Sherman did most of his own writing, and he wrote a rapid, beautiful hand. We had breakfast by the light of the campfire almost every morning, and were immediately in the saddle, floundering along through the mud, always near to, or quite at, the head of the army. At noon we always dismounted and ate a simple lunch at the roadside, sometimes washed down by a little whisky. Jfow and then some one of the army, recognizing the General riding past, would give a cheer that would be taken up by brigades and divisions a mile away. There seemed to be something peculiar about this 182 WITH FIRE AND SWOED Sherman cheer, for soldiers far off would cry out: "Listen to them cheering Billy Sherman,'^ On the 3d of March we took Cheraw, and twenty- four cannon, also nearly four thousand barrels of gunpowder. That day General Logan, General Howard, General Kilpatrick, General Hazen, and many other notables came to headquarters. There was a jolly time of rejoicing. Here General Logan, who could play the violin, entertained them by singing my song of "Sherman's March to the Sea," accompanying his voice with the instrument A dozen famous generals joined in the chorus. After the singing, Logan insisted that I should also recite the poem. I did so, meeting with great applause from the very men who had been the leaders in the great ^TJarch." Alas! save one or two, they are now all dead. Among the captures that day had been eight wagonloads of fine, old wine. It was now dis- tributed among the different headquarters of the Union army, and as a result some of the said head- quarters were pretty nearly drunk. One of our staff, at dinner the next day, attempted to explain his condition of the day before. ^TS"ever mind ex- plaininsr," said General Sherman crustily, and with- out looking up, %ut only see that the like of that does not happen again ; that is all." That staff WITH FIKE AND SWORD 183 officer was a very sober man the rest of the cam- paign. While we were lying there in Cheraw we heard an awful explosion; the very earth shook. I sup- posed it to be an earthquake until a messenger brought word that a lot of captured gunpowder had exploded and killed and wounded twenty soldiers. As we were crossing on our pontoons over the Pedee River at Cheraw I noticed a singular way of punishing army thieves. An offender of this kind stood on the bridge, guarded by two sentinels. He was inside of a barrel that had the ends knocked out. On the barrel in big letters were the words: ^H am a thief/* The whole army corps passed close by him. An occasional man indul^d in some joke at his expense, but the body of soldiers affected not to see him. The day we entered Cheraw General Sherman and his staff rode through the country alone for ten miles, going across from one column to an- other. It was a hazardous ride, as the whole country was full of guerrillas. But nothing of note happened to us. On the 8th of March the headquarters staff was bivouacked in the woods near Laurel Hill. The ?irmy was absolutely cut off from everywhere. It had no base ; it was weeks since Sherman had heard from the North or since the ITorth had heard from 184 WITH FIKE AND SWORD him. Now he resolved to try to get a courier with a message through to Wilmington, at the seaside. An experienced spy by the name of Pike was selected to float down the Cape Fear Eiver to ask the com- mander to try to send a tugboat up, to communicate with the army. I did not know then that the next one to run down Cape Fear Eiver would be myself. In four days we had taken Fayetteville and its wonderful arsenal, built years before by the American people, and where now half the war supplies of the Rebel army were made. When the General and his staff first rode into Fayetteville headquarters were established in the arsenal. The General, wishing to look about the town for an hour or so, left me in charge. The other officers rode away with him. Very shortly a well- dressed, fine-looking old Southerner came to me and complained that his home was being disturbed by some of our soldiers. He was, he said, an old West Point friend of General Sherman^s. While waiting the return of the commander, he regaled me with incidents of their early days together in the North and with his intimacies with one who would now doubtless be overwhelmed with joy at seeing him. He begged me to observe what would be his re- ception when the General should come. Impressed by his conversation, I at once sent a soldier or two to guard his home. WITH FIRE AND SWOED 186 Shortly after General Sherman rode in through the arsenal portal and dismounted. The Southerner advanced with open arms, and for a moment there was a ray of pleasure illuminating Sherman^s face. Then he went and leaned against a column, and, turning to the Southerner, said, "Yes, we were long together, weren't we?" "Yes,'' answered the Southerner, delighted. "You shared my friendship, shared my bread, even, didn't you?" continued Sherman. "Indeed, indeed!" the Southerner re- plied, with increasing warmth. The General gave the Southerner a long, steady, almost pathetic look, and answered, "You have betrayed it all; me, your friend, your country that educated you for its de- fense. You are here a traitor, and you ask me to be again your friend, to protect your property, to send you these brave men, some of whose comrades were murdered by your neighbors this very morning — fired on from hidden houses by you and yours as they entered the town. Turn your back to me for- ever. I will not punish you; only go your way. There is room in the world even for traitors." The Southerner turned ashy white and walked away from us in silence. Sherman sat down with the rest of us to our noonday lunch. We sat about the portal on stones, or barrels, or whatever happened to answer for seats. The Qoneral could scarcely eat. Never had I seen him under such emotion; the 186 WITH FIEE AND SWOED comers of his mouth twitched as he continued talk- ing to us of this false friend. The hand that held the bread trembled and for a moment tears were in his eyes. For a little while we all sat in silence^ and we realized as never before what treason to the republic really meant The General spoke as if he, nor we, might ever live through it all. Very soon General Howard rode in to complain anew of the outrages committed on our troops by men firing from windows as they passed along the streets. Two or three soldiers had been killed. "Who did this outrage?" cried Sherman, in a loud and bitter voice. "Texans, I think," answered General Howard. "Then shoot some Texan pris- oners in retaliation," said Sherman sternly. ^We have no Texans," replied Howard, not inclined, apparently, to carry out the serious, but just order. "Then take other prisoners, take any prisoners," continued General Sherman. "I will not permit my soldiers to be murdered." He turned on his heel and walked away. Howard mounted and rode into the town. What happened, I do not know. On Sunday morning General Sherman asked me to take a walk with him through the immense arsenal of Fayetteville before he should blow it up. We were gone an hour, and I was surprised at his great familiarity with all the machinery and works of the WITH FIEE AND SWOED 187 immense establishment He talted constantly and explained many things to me. Ifever more than at that time was I impressed with the universal knowledge, the extraordinary genius, of the man. There seemed to be nothing there he did not under- stand. On our way back to headquarters I heard him give the order to destroy everything, to bum the arsenal down, blow it up, to leave absolutely nothing, and he added the prayer that thb American government might never again give North Carolina an arsenal and forts to betray. He was very angry now at those who had used the United States property in their desire to destroy the government itself. He had seen nothing in the war that seemed so treasonable, unless it was the base ingratitude of those who entered the service of the Eebellion after having been educated at West Point at the Govern- ment's expense. Pretty soon he said to me : "If I can get any kind of a boat up here, I am going to have you try to reach Wilmington with dispatches." Almost at that minute a steam whistle soimded in the woods below ns. "There it is," said the General joyfully. ^TPike got through." Very soon someone came running to mj a communication had come from the seashore; a little tug had run the "Rebel gaunlet all the way from Wilmington. 188 WITH FIKE AND SWOED We went in to lunch and the General announced to the staff his intention of sending me down the river, and off to General Grant with dispatches. This chance to get word of his movements and his successes to General Grant and the North was of vast importance, and it moved him greatly. He left his lunch half finished and commenced writing letters and reports to the commander-in-chief. That evening at twilight General Sherman walked with me down to the riverside where the little tug lay waiting. ^^When you reach the North," he said, putting his arm around me, "don't tell them we have been cutting any great swath in the Carolinas ; simply tell them the plain facts; tell them that the army is not lost, but is well, and still marching." So careful was I as to his injunctions, that even the newspapers at Washington never knew how the great news from Sherman reached the North. I did not know then, starting down the river with my message, that it was to be seven years before I was again to see the face of my beloved commander. The Cape Fear River was flooded at this time, a mile wide, in places even more, and though its banks were lined with ^errillas there could not be great danger, if we could stay in the middle of the stream, unless our little boat should get wrecked in the darkness by floating trees or by running into WITH FIRE AND SWORD 189 flhallow places. The lights were all put out. The pilot house and the sides of the boat were covered by bales of cotton^ to protect us against the Rebel bullets. My dispatches to General Grant were care- fully sewed up inside my shirt, and were weighted, so that I could hastily sink them in the river should we be captured. A half dozen refugees from Columbia joined us. Among them was the Mrs. C y whose property Devine and I had tried to save the night of the fire. It was a curious and dangerous voyage down that roaring, flooded river for a woman to be undertaking in the darkness^ but this woman had now undertaken many dangers. Another of my companions on that strange voyage was Theodore Davis, a corresponding artist of Harper's Weekly. We kept the boat in the channel as far as we could guess it, an^, for the rest, simply floated in the darkness. We went through undis- covered ; not a shot fired at us. Before daylight, so swift had been the current, we were in Wilmington. General Terry had just taken Wilmington and was in command of the city. Some of my dis- patches were for him. He was still in bed, in one of the fine residences of the place, but instantly arose and urged me to jump into bed and get some rest while he should arrange to get me immediate transportation to Grant. I slept till nine, and when 190 WITH FIKE AND SWORD I came down to the drawing-room^ now used as headquarters^ General Terry asked if perhaps it were I who wrote the song about Sherman's March from Atlanta seaward. It had been sung at the theater the night before^ he said. I was much gratified to have him tell me that the whole army had taken it up. "Tens of thousands of men," he said, "were singing it" I knew, as already told, that an exchanged prisoner had brought the song through the Rebel lines in an artificial leg he wore, but it was an agreeable surprise to now learn of its sudden and tremendous success. General Terry impressed me as the handsomest soldier I had seen in the army — ^McPherson, the commander of my own corp, only excepted. He was, too, a refined and perfect gentleman. Looking at him I thought of the cavaliers of romance. Here was real knighthood, bom and bred in the soil of the republic. The laurels for his heroic capture of Fort Fisher were fresh on his brow. Before noon an ocean steamer, the Edward Everett, was ordered to take me at once to Fortress Monroe. Two of my army friends went along. The captain, leaving on so short notice, had provided his ship with insuflScient ballast, and to me, a landsman, the vessel's lurchings were very astonishing. I had never seen the ocean before, and it was not long till WITH FIRE AND SWORD 191 I wished I might never see it again. To add to my alarm^ a fierce tempest sprang up as we passed around Cape Hatteras, and the danger was no longer imaginary, but very real. The few passengers on the boat might as well have been dead, so far as any self-help was to be thought of in case of disas- ter. Even the captain was very seasick, and, alto- gether, passengers and crew were badly scared. For many hours it was nothing but a fierce blow and a roll about on the mad waters. All things come to an end; so did this storm, and at last we reached Fortress Monroe, where I was hurriedly transferred by some sailors in a yawl over to a boat that had already started up the James toward Richmond. Our captain had signaled that he had a dispatch bearer from the Carolinas. We had not gone far until we passed the top of a ship's mast sticking a few feet above the water. It was the mast of the Cumber- land, that had gone down in her fight with the Merrimac with as brave a crew as ever manned a war boat. The steamer I was now on was crowded with ofiicers in bright uniforms, apparently returning to their regiments. I wondered if all the Eastern anny had been home on a furlough. I could not help contrasting to myself this ship full of sleek, brightly uniformed officers with the rough-clad 192 WITH FIEE AND SWOED soldiers and officers of the army of Sherman. Sher- man's foragers and veterans of the March to the Sea might have cut an awkward figure alongside these gay youths just from Washington. In the afternoon the ship came to at City Point, and I climbed up the bank of the river bluff for perhaps a hundred feet, and was soon directed to the headquarters of the cammander-in-chief of the United States armies. When I reached the open door of Grant's famous little cabin a young officer asked me to come in, and was introducing me to the chief of staff, Hawlins, who stood there with some letters in his hands. That instant General Grant showed his face at the door in the back of the room. I knew who it was at once. He stepped forward to where General Ilawlins was speaking with me, listened to the con- versation a moment, and without any formal intro- duction, smiled, took me by the hand and led me into the back room of the cabin shutting the door behind us. He asked me to sit down, but I first proceeded to rip the dispatches out of my clothing, and with intense interest watched his features while he eat on a camp stool by the window, his legs crossed, and read Sherman's letter. I could see the glow of silent satisfaction as he glanced along the lines that told of his great lieutenant's successes in WITH FIRE AND SWORD 193 the South. He glanced at another letter I held in my hand. "It is for the President," I said. "He will be here yet to-night," he answered. "His boat must now be coming up the bay." Then General Grant questioned me as to all I knew about Sherman's army, the character of the opposition he had met, the condition of his soldiers, their clothing, the roads, the weather. He also asked me how I had reached him with the dispatches, coming all the way from the interior of North Carolina. He seemed to have thought for a mo- ment that I had come across Virginia on foot He wanted to know of me again about the terrible treat- ment of prisoners in the Soulih. What I told him only "confirmed," he said, what he had heard from a hundred sources. Very shortly he heard the voice of General Ord in the outer room. "Come in here, Ord," he said, holding the door open. "CSome in and hear the news from Sherman. Look at that, listen to this," and again he went through Sherman's letter, reading parts of it aloud. "Good ! Good !" cried Ord, fairly dancing about the cabin, his spurs and saber jingling. *T[ was really getting afraid." "Not I, not I, not a bit," ex- claimed Grant enthusiastically, as he rose to his feet. "7 Tcnew my man. I Tcnew General Sherman^*' 194 WITH FIKE AND SWOKD I was astonished now at the simple and perfectly frank manner with which General Grant talked to me about the situation of the army. I had ventured to ask if there was any outlook for the immediate fall of Richmond or a battle. ^^ery ^eat," he answered. "I am only afraid Lee may slip out before we can get a great blow at him. Any hour this may happen." Just then there was cannonading. I wondered if a fight were com- mencing somewhere in the line already. General Grant did not change a muscle in his face. "Send out and see what the firing is/' he said to an officer quietly, and then as quietly continued talkinff, askins: me to tell him all I knew of a recent escapade of Kilpatrick and his cavalry. It happened that I knew all about it. Only a couple of weeks before Kilpatrick and his headquarters had been surprised in bed at a bivouac on the flank of Sherman's army, and were surrounded and some were captured. By a heroic struggle the cavalry leader had escaped his captors, had instantly rallied his troops there in the dark woods and given the bold Rebels a little dnib- binsr. The next day I had been with Sherman at headquarters and listened to Xilpatrick's recital of his adventure. My own narration of the nisrht's cavalry fisrht, reciting how the cavalrymen and his aids dashed about with nothing on but their shirts, WITH FIRE AND SWORD 195 made General Grant smile very audibly. "I had expected the whole thing to be about as you say," he exclaimed, in a grateful way, "but the Richmond newspapers which fell into my hands made a big thing of the so-called capture of Sherman's cavalry leader." Once, as the General rose and stood directly in front of us, I was astonished to see how small he seemed. I had seen Grant before, but on horseback or in battle, and, somehow, I had always regarded him as a rather large, solidly built man. To-day in the little back room of his cabin, talking with him, I saw how mistaken I had been. General Grant, as I now saw him, was, in fact, a little man. Several times he rose and walked about the room. He was not more than five feet seven or eight inches high, and he could not have weighed more than one hun- dred and forty or fifty pounds. He wore a simple fatigue uniform, and his coat thrown open gave him the appearance of being larger chested than he really was. His brown hair was neither short nor long, and he wore a full beard, well trimmed. Had I not known to whom I was talking, or had I not seen the three stars on his shoulders, I would have sup- posed myself in the presence of some simple army captain. There was nothing whatever about him to announce the presence of genius or extraordinary 196 WITH FIEE AND SWOED ability of any kind. He was in no sense a striking- looking man. His manner and words to me were kind and earnest. There was an agreeable look about his mouth and eyes that made him seem very sincere. Indeed, if any one thing about him im- pressed me more than another, it was his apparent sincerity and earnestness. And he looked to me like a man of great common sense. Of vanity, pre- tence, or power there was not a single sign. He could not have looked very greatly different when, he was hewing logs for his house at his f ather-in- law^s farm ten years before, from what he looked just now, quietly directing a million soldiers in the greatest war of modem times. Like Gteneral Sherman, he repeatedly expressed his interest concerning the terrible experiences I had undergone in Southern prisons. "I suppose you will want to get home as quickly as possible, won't you ?" he inquired, "or would you rather remain here awhile and look about the army V^ A steamer was to leave for the North in an hour. Privately, I was fearing a sudden break-down of my health, and longed for a home that I had visited but eight days during four long years of war. Then I thought of my letter to Mr. Lincoln. The General seemed to anticipate my thought. "Leave the President's letter with me," he said, "if you choose, WITH FIRE AND SWORD 197 and I will give it to him, or stay over and give it to him yourself," There was no man living I was so anxious to see as Abraham Lincoln. And this was my opportunity. But something like a premonition said, "Go home." When I expressed my feeling Greneral Grant stepped to the door of the office room and directed General Rawlins to see that I be provided with leave of ab- sence and transportation. That little order, signed by Rawlins, I still possess. With an earnest handshake and good-by General Grant thanked me for bringing him the dispatches. I was not to see him again for many years.* *At the town of Lucerne in Switzerland there is in front of the Schweizerhof a quay lined with castanien trees. It overlooks the beautiful lake. Long years after the war General Grant sat there on a bench one quiet summer night and talked to me of the time I brought the news to him from Sherman in the Carolinas. In a few weeks from that night by the lakeside I had the honor of enter- taining my old commander at my own home, in the city of Zurich, where I was now representing the government as one of his appointees. The order naming me to go to Zurich had, on a certain time, been written by his own hand. This night at Zurich proved to be almost the last time I was ever to see the great commander. His presence and words that evening are among the treasured memories of my life. CHAPTEK XV Washington City in the last days of the war — Look, the President! — The last man of the regiment. Leaving General Grant's headquarters at City Point was for me a final good-by to the army. The little steamer Martin carried me down the Jamee Eiver, up the Chesapeake Bay, and the Potomac, toward the North. I recall now the strange sensa- tions I had in passing Washington's tomb at Mount Vernon. The green slopes and the oak wood in front of the old mansion were in full view. I could even see the front columns of the house, and some- one on the steamer's deck pointed out to me the spot where stood the simple brick mausoleum where with folded arms slept the Father of his Country. I could not help reflecting that at that moment not a hundred miles away stood nearly all George Wash- ington's State's descendants, with arms in their hands, striving to destroy the government that he had founded. How I enjoyed that ship ride! Here there was no sandy prison pen with poor, straving, dying com- 198 WITH FIKE AND SWOED 199 rades lying around; no futile efforts at escape; no taunts and jeers that the American flag had gone down in disgrace; now all was free and beautiful, and mine. The hated rag of the Confederacy that had floated over my head and threatened me every day with death for fifteen long months was gone for- ever. At the mast of our little vessel waved the Stars and Stripes, conscious, it seemed to me, of the free air I was breathing. That was a happy day for me. Some time in the following night the wheels of the boat stopped revolving — ^there was silence; and when I woke at daylight there was the land. The ship was fast in the slip at the wharf, and there, too, was the capital of the republic. I went ashore by myself and wandered into the city, my mind crowded every moment with the thoughts of what had taken place here in the last four years. Sol- diers I saw everywhere, with arms and without arms. N^roes, now freedmen, by the ten thousand fairly darkened the population. With some friends I found a boarding place on the avenue above the National Hotel. If I wanted to see great men, notorious men, men making history, all kinds of men, I had only to step into the corridors of the National. I had little or no ready money, nor could I 200 WITH FIEE AND SWOED get any until the government settled my accounts. I waited in Washington for a week. General Sher- man had given me papers that would insure my promotion in the regular army. I presented them; they were all-suflScient ; I needed only to say the word. But I was sick and tired of war, and would not have exchanged a glimpse of my Western home for the commission of a brigadier. But while I stayed in Washington what sights I saw! Our capital is now possibly the finest in the world. Then it was the most hateful; the most hateful in every way. Militarism, treason, political scoundrelism, and every other bad ism reigned in every hotel, on every street corner, in Congress, out of Congress — everywhere; reigned right at the elbows of loyalty and patriotism such as the world never saw. Society was one grand conglomeration of everything good and bad. Washington City itself was a spectacle. It had no streets, save one or two — simply dirty unpaved roads. The dirty street cars, pulled by worn-out horses, were crowded inside and outside by a mass of struggling politicians, soldiers, gamblers, adven- turers, and women. The city was also full of hospitals; everywhere there were lazarettos and graveyards. It looked as if half the Union army had dragged itself into the capital to die. The WITH FIRE AND SWORD 201 great Capital building was uncompleted; its dome stood there covered with scaffoldings and windlasses. The plaza at the east end of the structure looked like a vast stone quarry. The Washington Monument had only gotten itself safe above high-water mark; and what there was of it was in danger of falling down. It stood in the middle of the flats, the mud and the malaria — ^the graveyard, in short, that formed the unsavory prospect from the White House windows. Aside from the unfinished government buildings there was not a pretense of architecture in all Wash- ington. There was nothing beautiful there. The very atmosphere seemed sickly; fever, malaria, were everywhere. It was the one city in all creation to get out of as soon as possible. Once I tried to get a glimpse of the President I failed. The White House gates were held by sentries. "Why do you want to see that old Ape ?" said a man to me one day. I was shocked, and would like to have killed him. But he was not alone in his vileness. Thousands in Washington affected to despise Lincoln. I wondered then that it was regarded safe for him to appear in public. One day a carriage rolled rapidly up the avenue in front of the National. I heard some men cry, "Look, the President!'' I glanced quickly. A tall, dark man, 202 WITH FIEE AND SWOED wearing a silk hat sat in the carriage; at his side a lady. In a moment they were out of sight There was not a cheer, not a hat touched, not a hand waved, and yet that was Abraham Lincoln passing, soon to be the greatest man in history. A little wrangle and almost a fist-fight between some by- standers on the pavement followed; one party de- nouncing the President for freeing the "damned niggers"; another thanking God for the President's noble deed. Such scenes were going on everywhere all over the capital, pro and con. Approval and hatred. The best praised, the worst abused mortal in America was just entering on his second term at the White House. I never even had a glimpse of the kindly face again. At last my accounts were ready. "But your r^- ment," said the Assistant War Secretary, "does not exist. What was left of them were all put into a cavalry troop long ago. You are the last num of the regiment/' Across the face of my paper he wrote, '^Discharged as a supernumerary officer/^ That paper lies before me while I write. I was paid off in shining greenbacks for all the time I had been in prison. As to the eighty comrades who had been captured with me that 25th of November in the assault on WITH FIRE AND SWORD 203 Missionary Ridge, aU but sixteen were dead. Nine of my old Company B of the Fifth Regiment were taken prisoners, and only one of them had survived the horrors of Andersonville. Poor Cartwright died not long after, and I alone of the little band was left to tell the story. -^