Perryville Understanding Perryville.

Well, I ended up responding to the review:

Thanks for your review Tim - even though it is a little lack luster. I question if you actually read the book though. You give no specifics as to what is wrong with it. The entire book is cited and has a lengthy bibliography of people who were present on the field - in the unit and at the battle. A second edition will soon be coming out that has identified the cabins on the Open Knob that were occupied by the Hafley family at the time of the battle. I specifically state in the text that this may not be exactly how the battle on the right unfolded, but it is closer than current interpretations. If you wouldn't mind giving some specifics as to what you thought was "fantasy," it would be appreciated.

I'm sure you won't be reading the second edition either, and I don't claim to be the best writer - or even good, but I do question your statement that "there is no history to support any of the author's conclusion." The entire narrative is in fact from their own words which can be read in their entirety in the appendices in the back.

If you suggest that the men in the ranks were misinformed, that's because you're only familiar with what historians cherry-pick to make their visions make sense. Go to the sources and see for yourself. We can't just use what we want to make something make sense - we have to use all the sources to get the true picture.
Maybe I should have left it alone... Nahhhh.
 
To support my belief that history has gradually been altered over the course of the last 152 years, I have searched everywhere for contemporary accounts of what happened on the Confederate right at Perryville. That part is pretty much exhausted and definitely supports my theory.

The next step was to hit post-war accounts from participants and accounts by historians of the day to see how they related it. Bingo. This is one of at least four post-war accounts that I have found that relate the story the way it actually played out. This is the way the battle unfolded before the real "revisionists" attempted a turn at it.

I suppose I wouldn't be called a "revisionist," but perhaps a "re-originalist?"

The National Tribune., June 19, 1884, Page 1


"CONFEDERATE PLANS.

Walking now over the hills to Chaplin River, we see General Polk's corps on the right and Hardee's to the left. General Polk has charge of the movement which Bragg is about to make. He has 16,000 men—Cheatham's division on the right, which is to strike Terrell's [Terrill's] brigade; Buckner's in the center, which is to advance through the fields west [north] of Doctor's Creek and strike the center of McCook's line; Anderson's, which is to advance on the east [south] side of the creek and attack Lytle's brigade.

Cheatham advances rapidly, moving in a way to strike the left flank of Terrell [sic]. The Confederates are upon Terrell [sic] almost before he knows that they are advancing. Parson's [sic] battery opens. The troops fire; but it is their first battle—they fire at random. They see three times their own number bearing down upon them. The line begins to waver. General Jackson and General Terrell [sic] try to rally them, but Jackson is killed and Terrell [sic] mortally wounded. The troops retreat in confusion, while the Confederates rush upon Parson's [sic] battery and capture several cannon. At a blow McCook's left has been crushed.

General McCook sees that a fierce struggle has begun, and sends Captain Fisher to General Gilbert asking for help; but Gilbert, instead of sending re-enforcements, refers him to General Buell for instructions. Buell is nearly two miles away and does not know that a battle has begun. General McCook makes a mistake not sending a swift courier to inform Buell.

ATTACK ON STARKWEATHER.

Having shattered Terrell's [sic] brigade, Cheatham's men advance upon Starkweather. Stone's and Bush's batteries open upon them; then come volleys of musketry. The battle is getting hot all along the line, for Buckner is in front of Harris' brigade, while Anderson is opening on Lytle. In the fields north of Mr. Russell's, amid the shocks of corn, along the fences, muskets flame and cannon flash. McCook brings forward Webster's brigade, but General Webster is killed. The Confederate batteries of Anderson's division, on a hill by the Mackville road, enfilade Lytle's line. By degrees the Union troops are driven. The Confederates advance with exultant yells. They are 16,000, while McCook has less than 10,000 to hold them in check. Back to Russell's house and beyond it retreat the Union troops. There is no panic; no running in confusion. The soldiers fire a volley, load their guns while falling back, take a new position, and again pour in their fire.

LOOMIS' BATTERY.

The artillerymen of Loomis' battery have fired away all of their long range ammunition, but the cannon wheel into position south of Russell's house, and the gunners stand beside their pieces, wiping the sweat from their brows biding their time.

On come the Confederates rushing to capture the guns, but suddenly a terrible storm of canister bursts upon them, not only from Loomis' guns, but from Pinney's 5th Wisconsin battery, which has come swiftly upon the ridge, the riders lashing their horses to a gallop. It is a destructive fire, which checks the advance.

GOODING'S BRIGADE.

Help has come at last from Gilbert's corps and Gooding's brigade of Mitchell's division advances across the fields. It is like the meeting of two waves of the sea. The struggle is terrific. In a very few minutes four hundred and ninety of Gooding's men are killed or wounded. Steedman's brigade of Schoepf's division advances, and the Confederates, who a few moment before thought themselves masters of the field, are driven in confusion back to Russell's house, through the cornfields where the dead and wounded are lying.

SHEIRDAN'S ADVANCE.

While this is going on around Russell's house, General Sheridan, a mile east on the Springfield road, orders General Carlin to advance with his brigade. The troops leave Doctor's Creek and come upon the line of skirmishers which Anderson has stationed along the north bank of the creek. The 38th Ohio dashes upon the Confederates, captures their officers and 133 men, two caissons, and several wagons. Carlin drives all before him, pushing on nearly to Perryville."
 
If this board ever becomes strictly serious, I'm outta here. We've been combining fun with serious since forever.

As much as possible, I'd like to see it stay that way.
 
If this board ever becomes strictly serious, I'm outta here. We've been combining fun with serious since forever.

As much as possible, I'd like to see it stay that way.

Ever been on Historium? It highly informative, but crack a smile, and someone's coming to your house!
 
If they're that not fun, the chances of my visiting are slim and none.

If you're looking for discussion on a wide variety of historical subjects, there is no other site. Just make sure you've eaten your Wheaties and have all of your source material handy. They will eat you alive if you're unprepared.
 
A horror of war.

"Burying a Brother on the Field.—Lieut. J. A. Osborne, 105th O. V., a member of the Sophomore Class, has resigned his commission on account of ill-health.

We have seen a letter of his written after the battle of Perryville, which speaks of a touching incident on the field. Lieut. Osborne was detailed with a squad of men, after the battle, to bury the dead of the regiment. He says:

"We buried 42: I approached one who had been struck in the face by a shell, blowing away his head and right hand.—His left hand was mostly blown away, then I examined his pockets in order to recognize him, and there found some letters whose address told the terrible truth.—It was my own brother! He was in my company and had been missed since the fight. Here he lay without any mistake. A terrible sensation passed over me.—I clipped a lock of his hair as a parting token; then with my own hands helped to dig his grave. I wrapped him in a blanket, carved his name upon an oak board, and holding it up as a tomb-stone, I saw him buried with a host of dead."—Lorain County News."
 
LETTER FROM THE 24th WISCONSIN.

"ON THE BATTLE FIELD,

Cave Springs, Kentucky, Oct. 10.

DEAR ___:--We have had a fierce battle…

Our line of battle was speedily formed, and we marched to the front, taking a position to the left of the First Missouri Battery. Our right wing overlapped the Fifty-Second Ohio, and our left was uncovered. In this condition we were ordered up to fire, which order was obeyed without a man flinching. The fire was terrific and our shell did dreadful work with the enemy, who had attempted to take the battery we were in support of. They charged through a cornfield and up a hill, when the Second Missouri and Thirty-Sixth Illinois opened a cross fire upon them and drove them back some forty or fifty feet behind a fence, where they squatted. It was then that the Eighty-Eighth Illinois, the Fifty-Second Ohio, and the Twenty-Fourth Wisconsin were ordered up, and after hard work, with the help of shell and shrapnel, drove them back through the cornfield and out of sight in a perfect rout. That was the last that was seen of them on the centre, although an occasional shell whizzed through the air over our heads. There were 350 dead and wounded rebels in the cornfield.

Gen. Adams' brigade charged our battery, and the Twenty-Fourth captured eight prisoners, among them a brigade surgeon and an aid-de-camp to the General. There were 3,000 stand of arms taken by us, as I saw them.

I have been on the battle field this morning, and the sight is horrible. The dead are lying all over the field, in numbers not to be counted. In one place in the woods five men and five horses were piled together, all killed, probably by the same shell.

The First and Twenty-First Wisconsin were badly handled by the rebels. The Colonel of the Twenty-First was killed, and Captain Bently wounded. Major Mitchell of the First was wounded, and has since, as I am told, had his leg amputated up to the knee. There were many officers killed that I do not know.

The Twenty-Fourth lost two men. One was from Co. D, and his name was James Hazel of Lone Rock, Wis. He leaves a wife and two children. The other was from Co. G., as I am told, but the boys in that company have said nothing about it, and I hardly think it is so, although I know one other was wounded The official report of the Thirty-sixth Illinois, to the Brigadier, was 8 killed and 72 wounded.

The Second Missouri in the morning charged on a rebel battery, but did not succeed in capturing it, as the rebels drew the battery from the field. In this charge the Second lost 15 men in killed and some 50 or more in wounded. They fight like tigers.

… There are many rebel accouterments lying around loose on the battle-filed. The cartridges they most used were the Enfiled ball cartridge, made in Birmingham, England, by E. & A. Ludlow. They had eight differed and distinct kinds of balls. I have every kind, and will send them to you, as also one of the English cartridges.

They had a great many of the Enfield rifles, and the Springfield musket also. The idea that they were poorly armed (especially in small arms) is all nonsense, as the arms they left behind sufficiently attest. The guns left behind were all as good as ours. They even had guns like those with which the Twenty-fourth is armed—the Austrian rifle. They had little artillery and few horses, as they had to leave four brass pieced captured from us in the morning, as also one of their own batteries. They dismounted the guns, and cut and burned up the carriages.

The heaviest fighting, from all accounts, was done on our left wing, and on their right, as they tried, without success, to turn our left."
 
"The Field of the Perryville Battle.

A correspondent, writing of the battle of Perryville, gives the following description of the battle field:

The work of death was tremendous. We rode over the battlefield. The rebels withdrew their entire forces during the night, leaving in a great hurry in the direction of Harrodsburg and Danville. They secured their baggage trains and supplies. The scenes of the battle-field beggar all description. Men were piled in heaps, torn by shell and ball into every conceivable shape. … We saw some boys, not over fourteen, in the cold sleep of death, mangled by balls. Poor boys! Our men lay in large numbers, unburied, upon the field, though trench and grave digging had commenced for the solemn work of burial. All the shoes and boots were taken from our dead, and their pockets were turned by the rebels and rifled.

The rebels had taken their dead and wounded mostly from the field. Their dead can be found piled all over the woods in a state of putrefaction and decomposition. The stench is becoming terrible in the woods and ravines. In one place we saw twenty two dead rebels, horribly mangled, lying in the woods, where they had been carried and left unburied by their ungrateful and heartless comrades. At another place we saw seventeen piled together in a rude pen, terribly mangled, and smelling very offensive. In one house on the roadside there are seventy-five rebels, dead and dying, and in another near a hundred and fifty. The country is one living hospital, and the woods filled with unburied dead. It is difficult to estimate, without reliable data, with accuracy the losses sustained on either side. Besides General Jackson and Acting Brigadier Generals Jouett, Lytle, Terrel, Webster, we lost a large number of field officers.

The Tenth Ohio, the Twenty-third Indiana, the First Wisconsin, the Fifteenth Kentucky, and the Tenth Wisconsin, suffered severely in both officers and men. Our loss in killed will reach between four and five hundred, while our total loss in killed, wounded, and missing, will number between three and four thousand. We lost, perhaps, more killed on the field than did the enemy, though their wounded and prisoners far exceeded ours. Their wounded, too, are severely wounded, and will die rapidly. Some of their regiments were almost annihilated. The Fifth Florida regiment was nearly all cut to pieces. One captain of this regiment went into the battle, his company numbering sixty; he lost all but six of his men, and was himself severely wounded. …

Many of the rebel guns are Enfield rifles, and the directions for loading, which I send you, signed "Elfy & Bro., London," show where their ammunition comes from. The flight of the enemy was precipitate, though it must have been orderly, as nearly all their heavy trains and all their artillery were saved. …

Now you ask was the battle of the 8th a victory? We answer that we do not regard it so. Our fearful loss of life, the loss of a battery, and the lives of so many valuable officers, are hardly remunerated by the capture of a barren hill, the killing of five or six hundred wretched rebels, and the taking of a lot of guns and prisoners. …"
 
So this has more or less turned into a tribute thread to Perryville, I will continue to add new material regarding the fight on a semi-regular basis. The following is new and interesting.

Major Frank M. Gailor

[Gailor was Quartermaster of Wood's Brigade.]

"On the morning of the battle, Major Gailor applied to Gen. Wood for permission to go upon the field. The General hesitated, reminding Gailor of his recklessness at Shiloh and Farmington. It was in this last mentioned battle that Gailor found one of our batteries, Capt. Baker's, with not force enough to man its guns. He dismounted and for some time supplied the cannoniers with cartridges from the caissons. He led in pursuit of the Abolitionists, and narrowly escaped with this life on several occasion during the engagement.

Gen. Wood was again prevailed upon to assent to his presence on a battle field. He rode at once to the front of the 33d Mississippi regiment, every man of which was his personal friend. On his appearance in front of the regiment he was greeted with loud cheers. He turned in his saddle, and pointing to the Yankees, said: "Boys, if you will follow me, not one of those accursed invaders of the South shall live to tell the tale of the battle of Perryville."

The regiment was almost instantly ordered to advance, and its Colonel was very soon severely wounded. Gailor from thirty to forty paces in advance of the line, then led the charge, when within thirty or forty yards of the enemy, he deliberately fired at them each barrel of his repeater. At this instant, his horse staggered and fell beneath him, pierced by a minnie ball. While he was disengaging himself, he saw Adjutant McClung fall severely wounded, he rushed to his assistance, and McClung pointing to the Yankees begged Gailor not to approach him. He raised McClung's head, and while giving him water from his canteen, with one hand he waved a white handkerchief above him. At that very instant a ball pierced his breast, and he fell dead.

Lieut. Frank Foster, of Cheatham's staff, once of the Avalanche office, who loved Gailor with all his impassioned nature, found his friend late that night stark, stiff and cold on the battle-field. The pale moonbeams rested on Gailor's face. Foster thought him overcome by fatigue and that he was sleeping. He sought to arouse the slumberer in vain. He tells us that he has been on many a battle-field, and witnessed many a scene of mortal anguish, but that he never shed tears and wept as when he stood above the cold lifeless body of Frank Gailor. The body was removed to a little churchyard not far from the scene of strife, and at midnight was consigned to its last resting place. The wheel of a broken gun carriage marks the grave of one of the noblest and bravest men who has fallen in defence of the South.

He would have no other monument than this, yet there exists in the hearts of those shoe loved him while he lived, one which shall endure forever. His deeds and virtues are ineffaceably inscribed on the tablets of our memory, and when in future years the battle of Perryville is named, we shall ever accord a sigh to the memory of Frank Gailor. The pale moonbeams shall gild the sod above him, the attendant stars shall look down upon the burial place of this hero of Perryville, and his repose may long be undisturbed by the footsteps of those he loved in a sunnier clime. But dark eyed maidens shall yet seek his grave, and with his wife and children scatter roses there.—With snowy fingers they shall touch the strings of memory, and with soft murmuring accents chant a requiem above the honored dead."
 
"From a splendid account in the Louisville Journal, of the victory at Perryville, we make such extracts as are of more special interest:

BATTLE-FIELD, Oct. 9, 1862.

When time shall have furnished an opportunity for truth to detail the incidents of the battle of yesterday in the hills where the now glorious Third Division lies, the battle of Chaplin Hills will be recorded as one of the hardest contested and bloodiest conflicts of the war. In all its features and incidents desperate—in its conduct reflecting honor and glory on the gallant Brigadier who commanded the brave men who fought it, this battle will be known for its terrible casualties on both sides, and for the fury with which immense masses of desperate rebels hurled themselves against the little band of determined men who repulsed them so bloodily. The long lists of the killed and wounded will tell how bravely our men have fought. The battle-field this morning reveals hundreds of evidences of how the rebels fought.

STARKWEATHER INTO LINE.

The brigade of Terrill, broken and scattered, fleeing to the rear, Gen. Rousseau hastily got Starkweather into position on the line originally chosen by him. At the same time, while his orders were being obeyed by Starkweather, Gen. Rousseau endeavored, but in vain, to rally the retreating column of Terrill. He drew his sword and attempted to drive them back, but his efforts were fruitless. His sword was broken in the attempt to drive them back the panic-stricken and raw troops. They fled in confusion many miles t the rear, and by night are said to have been in Springfield.

Gen. Rousseau returned to the brigade of Colonel Starkweather and pushed it forward to the west of the hill under which it had been stationed. Captain Stone's First Kentucky, and Capt. Bush's Fourth Indiana battery were placed on the summit overlooking the valley in the front. The First Wisconsin, Lieut. Col. Bingham, on the left, and the Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania, Col. Hambright, on the right, supported the batteries, while the Twenty-first Wisconsin, Col. Sweet, and the Twenty-fourth Illinois, Captain Mauf commanding, were on the extreme left of the brigade. This line was finely formed. Capt. Stone's battery was soon in play and did splendid execution. The First Wisconsin was a noble support, and the Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania left nearly a hundred noble fellows on the field while supporting Capt. Bush's battery.

THE ENGAGEMENT BECOMES GENERAL.

By this time the whole lines had become engaged, and the rebels found themselves confronted by a solid line, single, it is true, except upon the extreme right. The men were enthusiastic and determined. Gen. Rousseau had ridden along the line, loudly proclaiming that we were not whipped, though Terrill's brigade had fled, and declaring that "we will whip them yet." He rode along the whole line, now exposed to a withering fire, with his hat upon his sword, broken in the vain endeavor to rally the raw recruits of Jackson.

Along the whole lines of Starkweather and Harris the men with enthusiastic shouts hailed their General. The men of the First Wisconsin cried, "He's the General for us—puts us all in front," and from the Germans of the Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania and the Twenty-fourth Illinois went up enthusiastic cheers for Rousseau. Amidst a hail storm of shell, bullets, and solid shot, their General remained among the men, ever present on the line—alas, the only line, their being, unfortunately, no supports. But that front line never wavered on the left, the presence of their gallant General being to inspiration to them, and that inspiration an enduring spirit of determination and bravery never excelled or defeated.

THE REBEL LINE OF BATTLE.

The enemy's line was a magnificent one, extensive and deep, there being not less than three columns advancing, and a heavy reserve visible far in the rear. As the whole line came simultaneously into view, it was a magnificent sight. The troops moved in magnificent style, and when the order came, the skirmishers deployed as if on dress parade. They rushed forward from the line, spreading as beautifully as a fan in the hand of a practiced ecquotte. As from the nest a covey of quails flies, spreading over the field, so did the beautifully drilled troops of the rebels deploy from the line as skirmishers. With desperate fury the front fell upon Terrill and drove him from the field, and then the whole column fell upon the line of Rousseau, admirable disposed, but without support.

Today it was known that the enemy was three divisions strong, composed of the divisions of Frank Cheatham, Buckner, and Humphrey Marshall. Cheatham was on their right and fought Starkweather; Buckner was in the centre and fought Lytle. The first line of the rebels is known to have been composed of the brigade of Gen. George Maney; their right, Donelson, (cousin to the candidate for Vice President with Fillmore,) Stewart, Jones and Johnston's. The second and third lines are not known at this time, but they were brigades of the three divisions named. Bragg was on the field and directed the battle. It will be consoling for Bragg to know that Rousseau—citizen and not West Pointer—gave him his sufficiency of grape.

THE CONFLICT ON THE LEFT.

Starkweather's brigade held our left. I have before described its disposition. Stone's First Kentucky battery and Bush's Fourth Indiana Battery fought with this brigade. Stone was, with great labor on his part, brought to the crest of the hill in time to give the rebels canister as they emerged from the woods in pursuit of Terrill's flying brigade, and came into the open corn field below. The Seventy-Ninth Pennsylvania and the First Wisconsin opened a terrible fire upon them. Stone's men shouted and laughed like devils at every shot. The gunners caught the pieces ere their recoil had been completed and pushed them into position again. The rapid firing of musketry and artillery here was never before excelled, and a perfect hailstorm of shell and solid shot fell among them.

It was a glorious sight, worth the danger and exposure to witness. At the left of Stone's battery stood Rousseau, his presence lending courage to the faintest, as his tall large figure was exposed to the fire of the enemy's sharp-shooters. By him his staff—Jones, Willard, McDowell, and the rest; gallant and brave boys they are. The tall, slim figure of Starkweather was visible in every part of the field.—On the left, seconding the efforts of Rousseau and holding his men gallantly to their work, Stone, with his battery, watched with calm anxiety the effect of his shots, and kept his men at their glorious work. His battery was worked with fine effect, as was that of Capt. Bush, and with their supports of infantry they retained their position until the very last. Bloody was their fight, and hundreds were left on the field in their front. In Capt. Stone's front I this morning saw four dead rebels who had been killed by a single shot.—The top of the head of the first was taken off, the entire head of the second was gone, the breast of the third was torn open, and the ball passed through the abdomen of the fourth. All had fallen in a heap, killed instantly.

There was no maneuvering of troops in Starkweather's brigade. The left of the line was never broken. This brigade was the only one posted on the line of battle originally chosen by Gen. Rousseau.—Harris and Lytle had to be advanced from Rousseau's chosen line to sustain Terrill's brigade, and they had eventually to fall back to the line which Rousseau had determined upon. But Starkweather's brigade never moved. The rebels advanced upon him three times, and three times were they repulsed. Along the whole line of his brigade he kept up a terrible fire, withering and destructive. In the woods and cornfields in his front the rebels lie thick, and the graves tell that officers have fallen in plenty. The rebels buried most of their officers, but many of their men lie on the field to-day, and we are in possession of it.

I cannot express in general terms the gallantry of the men and officers on our left. To say that Starkweather and Hambright and Bingham and Mauf were bravely at their posts in the heat of the fight is only to say what all who know them will guess. To say that Stone and Bush were at their guns is only to say that they did their duty. General terms cannot express it, and I leave it to the imagination of the reader. They all deserve the admiration and thanks of their country."
 
Near the end of this interesting account of the battle, Major Cotter gives an excellent description of the average Rebel soldier.

"RETURN OF MAJOR COTTER.—Major Cotter, of General McCook's staff, who was captured on the 8th inst., at the battle of Perryville, reached here yesterday morning, having been paroled. He was captured at the close of the battle, when it was almost dark, having mistake the enemy's lines for our own. He had the supervision of twenty-six guns in the fight, which were located at different points on the field. He had left a battery at a certain point to visit a battery further down the line, and was not absent over twenty minutes. While he was gone, however, the former battery fell back, and the enemy following up took the position they had just vacated. Major Cotter, in riding back, hear the cheers of the rebels, but supposed that they came from his own men, not knowing that they had fallen back. He rode up and enquired the cause of the cheering. They said, "We have driven the enemy—they are running." He replied, "You will find plenty of grey coats down below there, yet," meaning rebels. This reply caused an officer to enquire—"Who are you, sir?" "I sir, am Major Cotter, of General McCook's staff." "And I, sir, am Major General Polk, of the Confederate Army, and you are my prisoner." The Major saw that he had got into the wrong box, but had no alternative but to submit. Before he left the spot seven other Federal staff officers rode up, and were captured as he was. General McCook's ambulance, containing all the General's clothing except what he had on, the carpet bags of his staff, (they were allowed no other baggage on that march,) refreshments, &c., was driven to the spot, and fell into the hands of the rebels, which rejoiced them greatly. With the ambulance were two negroes, who General Polk recognized as slaves who had belonged to him in Tennessee, and had run away. This was very gratifying to the Bishop General, without doubt.

Although it was promised that Major Cotter's private property should be respected, nearly everything was taken from him, even the spurs from his boots, his sword-knot, &c. He had $200 in "green-backs," which were not taken until he reached the lines when paroled. Then Morgan's Rangers took all but $10 of it. The Major says he was treated very kindly, except being robbed. He was taken about ten miles from Perryville, and after being kept there for three days, was paroled and sent to our lines. He expects to be exchanged soon.

The Major saw Bragg, Cheatham, Tilghman, Buckner, and others of the rebel Generals, and talked with them. …

The Major says the rebels fought with desperate bravery. They attempted, at one stage of the fight, to flank his batteries. They marched up in a line eight deep, and although the grape from his guns made chasms in the line yards in width, they would close up and march steadily on. Mortal men could not endure the fire, however, and they at length fell sullenly back. At one time there was a hand to hand fight over Parson's [sic] Battery, in which clubbed muskets were used. The battery was three times captured by the rebels, and three times retaken by our men. It was during these close and desperate encounters, that the brave General Terrill fell.

Major Cotter lost none of the twenty-six guns under his command. He escaped any serious injury. Riding through a cornfield, a twelve-pound ball struck the ground directly beneath his horse's belly, the concussion knocking horse and rider completely over amid a cloud of dust. The Major then mounted a cavalry horse he found, and had not been on him long before a solid shot came along and struck the horse in the hip. The Major's leg was badly sprained by the horse falling on it. He then went back and got his first horse, which had recovered from the shock and scare to which the twelve-pound shot had treated him. This horse was a favorite of the Major's, and he regretted being compelled to leave it with the rebels.

… The determined bravery evinced on both sides is warmly spoken of by Major C. He says for forty minutes each line stood a murderous fire from the other line without wavering. During the artillery firing, which opened the engagement, three of the enemy's pieces were dismounted by our artillerists, as a rebel officer admitted to the Major. None of our pieces were dismounted by the enemy.

The Major found the Confederate soldiers in a condition of great filth and destitution. Some of them had shirts made of carpets, table cloths, old calico dresses, blankets, &c. They were greasy from head to foot. They carry their rations of pork in a haversack by their side, and the grease running down their pantaloons, which are worn as long as they will hang together, gives them a filthy appearance, besides creating an odor perfectly sickening. The Major says it "turned his stomach." Field officers can be distinguished, but line officers cannot. Colonels have three stars on the shoulder, Lieutenant Colonels, two, and Majors one. Sometimes a line officer has a sword or a sash, captured from a Federal officer, and he is usually very proud of it. The men look pale and sallow on account of hard marching, short rations, &c. They told the Major that when they came from Chattanooga they marched seven days with rations of three ears of corn each, picking up a little something on the way. They are desperate, and fight desperately. They said they didn't want to fight the Western troops, but expressed very sanguine desires with regard to meeting the "Yankees." They wanted to know if we in the North were not getting about sick of the war. They said they were, but added that they would never be subjugated. Lincoln's proclamation was denounced with great bitterness by Bragg, Polk, and the rest."
 
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"On Saturday afternoon, as the rebel prisoners were about leaving the military prison for Portland, Capt. Watkins made the discovery that a she-sesh was in the part, dressed in male attire of a butternut color. As she came with them some time ago, she naturally expected to go with them to Vicksburg, but in this she was disappointed. The Captain holds her here still a prisoner. She gave her name as James Anderson, and says she belonged to the 5th Tennessee regiment, with whom she has been in the service near fifteen months, and was captured at the battle of Chaplin Hills.—Lou. Democrat."

From the Nashville Daily Union of Dec. 4, 1862, page 4.
 

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