The Rebel response to this cannonade, is very feeble. McDowell observes this. He suspects there has been a weakening of the Enemy’s force at the bridge, in order to strengthen his right for some purpose. And what can that purpose be, but to throw his augmented right upon our left, at Blackburn’s Ford, and so, along the ridge-road, upon Centreville? Thus McDowell guesses, and guesses well. To be in readiness to protect his own left and rear, by reenforcing Miles’s Division, at Centreville and along the ridge to Blackburn’s Ford, he temporarily holds back Howard’s Brigade of Heintzelman’s Division at the point where the cross-road to Sudley Springs Ford-along which Hunter’s Division, followed by the Brigades of Franklin and Wilcox, of Heintzelman’s Division, have already gone-intersects the Warrenton Pike.
It is 9 o’clock. Beauregard, as yet unaware of McDowell’s new plan, sends an order to Ewell, on his right, to hold himself ready “to take the offensive, at a moment’s notice,”–and directing that Ewell be supported in his advance, toward Sangster’s cross-roads and the rear of Centreville, by Holmes’s Brigade. In accordance with that order, Ewell, who is “at Union Mills and its neighborhood,” gets his brigade ready, and Holmes moves up to his support. After waiting two hours, Ewell receives another order, for both Ewell and Holmes “to resume their places.” Something must have occurred since 9 o’clock, to defeat Beauregard’s plan of attack on Centreville–with all its glorious consequences! What can it be? We shall see.
While Tyler’s Artillery has been cannonading the Rebel left, under Evans, at Stone Bridge,–fully impressed with the prevailing Union belief that the bridge is not only protected by strong masked batteries, heavy supports of Infantry, and by abatis as well as other defenses, but is also mined and ready to be blown up at the approach of our troops, when in reality the bridge is not mined, and the Rebel force in men and guns at that point has been greatly weakened in anticipation of Beauregard’s projected advance upon Centreville,–the Union column, under Hunter and Heintzelman, is advancing from Centreville, in the scorching heat and suffocating dust of this tropical July morning, slowly, but surely, along the Warrenton Pike and the cross-road to Sudley Springs Ford–a distance of some eight miles of weary and toilsome marching for raw troops in such a temperature–in this order: Burnside’s Brigade, followed by Andrew Porter’s Brigade,–both of Hunter’s Division; then Franklin’s Brigade, followed by Willcox’s Brigade,–both of Heintzelman’s Division.
It is half past 9 o’clock; before Burnside’s Brigade has crossed the Bull Run stream, at Sudley’s Ford, and the head of Andrew Porter’s Brigade commences to ford it. The troops are somewhat slow in crossing. They are warm, tired, thirsty, and as to dust,–their hair and eyes and nostrils and mouths are full of it, while most of the uniforms, once blue, have become a dirty gray. The sky is clear. The sun already is fiercely hot. The men stop to drink and fill their canteens. It is well they do.
McDowell, who has been waiting two or three hours at the turn, impatient at the delay, has ridden over to the front of the Flanking column, and now reaches Sudley’s Ford. He feels that much valuable time is already lost. His plan has, in a measure, been frustrated by delay. He had calculated on crossing Bull Run, at Sudley’s Ford, and getting to the rear of the Enemy’s position, at Stone Bridge, before a sufficient Rebel force could be assembled to contest the Union advance. He sends back an aide with orders to the regimental commanders in the rear, to “break from column, and hurry forward separately, as fast as possible.” Another aide he sends, with orders to Howard to bring his brigade across-fields. To Tyler he also sends orders to “press forward his attack, as large bodies of the Enemy are passing in front of him to attack the division (Hunter’s) which has passed over.”
It may here be explained, that the Sudley road, running about six miles South-Southeasterly from Sudley Springs Ford to Manassas Junction, is crossed at right angles, about two miles South of the Springs, by the Warrenton Pike, at a point about one mile and a half West of the Stone Bridge. For nearly a mile South of Sudley Ford, the Sudley road passes through thick woods on the left, and alternate patches of wooded and cleared lands on the right. The country farther South, opens into rolling fields, occasionally cut by transverse gullies, and patched with woods. This is what Burnside’s Brigade beholds, as it marches Southward, along the Sudley road, this eventful morning.
Thus far, the cannonade of Tyler’s batteries, and the weak return-fire of the Rebel Artillery, at Stone Bridge, over two miles South-East of Sudley Ford, is about the only music by which the Union march has kept time.
But now, as Burnside’s foremost regiment emerges from the woods, at half past 10 o’clock, the Artillery of the Enemy opens upon it.
Let us see how this happens. Evans’s Brigade, defending the Stone Bridge, and constituting the Enemy’s extreme left, comprises, as has already been mentioned, Sloan’s 4th South Carolina Regiment, Wheat’s Louisiana battalion, Terry’s squadron of Virginia Cavalry, and Davidson’s section of Latham’s Battery of six-pounders.
Earlier in the morning Evans has supposed, from the cannonade of Tyler’s batteries among the pines on the hills obliquely opposite the Enemy’s left, as well as from the sound of the cannonade of the Union batteries away down the stream on the Enemy’s right, near Blackburn’s Ford, that McDowell is about to make an attack upon the whole front of the Rebel line of defense along Bull Run-by way of the Stone Bridge, and the various fords below it, which cross that stream. But by 10 o’clock, that Rebel general begins to feel doubtful, suspicious, and uneasy. Despite the booming of Tyler’s guns, he has caught in the distance the rumbling sounds of Hunter’s Artillery wheels.
Evans finds himself pondering the meaning of those long lines of dust, away to his left; and then, like a flash, it bursts upon him, that all this Military hubbub in his front, and far away to his right, is but a feint; that the real danger is somehow connected with that mysterious far-away rumble, and those lines of yellow dust; that the main attack is to be on the unprepared left and rear of the Rebel position!
No sooner has the Rebel brigade-commander thus divined the Union plan of attack, than he prepares, with the limited force at his command, to thwart it. Burnside and he are about equidistant, by this time, from the intersection of the Sudley road, running South, with the Warrenton Pike, running West. Much depends upon which of them shall be the first to reach it,–and the instinctive, intuitive knowledge of this, spurs Evans to his utmost energy. He leaves four of his fifteen companies, and Rogers’s section of the Loudoun Artillery,–which has come up from Cocke’s Brigade, at the ford below–to defend the approaches to the Stone Bridge, from the East side of Bull Run,–and, with the other eleven companies, and Latham’s half-battery, he hurries Westward, along the Warrenton Pike, toward the Sudley road-crossing, to resist the impending Union attack.
It is now 10:30 o’clock, and, as he hurries along, with anxious eyes, scanning the woods at the North, he suddenly catches the glitter of Burnside’s bayonets coming down through them, East of the Sudley road, in “column of regiments” toward Young’s Branch–a small stream turning, in a Northern and Southern loop, respectively above and below the Warrenton Pike, much as the S of a prostrate dollar-mark twines above and below its horizontal line, the vicinity of which is destined to be hotly-contested ground ere night-fall.
[Says Captain D. P. Woodbury, U. S. corps of engineers, and who, with Captain Wright, guided the divisions of Hunter and Heintzelman in making the detour to the upper part of Bull Run: “At Sudley’s Mills we lingered about an hour to give the men and horses water and a little rest before going into action, our advance guard in the mean time going ahead about three quarters of a mile. Resuming our march, we emerged from the woods about one mile South of the ford, and came upon a beautiful open valley about one and a quarter miles square, bounded on the right or West by a wooded ridge, on the Fast by the rough spurs or bluffs of Bull Run, on the North by an open plain and ridge, on which our troops began to form, and on the South by another ridge, on which the Enemy was strongly posted, with woods behind their backs. The Enemy was also in possession of the bluffs of Bull Run on our left.”]
Sending word to Headquarters, Evans pushes forward and gaining Buck Ridge, to the North of the Northern loop of Young’s Branch, forms his line-of-battle upon that elevation–which somewhat compensates him for the inferiority of his numbers–nearly at right angles to the Bull Run line; rapidly puts his Artillery in position; the Rebel guns open on Burnside’s advance–their hoarse roar soon supplemented by the rattle of Rebel musketry, and the answering roar and rattle of the Union onset; and the Battle of Bull Run has commenced!
It is after 10:30 A.M., and Beauregard and Johnston are upon an eminence in the rear of the centre of the Enemy’s Bull Run line. They have been there since 8 o’clock. An hour ago, or more, their Signal Officer has reported a large body of Union troops crossing the Bull Run Valley, some two or three miles above the Stone Bridge; upon the strength of which, Johnston has ordered Bee’s Brigade from near Cocke’s position, with Hampton’s Legion and Stonewall Jackson’s Brigade from near Bonham’s left, to move to the Rebel left, at Stone Bridge; and these troops are now hastening thither, guided by the sound of the guns.
The artillery-firing is also heard by Johnston and Beauregard, but intervening wooded slopes prevent them from determining precisely whence it comes. Beauregard, with a badly-organized staff, is chaffing over the delay that has occurred in carrying out his own plan of battle. He is waiting to hear of the progress of the attack which he has ordered upon the Union Army,–supposed by him to be at Centreville,–and especially as to the advance of his right toward Sangster’s Station. In the meantime also,–from early morning,–the Rebel commanders have heard heavy firing in the direction of Blackburn’s Ford, toward their right, where the Artillery attached to the brigades of Davies and Richardson, constituting McDowell’s Left Wing, is demonstrating in a lively manner, in accordance with McDowell’s plan.
It is 11 o’clock. Beauregard has become satisfied that his orders for the Rebel advance and attack on Centreville, have failed or miscarried. His plan is abandoned, and the orders countermanded. At the same time the growing volume of artillery-detonations upon the left of the Bull Run line of defense–together with the clouds of dust which indicate the route of march of Hunter’s and Heintzelman’s Divisions from near Centreville to the point of conflict, satisfies both Johnston and Beauregard, that a serious attack is imperilling the Rebel left.
Beauregard at once proposes to Johnston “a modification of the abandoned plan,” viz.: “to attack with the” Rebel “right, while the left stands on the defensive.” But rapidly transpiring events conspire to make even the modified plan impracticable.
Johnston, convinced by the still growing volume of battle-sounds on the Rebel left, that the main attack of McDowell is being made there, urges Beauregard to strengthen the left, as much as possible; and, after that general has sent orders to this end,–to Holmes and Early to come up with their Brigades from Union Mills Ford, moving “with all speed to the sound of the firing,” and to Bonham to promptly send up, from Mitchell’s Ford, a battery and two of his regiments–both he and Beauregard put spurs to their horses, and gallop at full speed toward the firing, four miles away on their left,–stopping on the way only long enough for Johnston to order his Chief-of-artillery, Colonel Pendleton, to “follow, with his own, and Alburtis’s Batteries.”
Meanwhile let us return and witness the progress of the battle, on the Rebel left,–where we were looking on, at 10:30 o’clock. Evans had then just posted his eleven companies of Infantry on Buck Ridge, with one of his two guns on his left, near the Sudley road, and the other not far from the Robinson House, upon the Northern spur of the elevated plateau just South of Young’s Branch, and nearly midway between the Sudley road and Stone Bridge.
The battle, as we have seen, has opened. As Burnside’s Brigade appears on the slope, to the North of Buck Ridge (or Hill), it is received by a rapid, well-sustained, and uncomfortable, but not very destructive fire, from Evans’s Artillery, and, as the Union regiments press forward, in column, full of impulsive ardor, the Enemy welcomes the head of the column with a hot musketry-fire also, delivered from the crest of the elevation behind which the Rebel Infantry lie flat upon the ground.
This defense by Evan’s demi-Brigade still continues, although half an hour, or more, has elapsed. Burnside has not yet been able to dislodge the Enemy from the position. Emboldened to temerity by this fact, Major Wheat’s Louisiana battalion advances through the woods in front, upon Burnside, but is hurled back by a galling fire, which throws it into disorder and flight.
At this moment, however, the brigades of Bee and Bartow–comprising the 7th and 8th Georgia, 2nd Mississippi, 4th Alabama, 6th North Carolina, and two companies of the 11th Mississippi, with Imboden’s Battery of four pieces–recently arrived with Johnston from Winchester, come up, form on the right of Sloan’s 4th South Carolina Regiment, while Wheat rallies his remnant on Sloan’s left, now resting on the Sudley road, and the whole new Rebel line opens a hot fire upon Burnside’s Brigade.
Hunter, for the purpose of better directing the Union attack, is at this moment rapidly riding to the left of the Union line,–which is advancing Southwardly, at right angles to Bull Run stream and the old line of Rebel defense thereon. He is struck by the fragment of a shell, and carried to the rear.
Colonel John S. Slocum’s, 2nd Rhode Island, Regiment, with Reynold’s Rhode Island Battery (six 13-pounders), having been sent to the front of Burnside’s left, and being closely pressed by the Enemy, Burnside’s own regiment the 1st Rhode Island, is gallantly led by Major Balch to the support of the 2nd, and together they handsomely repulse the Rebel onset. Burnside now sends forward Martin’s 71st New York, with its two howitzers, and Marston’s 2nd New Hampshire,–his whole Brigade, of four regiments and a light artillery battery, being engaged with the heavy masked battery (Imboden’s and two other pieces), and nearly seven full regiments of the Enemy.
The regiments of Burnside’s Brigade are getting considerably cut up. Colonels Slocum and Marston, and Major Balch, are wounded. There is some confusion in the ranks, and the Rhode Island Battery is in danger of capture, when General Andrew Porter–whose own brigade has just reached the field and is deploying to the right of Burnside’s–succeeds Hunter in command of the division, and rides over to his left. Burnside asks him for Sykes’s battalion of regulars, which is accordingly detached from the extreme right of Andrew Porter’s Division, rapidly forms on the left, in support of the Rhode Island Battery, and opens a hot and effective fire which, in connection with the renewed fire of Burnside’s rallied regiments, and the opening artillery practice of Griffin’s Battery–that has just come up at a gallop and gone into a good position upon an eminence to the right of Porter’s Division, and to the right of the Sudley road looking South–fairly staggers the Enemy.
And now the brigades of Sherman and Keyes, having been ordered across Bull Run by General Tyler, are seen advancing from Poplar Ford, at the rear of our left,–Sherman’s Brigade, headed by Corcoran’s 69th New York Regiment, coming up on Burnside’s left, while Keves’s Brigade is following, to the left again of, Sherman.
[Sherman, in his Official Report, after mentioning the receipt by him of Tyler’s order to “cross over with the whole brigade to the assistance of Colonel Hunter”–which he did, so far as the Infantry was concerned, but left his battery under Ayres behind, on account of the impassability of the bluff on the Western bank of Bull Run –says: “Early in the day, when reconnoitering the ground, I had seen a horseman descend from a bluff in our front, cross the stream, and show himself in the open field, and, inferring we could cross over at the same point, I sent forward a company as skirmishers, and followed with the whole brigade, the New York Sixty-ninth leading.”
This is evidently the ford at the elbow of Bull Run, to the right of Sherman’s front, which is laid down on the Army-maps as “Poplar Ford,” and which McDowell’s engineers had previously discovered and mapped; and to which Major Barnard of the U. S. Engineer Corps alludes when, in his Official Report, he says: “Midway between the Stone Bridge and Sudley Spring our maps indicated another ford, which was said to be good.”
The Comte de Paris, at page 241, vol. I. of his admirable “History of the Civil War in America,” and perhaps other Military historians, having assumed and stated–upon the strength of this passage in Sherman’s Report–that “the Military instinct” of that successful soldier had “discovered” this ford; and the impression being thus conveyed, however undesignedly, to their readers, that McDowell’s Engineer corps, after spending two or three days in reconnaissances, had failed to find the ford which Sherman had in a few minutes “discovered” by “Military instinct;” it is surely due to the truth of Military history, that the Engineers be fairly credited with the discovery and mapping of that ford, the existence of which should also have been known to McDowell’s brigade commanders.
If, on the other hand, the Report of the Rebel Captain Arthur L. Rogers, of the Loudoun Artillery, to General Philip St. George Cocke, be correct, it would seem that Sherman attempted to cross Bull Run lower down than Poplar Ford, which is “about one mile above the Stone Bridge,” but was driven back by the fire of Rogers’s guns to cross at that particular ford; for Rogers, in that Report, says that about 11 o’clock A. M., the first section of the Loudoun Artillery, under his command, “proceeded to the crest of the hill on the West Side of Bull Run, commanding Stone Bridge. * * * Here.” continues he, “I posted my section of Artillery, and opened a brisk fire upon a column of the Enemy’s Infantry, supposed to be two regiments, advancing towards me, and supported by his battery of rifled cannon on the hills opposite. These poured into my section a steady fire of shot and shell. After giving them some fifty rounds, I succeeded in heading his column, and turned it up Bull Run to a ford about one mile above Stone Bridge, where, with the regiments which followed, they crossed, and proceeded to join the rest of the Enemy’s forces in front of the main body of our Army.”]
Before this developing, expanding, and advancing attack of the Union forces, the Rebel General Bee, who–since his coming up to support Evans, with his own and Bartow’s Brigades, to which had since been added Hampton’s Legion,–has been in command of this new Rebel line of defense upon the left of the Bull Run line, concludes that that attack is getting too strong for him, and orders his forces to retreat to the Southward, and re-form on a second line, parallel to their present line, and behind the rising ground at their rear. They do so, somewhat faster than he desires. The whole line of the Rebel centre gives way, followed by the wings, as far as the victorious Union troops can see.
We must be blind if we cannot perceive that thus far, the outlook, from the Union point of view,–despite numberless mistakes of detail, and some, perhaps, more general in their character–is very good. The “Boys in Blue” are irresistibly advancing, driving the “Rebel Gray” back and back, without let or hindrance, over the Buck Hill ridge, over Young’s Branch, back to, and even over, the Warrenton Pike. Time, to be sure, is flying–valuable time; but the Enemy also is retiring.–There is some slight confusion in parts of our own ranks; but there is much more in his. At present, we have decidedly the best of it. McDowell’s plan has been, thus far, successful. Will that success continue? We shall see.
Heintzelman’s Division is coming, up from the rear, to the Union right –Franklin’s Brigade, made up of the 5th and 11th Massachusetts, and 1st Minnesota, with Ricketts’s splendid battery of six 10-pounder Parrotts, forming on the right of Andrew Porter’s Brigade and Division; while Willcox’s demi-Brigade, with its 11th (“Fire Zouaves”) and 38th New York–having left Arnold’s Battery of four pieces, with the 1st Michigan as its support, posted on a hill commanding Sudley’s Ford–comes in, on the right of Franklin, thus forming the extreme right of the advancing Union line of attack.
As our re-enforcing brigades come up, on our right, and on our left, the Enemy falls back, more and more discouraged and dismayed. It seems to him, as it does to us, “as though nothing can stop us.” Jackson, however, is now hurrying up to the relief of the flying and disordered remnants of Bee’s, Bartow’s, and Evans’s Brigades; and these subsequently rally, with Hampton’s Legion, upon Jackson’s strong brigade of fresh troops, so that, on a third new line, to which they have been driven back, they soon have–6,500 Infantry, 13 pieces of Artillery, and Stuart’s cavalry-posted in a belt of pines which fringes the Southern skirt of the Henry House plateau–in a line-of-battle which, with its left resting upon the Sudley road, three-quarters of a mile South of its intersection with the Warrenton Pike, is the irregular hypothenuse of a right-angled triangle, formed by itself and those two intersecting roads, to the South-East of such intersection. It is within this right-angled triangular space that the battle, now proceeding, bids fair to rage most fiercely.
Johnston and Beauregard, riding up from their rear, reach this new (third) line to which the Rebel troops have been driven, about noon. They find the brigades of Bee, Bartow, and Evans, falling back in great disorder, and taking shelter in a wooded ravine, South of the Robinson House and of the Warrenton Pike. Hampton’s Legion, which has just been driven backward over the Pike, with great loss, still holds the Robinson House. Jackson, however, has reached the front of this line of defense, with his brigade of the 2nd, 4th, 5th, 27th, and 33rd Virginia Infantry, and Pendleton’s Battery–all of which have been well rested, since their arrival, with other brigades of Johnston’s Army of the Shenandoah, from Winchester, a day or two back.
As Jackson comes up, on the left of “the ravine and woods occupied by the mingled remnants of Bee’s, Bartow’s and Evans’s commands,” he posts Imboden’s, Stanard’s, and Pendleton’s Batteries in line, “below the brim of the Henry House plateau,” perhaps one-eighth of a mile to the East-Southeastward of the Henry House, at his centre; Preston’s 4th Virginia, and Echol’s 27th Virginia, at the rear of the battery-line; Harper’s 5th Virginia, with Radford’s Cavalry, at its right; and, on its left, Allen’s 2nd Virginia; with Cumming’s 33rd Virginia to the left of that again, and Stuart’s Cavalry covering the Rebel left flank.
It is about this time that the chief Rebel generals find their position so desperate, as to necessitate extraordinary measures, and personal exposure, on their part. Now it is, that Jackson earns the famous sobriquet which sticks to him until he dies.
[Bee approaches Jackson–so goes the story, according to Swinton; he points to the disordered remnants of his own brigade mingled with those of the brigades of Bartow and Evans huddled together in the woods, and exclaims: “General, they are beating us back!” “Sir,” responds Jackson, drawing himself up, severely, “We’ll give them the bayonet!” And Bee, rushing back among his confused troops, rallies them with the cry: “There is Jackson, standing like a Stone wall! Let us determine to die here, and we will conquer.”]
Now it is, that Johnston and Beauregard, accompanied by their staffs, ride backward and forward among the Rebel ranks, rallying and encouraging them. Now it is, that, Bee and Bartow and Hampton being wounded, and the Lieutenant-Colonel of the Hampton Legion killed, Beauregard leads a gallant charge of that legion in person. And now it is, that Johnston himself, finding all the field-officers of the 4th Alabama disabled, “impressively and gallantly charges to the front” with the colors of that regiment at his side!
These conspicuous examples of bravery, inspire the Rebel troops with fresh courage, at this admittedly “critical” moment.
Johnston now assigns to Beauregard the chief “command of the left” of the Bull Run line,–that is to say, the chief command of the Enemy’s new line of defense, which, as we have seen, is on the left of, and at right angles to, the old Bull Run line–while he himself, riding back to the Lewis House, resumes “the command of the whole field.”
On his way to his rear, Johnston orders Cocke to send reenforcements to Beauregard. He also dispatches orders to hurry up to that Rebel general’s support, the brigades of Holmes and Early from near the Union Mills Ford, and that of Bonham from Mitchell’s Ford,–Ewell with his brigade, being also directed to “follow with all speed” from Union Mills Ford-making a total of over 10,000 fresh troops.
From the “commanding elevation” of the Lewis House, Johnston can observe the position of the Union forces beyond Bull Run, at Blackburn’s Ford and Stone Bridge; the coming of his own re-enforcing brigades from far down the valley, toward Manassas; and the manoeuvres of our advancing columns under McDowell.
As the battle proceeds, the Enemy’s strength on the third new line of defense increases, until he has 22 guns, 260 Cavalry, and 12 regiments of Infantry, now engaged. It is interesting to observe also, that, of these, 16 of the guns, 9 of the regiments, and all of the Cavalry (Stuart’s), belong to Johnston’s Army of the Shenandoah, while only 6 guns and 3 Infantry regiments thus engaged, belong to Beauregard’s Army of the Potomac. Thus the burden of the battle has been, and is being, borne by Johnston’s, and not Beauregard’s troops–in the proportion of about three of the former, to one of the latter,–which, for over two hours, maintain their position despite many successive assaults we make upon them.
It is after 2 o’clock P.M., when Howard’s Brigade, of Heintzelman’s Division, reaches the battle-field, almost broken down with exhaustion. By order of Heintzelman it has moved at double-quick for a mile of the way, until, under the broiling heat, it can do so no longer. The last two miles of the weary tramp, while the head of the brigade has moved at quick time, the rear, having lost distances, moves, much of the time, at a double-quick. As a consequence, many of Howard’s men drop out, and absolutely faint from exhaustion.
As Howard’s Brigade approaches the field, besides the ambulances and litters, conveying to the rear the wounded and dying, crowds of retreating stragglers meet and tell it to hurry along; that the Enemy has been driven back a mile; but, as it marches along, its regiments do not feel particularly encouraged by the disorganization so prevalent; and the fact that as they come into action, the thunders of the Rebel Artillery do not seem to meet an adequately voluminous response–from the Union side, seems to them, a portent of evil. Weary and fagged out, they are permitted to rest, for a while, under cover.
Up to this time, our line, increased, as it has been, by the brigades of Sherman and Keyes, on the left of Burnside, and of Franklin and Wilcox, on the right of Porter, has continued to advance victoriously. Our troops are, to be sure, considerably scattered, having been “moved from point to point” a good deal. On our left, the Enemy has been driven back nearly a mile, and Keyes’s Brigade is pushing down Bull Run, under shelter of the bluffs, trying to turn the right of the Enemy’s new line, and give Schenck’s Brigade a better chance for crossing the Stone Bridge, still commanded by some of the Rebel guns.
Having “nothing to do” there, “several of the Union regiments” are coming over, from our left toward our right, with a view of overlapping, and turning, the Enemy’s left.
It is about half past 2 o’clock. The batteries of Griffin and Ricketts have already been advanced as far as the eminence, upon our right, upon which stands the Dogan House. Supported by Lyons’s gallant 14th New York Chasseurs, Griffin’s and Ricketts’s Batteries are still pouring a terribly destructive fire into the batteries and columns of the Enemy, now behind the brow of the Henry House hill, wherever exposed, while Palmer’s seven companies of Union Cavalry are feeling the Enemy’s left flank, which McDowell proposes to turn. The flags of eight Union regiments, though “borne somewhat wearily” now point toward the hilly Henry House plateau, beyond which “disordered masses of Rebels” have been seen “hastily retiring.”
There is a lull in the battle. The terrible heat is exhausting to the combatants on both sides. Griffin and Ricketts have wrought such havoc with their guns, that “nothing remains to be fired at.” Victory seems most surely to be ours.
Away down at his headquarters at the Lewis House, the Rebel General Johnston stands watching the progress of the battle, as it goes against him. Nervously he glances, every now and then, over his left shoulder, as if expecting something. An officer is galloping toward him, from Manassas. He comes from the office of Beauregard’s Adjutant-General, at that point. He rides up and salutes. “General,” says he, breathlessly, “a United States Army has reached the line of the Manassas Gap railroad, and is now but three or four miles from our left flank!”
Johnston clenches his teeth nervously. Thick beads of perspiration start from his forehead. He believes it is Patterson’s Army that has followed “upon his heels” from before Winchester, faster than has been anticipated; and, as he thinks of Kirby Smith, who should long since have arrived with Elzey’s Brigade–all, of his own “Army of the Shenandoah,” that has not yet followed him to Manassas,–the exclamation involuntarily bursts from his lips: “Oh, for four regiments!”
[Says a correspondent and eye-witness of the battle, writing to the Richmond Dispatch, from the battle-field, July 23d: “Between two and three o’clock large numbers of men were leaving the field, some of them wounded, others exhausted by the long struggle, who gave us gloomy reports; but, as the firing on both sides continued steadily, we felt sure that our brave Southerners had not been conquered by the overwhelming hordes of the North. It is, however, due to truth to say that the result at this hour hung trembling in the balance. We had lost numbers of our most distinguished officers. Gens. Barlow and Bee had been stricken down; Lieut; Col. Johnson of the Hampton Legion had been killed; Col. Hampton had been wounded. But there was at hand a fearless general whose reputation was staked on this battle: Gen. Beauregard promptly offered to lead the Hampton Legion into action, which he executed in a style unsurpassed and unsurpassable. Gen. Beauregard rode up and down our lines, between the Enemy and his own men, regardless of the heavy fire, cheering and encouraging our troops. About this time, a shell struck his horse, taking its head off, and killing the horses of his aides, Messrs. Ferguson and Hayward. * * * Gen. Johnston also threw himself into the thickest of the fight, seizing the colors of a Georgia (Alabama) regiment, and rallying then to the charge. * * * Your correspondent heard Gen. Johnston exclaim to Gen. Cocke, just at the critical moment, ‘Oh, for four regiments!’ His wish was answered; for in the distance our re-enforcements appeared. The tide of battle was turned in our favor by the arrival of Gen. Kirby Smith, from Winchester, with 4,000 men of Gen. Johnston’s Division. Gen. Smith heard, while on the Manassas Railroad cars, the roar of battle. He stopped the train, and hurried his troops across the fields to the point just where he was most needed. They were at first supposed to be the Enemy, their arrival at that point of the field being entirely unexpected. The Enemy fell back, and a panic seized them. Cheer after cheer from our men went up, and we knew the battle had been won.”
Another Rebel correspondent who, as an officer of the Kentucky battalion of General Johnston’s Division of the Rebel Army, participated in the battle, wrote to the Louisville Courier from Manassas, July 22, an account of it, in which, after mentioning that the Rebel Army had been forced back for two miles, he continues; “The fortunes of the day were evidently against us. Some of our best officers had been slain, and the flower of our Army lay strewn upon the field, ghastly in death or gaping with wounds. At noon, the cannonading is described as terrific. It was an incessant roar for more than two hours, the havoc and devastation at this time being fear ful. McDowell * * * had nearly outflanked us, and they were just in the act of possessing themselves of the Railway to Richmond. Then all would have been lost. But most opportunely–I may say Providentially–at this juncture, Gen. Johnston, [Kirby Smith it should be] with the remnant of Johnston’s Division–our Army, as we fondly call it, for we have been friends and brothers in camp and field for three months–reappeared, and made one other desperate struggle to obtain the vantage-ground. Elzey’s Brigade of Marylanders and Virginians led the charge; and right manfully did they execute the work,”]
“The prayer of the wicked availeth not,” ’tis said; yet never was the prayer of the righteous more quickly answered than is that of the Rebel General-in-chief! Johnston himself, alluding to this exigent moment, afterward remarks, in his report: “The expected reenforcements appeared soon after.” Instead of Patterson’s Union Army, it is Kirby Smith, coming up, with Elzey’s Brigade, from Winchester!
Satisfied of the safe arrival of Kirby Smith, and ordering him up, with Elzey’s Brigade, Johnston directs Kershaw’s 2nd and Cash’s 8th South Carolina Regiments, which have just come up, with Kemper’s Battery, from Bonham’s Brigade, to strengthen the Rebel left, against the attempt which we are still making to reach around it, about the Sudley road, to take it in reverse. Fisher’s 6th North Carolina Regiment arriving about the same time, is also hurried along to help Beauregard.
But during the victorious lull, heretofore alluded to, something is happening on our side, that is of very serious moment. Let us see what it is:
The batteries of Griffin and Ricketts, at the Dogan House, having nothing to fire at, as we have seen, are resting, pleased with the consciousness of their brilliant and victorious service against the Rebel batteries and Infantry columns, when they are ordered by McDowell –who, with his staff, is upon elevated ground to the rear of our right,–to advance 1,000 yards further to the front, “upon a hill near the Henry House.”
Ricketts considers this a perilous job–but proceeds to execute the order as to his own battery. A small ravine is in his front. With Ricketts gallantly leading, the battery dashes across the ravine at full gallop, breaking one wheel as it goes, which is at once replaced. A fence lies across the way. The cannoniers demolish it. The battery ascends the hill near the Henry House, which is full of the Enemy’s sharpshooters.
[For this, and what immediately follows, see the testimony of Ricketts and others, before the Committee on the Conduct of the War.]
Soon as Ricketts gets his guns in battery, his men and horses begin to fall, under the fire of these sharpshooters. He turns his guns upon the Henry House,–and “literally riddles it.” Amid the moans of the wounded, the death scream of a woman is heard! The Enemy had permitted her to remain in her doomed house!
But the execution is not all on one side, by any means. Ricketts is in a very hot place–the hottest, he afterward declares, that he has ever seen in his life–and he has seen fighting before this.
The Enemy is behind the woods, at the front and right of Ricketts’s Battery. This, with the added advantage of the natural slope of the ground, enables him to deliver upon the brave Union artillerists a concentrated fire, which is terribly destructive, and disables so many of Rickett’s horses that he cannot move, if he would. Rickett’s own guns, however, are so admirably served, that a smooth-bore battery of the Enemy, which has been stubbornly opposing him, is driven back, despite its heavy supports.
And Griffin’s Battery now comes rapidly up into position on the left of, and in line with, Ricketts. For Griffin also has been ordered from the Dogan House hill, to this new, and dangerously exposed, position.
But when Major Barry, General McDowell’s Chief of Artillery, brings him the order, Griffin hesitates–for he has no Infantry support.
“The Fire Zouaves–[The 11th New York]–will support you,” says Barry,” They are just ready to follow you at the double-quick!”
“Then why not let them go and get in position on the hill,” says Griffin; “then, let Ricketts’s and my batteries come into battery behind; and then, let them (the Zouaves) fall back?”
Griffin advises, also, as a better position for his own battery, a hill 500 yards in the rear of the Henry House hill. But advice is thrown away. His artillery-chief is inflexible.
“I tell you,” says Griffin again, “the Fire Zouaves won’t support us.”
“They will,” replies Barry. “At any rate it is General McDowell’s order to go there!”
That settles the business. “I will go,” responds Griffin; “but mark my words, they will not support us!”
Griffin’s Battery, indeed, starts first, but, owing to the mistake of one of his officers, it has to be countermarched, so that Ricketts’s is thrown to the front, and, as we have seen, first reaches the crest of the Henry House hill.
Griffin, as he comes up with his guns, goes into battery on the left of Ricketts, and at once opens briskly on the Enemy. One of Griffin’s guns has a ball lodged in the bore, which cannot be got in or out. His other five guns, with the six guns of Ricketts, make eleven pieces, which are now side by side-all of them driving away at the Enemy’s (Stonewall Jackson’s) strong batteries, not more than 300 yards away.
They have been at it half an hour perhaps, when Griffin moves two of his pieces to the right of Ricketts, and commences firing with them. He has hardly been there five minutes, when a Rebel regiment coming out of the woods at Griffin’s right front, gets over a rail fence, its Colonel steps out between his regiment (now standing up to the knees in rank grass) and the battery, and commences a speech to his men!
Griffin orders one of his officers to load with canister, and let drive at them. The guns are loaded, and ready to fire, when up gallops Barry, exclaiming: “Captain, don’t fire there; those are your battery-supports!”
At this supreme moment, Reynolds’s gorgeous looking Marines are sitting down in close column, on the ground, to the left of the Union batteries. The showy 11th New York “Fire Zouaves” are a little to the rear of the right of the guns. The gallant 14th New York Chasseurs, in their dust-covered red uniforms, who had followed Griffin’s Battery, at some distance, have, only a little while since, pushed finely up, from the ravine at the rear of our batteries, into the woods, to the right of Griffin and Ricketts, at a double-quick. To the left of the batteries, close to the battalion of Marines, Heintzelman bestrides his horse, near some of his own Division.
To Major Barry’s startling declaration, Captain Griffin excitedly shouts: “They are Confederates! Sure as the world, they are Confederates!”
But Barry thinks he knows better, and hastily responds: “I know they are your battery-support.”
Griffin spurs toward his pieces, countermands his previous order, and firing is resumed in the old direction.
Andrew Porter, has just ridden up to Heintzelman’s side, and now catches sight of the Rebel regiment. “What troops are those?” he asks of General Hientzelman, pointing in their direction.
While Heintzelman is replying, and just as Averell drops his reins and levels his field-glass at them, “down come their pieces-rifles and muskets,–and probably,” as Averell afterward said, “there never was such a destructive fire for a few minutes. It seemed as though every man and horse of that battery just laid right down, and died right off!”
It is a dreadful mistake that has been made. And there seems to have been no excuse for it either. The deliberateness of the Rebel colonel has given Barry abundant time to have discovered his error. For Griffin subsequently declared, under oath, that, “After the officer who had been talking to the regiment had got through, he faced them to the left, marched them about fifty yards to the woods, then faced them to the right again, marched them about forty yards toward us, then opened fire upon us–and that was the last of us!”
It is a terrible blunder. For, up to this moment, the battle is undeniably ours. And, while the Rebel colonel has been haranguing his brave men, there has been plenty of time to have “passed the word” along the line of our batteries, and poured canister into the Rebel regiment from the whole line of eleven guns, at point-blank range, which must inevitably have cut it all to pieces. The fate of the day hung balanced right there and then–with all the chances in favor of McDowell. But those chances are now reversed. Such are the fickle changes in the fortunes of battle!
Instead of our batteries cutting to pieces the Rebel Infantry regiment, the Rebel Infantry regiment has mowed down the gallant artillerists of our batteries. Hardly a man of them escapes. Death and destruction reap a wondrous and instant harvest. Wounded, dying, or dead, lie the brave cannoniers at their guns, officers and men alike hors du combat, while wounded horses gallop wildly back, with bounding caissons, down the gentle declivity, carrying disorder, and further danger, in their mad flight.
The supporting Fire Zouaves and Marines, on the right and left of our line of guns, stand, with staring eyes and dumb open-mouths, at the sudden turn of affairs. They are absolutely paralyzed with astonishment. They do not run at first. They stand, quaking and panic-stricken. They are urged to advance upon the Rebel regiment –“to give them a volley, and then try the bayonet.” In vain! They fire perhaps 100 scattering shots; and receive in return, as they break and run down the hill to the rear, volley after volley, of deadly lead, from the Rebel muskets.
But, as this Rebel regiment (Cummings’s 33rd Virginia) advances to seize the crippled and defenceless guns, it is checked, and driven back, by the 1st Michigan Regiment of Willcox’s Brigade, which has pushed forward in the woods at our extreme right.
Meanwhile, having been ordered by McDowell to support Ricketts’s Battery, Howard has formed his four tired regiments into two lines –Berry’s 4th Maine, and Whitney’s 2nd Vermont, on the right and left of the first; and Dunnell’s 5th, and his own 3rd Maine, under Staples, in the second line. Howard himself leads his first line up the elevated plateau of the Henry House. Reaching the crest, the line delivers its fire, volley after volley, despite the concentrated hail of the Enemy’s Artillery and muskets. As the second line advances, a Rebel cannon-ball, and an unfortunate charge of our own Cavalry, scatters most of the 5th Maine. The 2nd Vermont, which has advanced 200 yards beyond the crest, rapidly firing, while the Enemy retires, is now, in turn, forced back by the Enemy’s hot fire, and is replaced by the 3rd Maine, while the remnant of the 5th moves up to the extreme right of Howard’s now single line. But the Rebel fire grows hotter and hotter, and owing to this, and a misunderstood order, Howard’s line begins to dissolve, and then retires in confusion,–Howard and others vainly striving to rally his own utterly exhausted men.
Sherman’s Brigade, too, has come over from our left, and now advances upon the deadly plateau, where lie the disabled Union batteries–the prizes, in full sight of both Armies, for which each seems now to be so desperately striving.
Quinby’s 13th New York Rifles, in column of companies, leads the brigade, followed by Lieutenant-Colonel Peck’s 2d Wisconsin, Cameron’s 79th New York (Highlanders), and Corcoran’s 69th New York (Irish), “in line of battle.” Down the slope, across the ravine, and up, on the other side, steadily presses Quinby, till he reaches the crest. He opens fire. An advancing Rebel regiment retires, as he pushes up to where the Union batteries and cannoniers lie wounded and dying–the other three regiments following in line-of-battle until near the crest, when the fire of the Enemy’s rifles and musketry, added to his heavy cannonading, grows so severe that the brigade is forced back to shelter in a roadway leading up the plateau.
Peck’s 2nd Wisconsin, now emerges from this sheltered roadway, and steadily mounts the elevation, in the face of the Enemy’s severe fire –returning it, with spirit, as it advances. But the Rebel fire becomes too galling. The gray-clad Wisconsin boys return to the sheltered road again, while the cry goes up from Sherman’s ranks: “Our own men are firing at them!” Rallying at the road, the 2nd Wisconsin again returns, with desperate courage, to the crest of the hill, delivers its fire, and then, unable to withstand the dreadful carnage, falls back once more, in disorder.
At this, the 79th (Highland) Regiment springs forward, to mount the brow of the fatal hill, swept as it is, with this storm of shot and shell and musket-balls. Up, through the lowering smoke, lit with the Enemy’s incessant discharges in the woods beyond, the brave Highlanders jauntily march, and, with Cameron and their colors at their head, charge impetuously across the bloody hill-crest, and still farther, to the front. But it is not in human nature to continue that advance in the teeth of the withering fire from Jackson’s batteries, strengthened, as they are, by Pelham’s and Kemper’s. The gallant fellows fall back, rally again, advance once more, retire again, and at last,–the heroic Cameron being mortally wounded,–fall back, in confusion, under the cover of the hill.
And now, while Quinby’s Regiment, on another ridge, more to the left, is also again engaging the Enemy, the 69th New York, led by the fearless Corcoran, dashes forward, up the Henry House hill, over the forbidding brow, and beyond. As the brave Irishmen reach the abandoned batteries, the hoarse roar of cannon, the sharp rattle of musketry-volleys, the scream of shot and shell, and the whistling of bullets, is at once deafening and appalling, while the air seems filled with the iron and leaden sleet which sweeps across the scorched and blasted plateau of the Henry House. Nobly the Irish Regiment holds its ground for a time; but, at last, it too falls back, before the hurtling tempest.
The fortunes of the day are plainly turning against us. Time is also against us–as it has been all along–while it is with the Enemy. It is past 3 o’clock.
Since we last looked at Beauregard’s third new defensive line, there have been material accessions to it. The remains of the brigades of Bee, Evans, and Bartow, have been reformed on the right of Jackson’s Brigade–Bee on his immediate right, Evans to the right of Bee, and Bartow to the right of Evans, with a battery which has been engaging Schenck’s Brigade on the other side of Bull Run near the Stone Bridge; while Cocke’s Brigade watches Bull Run to the rear of Bartow. On the left of Jackson’s. Brigade, is now to be seen a part of Bonham’s Brigade (Kershaw’s 2nd South Carolina, and Cash’s 8th South Carolina) with Kemper’s Battery on its left. Kirby Smith has reached the front, from Manassas, and–in advancing from his position on the left of Bonham’s demi-Brigade, just West of the Sudley road, with Elzey’s Brigade, in a counter-attack upon our right-is wounded, and carried to the rear, leaving his command to Elzey. Stuart’s Cavalry are in the woods, still farther to the Enemy’s left, supporting Beckham’s Battery. Early’s Brigade is also coming up, from Union Mills Ford, not far to the rear of the Enemy’s left, with the design of coming into line between Elzey’s Brigade and Beckham’s Battery, and out-flanking and attacking our right. But let us bring our eyes back to the bloody contest, still going on, for the possession of the batteries of Griffin and Ricketts.
Arnold’s Battery has raced up on our right, and is delivering shot, shell, spherical case, and canister, with effect, although exposed to a severe and accurate fire from the Enemy. Wilcox, with what is left of the 1st Michigan, after once retaking the batteries on the plateau, from the 7th Georgia, has got around the Enemy’s left flank and is actually engaged with the Enemy’s rear, while that Enemy’s front is engaged with Franklin and Sherman! But Hobart Ward’s 38th New York, which Wilcox has ordered up to support the 1st Michigan, on our extreme right, in this flanking movement, has been misdirected, and is now attacking the Enemy’s centre, instead of his left; and Preston’s 28th Virginia–which, with Withers’s 18th Virginia, has come up to the Rebel left, from Cocke’s Brigade, on the Enemy’s right–finding the 1st Michigan broken, in the woods, attacks it, and wounds and captures Wilcox. Withers’s Regiment has, with a yell–the old “Rebel yell,” now rising everywhere from Rebel throats, and so often heard afterward,–charged the 14th New York Chasseurs, in the woods; and the Chasseurs, though retiring, have fired upon it with such precision as to throw some of their assailants into disorder.
[Says General Keyes, who had kept on down the Run, “on the extreme left of our advance–having separated from Sherman on his right:–I thought the day was won about 2 o’clock; but about half past 3 o’clock a sudden change in the firing took place, which, to my ear, was very ominous. I knew that the moment the shout went up from the other side, there appeared to be an instantaneous change in the whole sound of the battle. * * * That, as far as I can learn, was the shout that went up from the Enemy’s line when they found out for certain that it was Johnston [Kirby Smith] and not Patterson, that had come.”]
Meanwhile McDowell is making one more effort to retrieve the misfortunes of the day. Lawrence’s 5th, and Clark’s 11th Massachusetts, with Gorman’s 1st Minnesota,–all belonging to Franklin’s Brigade–together with Corcoran’s 69th New York, of Sherman’s Brigade, have been brought into line-of-battle, by the united efforts of Franklin, Averell, and other officers, at our centre, and with the remnants of two or three other regiments, are moving against the Enemy’s centre, to support the attack of the Chasseurs-rallied and led forward again by Heintzelman upon the Rebel left, and that of the 38th New York upon the Rebel left centre,–in another effort to recapture the abandoned batteries.
Charge after charge, is made by our gallant regiments, and counter-charge after counter-charge, is made by the fresh troops of the Enemy. For almost half an hour, has the contest over the batteries rolled backward and forward. Three several times have the batteries been taken, and re-taken,–much of the determined and desperate struggle going on, over the prostrate and bleeding bodies of the brave Union artillerists,–but without avail. Regiment after regiment, has been thrown back, by the deadly fusillade of the Enemy’s musketry from the skirt of woods at his front and left, and the canister, case, and bursting shells, of his rapidly-served Artillery.
It is now near upon 4 o’clock. Our last effort to recapture the batteries has failed. The Union line of advance has been seriously checked. Some of our own guns in those batteries are turned on us. The Enemy’s Infantry make a rush over the blood-soaked brow of the fatal plateau, pouring into our men a deadly fire, as they advance,–while over to our right and rear, at the same moment, are seen the fresh regiments of Early’s Brigade coming out of the woods–deploying rapidly in several lines–with Stuart’s handful of Rebel Cavalry, while Beckham’s guns, in the same quarter, open an oblique enfilading reverse fire upon us, in a lively manner.
At once the minds of the fagged-out Union troops become filled with the dispiriting idea that the exhausting fight which they have made all day long, has been simply with Beauregard’s Army of the Potomac, and that these fresh Rebel troops, on the Union right and rear, are the vanguard of Johnston’s Army of the Shenandoah! After all the hard marching and fighting they have done during the last thirteen hours,–with empty stomachs, and parched lips, under a scorching sun that still, as it descends in the West, glowers down upon them, through the murky air, like a great, red, glaring eye,–the very thought is terrible!
Without fear, yet equally without hope, the Union troops crumble to groups, and then to individuals. The attempt of McDowell to turn the left of the Enemy’s Bull Run line, has failed.
McDowell and his officers heroically but vainly strive, at great personal risk to themselves, to stem the tide of confusion, and disorder. Sykes’s battalion of regulars, which has been at our left, now steadily moves obliquely across the field of battle toward our right, to a hill in the midground, which it occupies, and, with the aid of Arnold’s Battery and Palmer’s Cavalry, holds, while the exhausted and disorganized troops of the Union Army doggedly and slowly retire toward Sudley Ford, their rear covered by an irregular square of Infantry, which, mainly by the exertions of Colonel Corcoran, has been formed to resist a threatened charge of Stuart’s Cavalry.
[At the rate of “not more than two, or two and a half, miles an hour,” and not “helter-skelter,” as some narrators state.]
It is not fear, that has got the better of our Union troops. It is physical exhaustion for one thing; it is thirst for another. Men must drink,–even if they have foolishly thrown away their canteens,–and many have retired to get water. It is the moral effect also–the terrible disappointment–of seeing what they suppose are Johnston’s fresh troops from the Shenandoah Valley, without Patterson “on their heels,” suddenly appear on their flank and rear. It is not fear; though some of them are panic-stricken, and, as they catch sight of Stuart’s mounted men,–no black horse or uniform among them,–raise the cry of “The Black Horse Cavalry!–The Black Horse Cavalry!”
The Union attack has been repulsed, it is true; but the Union soldiers, though disorganized, discouraged, and disappointed, are not dismayed. Their officers not yet having learned how to fight, and themselves lacking the cohesion of discipline, the men have lost their regimental organizations, and owing to the causes mentioned, slowly retire across Sudley Ford of Bull Run, in a condition of disintegration, their retreat being bravely covered by the 27th and 69th New York, (which have rallied and formed there), Sykes’s Infantry battalion, Arnold’s Battery, and Palmer’s Cavalry.
[In his report to Major Barnard, Capt. D. P. Woodbury, of the corps of Engineers, says: “It is not for me to give a history of the battle. The Enemy was driven on our left, from cover to cover, a mile and a half. Our position for renewing the action the next morning was excellent; whence, then, our failure? It will not be out of place, I hope, for me to give my own opinion of the cause of this failure. An old soldier feels safe in the ranks, unsafe out of the ranks, and the greater the danger the more pertinaciously he clings to his place. The volunteer of three months never attains this instinct of discipline. Under danger, and even under mere excitement, he flies away from his ranks, and looks for safety in dispersion. At four o’clock in the afternoon of the 21st, there were more than twelve thousand volunteers on the battle-field of Bull Run, who had entirely lost their regimental organizations. They could no longer be handled as troops, for the officers and men were not together. Men and officers mingled together promiscuously; and it is worthy of remark that this disorganization did not result from defeat or fear, for up to four o’clock we had been uniformly successful. The instinct of discipline, which keeps every man in his place, had not been acquired. We cannot suppose that the troops of the Enemy had attained a higher degree of discipline than our own, but they acted on the defensive, and were not equally exposed to disorganization.”]
While the divisions of Hunter and Heintzelman, which came down in the morning across Sudley Ford, are now, with one brigade (Sherman’s) of Tyler’s Division, retiring again, in this disordered condition, by that ford; two other brigades of Tyler’s Division, viz., that of Schenck –which, at 4 o’clock, was just in the act of advancing upon, and across, the Stone Bridge, to join in the Union attack, and of Keyes, which was, at the same time, just succeeding in its effort to turn the right flank of the Enemy’s third new line,–are withdrawing from the field, across Bull Run stream, by the Warrenton Pike, and other roads leading them directly toward Centreville. The brigades of both Keyes and Schenck are retiring in good order; that of Keyes, at “an ordinary pace,” following close after McDowell, who, with his staff, has ridden across the battlefield and Bull Run; while part of that of Schenck, united with the 2nd Maine (of Keyes’ Brigade) and Ayres’s Battery, “promptly and effectively” repulses a charge of the Enemy’s Cavalry, and covers the rear of Tyler’s Division. Both of these brigades reach Centreville, hungry and weary, but otherwise, for the most part, in good shape.
But during this grand all-day attack, by two of McDowell’s divisions, directly aided by part of a third, upon the left of the Enemy’s original Bull Run line of defense–which attack, while it has failed in its purpose, has also utterly upset and defeated the Enemy’s purpose to carry out Beauregard’s plan of attacking Centreville that same morning –what has the Left Wing of McDowell’s Army been doing? Let us go back to Sunday morning, and ascertain:
All the Army of McDowell, save his Left Wing–which, comprising the two brigades (Blenker’s and Davies’s) of Miles’s Division, and Richardson’s Brigade of Tyler’s Division that fought the preliminary battle of Blackburn’s Ford, is now under the command of Miles,–moved away from Centreville, down the Warrenton Pike, as we have seen, very early in the morning.
Blenker remains with his brigade as a reserve, on the heights a little East of Centreville, to throw up intrenchments; which, however, he does not do, for lack of trenching implements. Richardson and Davies are to make a feint, at Blackburn’s Ford, so as to draw the Enemy’s troops there, while the heavy blow of McDowell’s Right Wing and Centre falls upon the left flank and rear of the Enemy’s Bull Run line.
Richardson’s Brigade is already down the ridge, in his old position at Blackburn’s Ford, when Davies with his brigade reaches it, from Centreville, and, by virtue of seniority, takes command of the two brigades. Leaving Richardson’s Brigade and Greene’s Battery exactly on the battle-ground of the 18th July, Davies posts two regiments (the 18th and 32nd New York) of his own brigade, with Hunt’s Battery, on the brow of a hill, in an open wheat field, some eighty yards to the South-Eastward of Richardson, distant some 1,500 yards from Longstreet’s batteries on the Western side of Bull Run,–and commences a rapid fire, upon the Enemy’s position at Blackburn’s Ford, from both of the Union batteries.
At 10 o’clock, there is a lull in this Union fire. The Artillery ammunition is running short. The demonstration, however, seems, thus far, to be successful–judging by the movement of Rebel troops toward Blackburn’s Ford. The lull continues until 11 o’clock. At that time Miles arrives at his front, in a towering rage.
On his way down the ridge, that morning, early, Davies had made a discovery. While passing a roadway, his guide had casually remarked: “There is a road that leads around to the Enemy’s camp, direct.” “Ah!” –said Davies–“and can they get through that road?” “Oh, yes,” replied the guide. Davies had at once halted, and, after posting his 16th and 31st New York Regiments, with two guns of Hunt’s Battery, near this road, at its junction with the ridge road running up to Centreville and Black burn’s Ford, had proceeded, with the rest of his regiments and guns, to the position where Miles finds him.
But Miles has discovered what Davies has done, in this matter of the flanking roadway; and–without knowing, or apparently caring to know, the reason underlying the posting of the two regiments and two guns in its vicinity,–flies into “a terrible passion” because of it; in “no very measured language,” gives Davies “a severe dressing down;” and orders him to bring both regiments and guns down to the front. Davies complies, and says nothing. Miles also orders him to continue the firing from his batteries, without regard to the quantity of ammunition. This order, also, Davies obeys–and the firing proceeds, for two solid hours, until another order comes, about 1 o’clock P.M., to stop firing.
The fact is, that Miles is not at all himself–but is suffering under such a strain of mental excitement, he afterward claims, that he is not responsible.
Miles, however, returns to Centreville about noon; and no sooner is he gone, than Davies at once sends back pioneers to obstruct that road which would bring the Enemy around his left flank and rear, to Centreville. These, work so industriously, that they cut down a quarter of a mile of trees, and block the road up completely. Davies also posts a few pickets there, in case of accidents. It is well he does so. It is not long before the Enemy makes an attempt to get around to his rear, by that road; but, finding it both obstructed and picketed, retires again. Davies does not see the Rebels making that attempt, but catches sight of them on their return, and gives them a severe shelling for their pains.
Davies keeps up his firing, more or less-according to the condition of the Enemy and of his own ammunition–until 4 o’clock, when the firing occasioned by the Union flanking movement, six miles to his right, ceases. Then there reaches him a note from Richardson, so badly penciled that he can only make out the one word “beaten,”–but cannot, for the life of him, make out, whether the beaten one is our Right Wing, or the Enemy!
Of what followed, he tells the story himself,–under oath, before the Committee on the Conduct of the War–so graphically, that the temptation to give it, in his own words, is irresistible. “I saw unmistakable evidence,” said he, “that we were going to be attacked on our Left Wing. I got all ready for the attack, but did not change my front.
“About 5 o’clock, I think, the Rebels made their appearance back upon this very road up which they had gone before; but instead of keeping up the road, they turned past a farm-house, went through the farm-yard, and came down and formed right in front of me, in a hollow, out of my sight. Well, I let them all come down there, keeping a watch upon their movements. I told the Artillery not to fire any shot at them until they saw the rear column go down, so as to get them all down in the little hollow or basin, there. There was a little basin there, probably a quarter of a mile every way. I should think that, maybe, 3,000 men filed down, before I changed front.
“We lay there, with two regiments back, and the Artillery in front, facing Bull Run. As soon as about 3,000 of the Enemy got down in this basin, I changed the front of the Artillery around to the left, in face of the Enemy, and put a company of Infantry between each of the pieces of Artillery, and then deployed the balance of the regiments right and left, and made my line-of-battle.
“I gave directions to the Infantry not to fire a shot, under any circumstances, until they got the word of command from me. I furthermore said I would shoot the first man that fired a shot before I gave the command to do so.
“I gave them orders all to lie down on their faces. They, (the Rebels) were just over the brow of the hill, so that, if they came up in front of us, they could not hit a man.
“As soon as I saw the rear column, I told * * * Lieutenant Benjamin to fire. * * * He fired the first shot when the rear column presented itself. It just went over their heads, and hit a horse and rider in their rear. As soon as the first shot was fired, I gave the order for the whole six pieces of Artillery to open with grape and canister. The effect was terrible. They were all there, right before us, about 450 yards off, and had not suspected that we were going to fire at all, though they did not know what the reason was. Hunt’s Battery (belonging to Richardson–who had by mistake got Greene’s) performed so well, that, in thirty minutes, we dispersed every one of them!
“I do not know how many were killed, but we so crippled their entire force that they never came after us an inch. A man, who saw the effect of the firing, in the valley, said it was just like firing into a wheat field; the column gave way at once, before the grape and canister; they were just within available distance. I knew very well that if they but got into that basin, the first fire would cut them all to pieces; and it did. We continued to fire for thirty minutes, when there was nothing more to fire at, and no more shots were returned.”
At a later hour–while remaining victorious at their well defended position, with the Enemy at their front, dispersed and silenced,–these two brigades of the Left Wing, receive orders to fall back on Centreville, and encamp. With the brigade of Richardson, and Greene’s Battery in advance, Davies’s own brigade and Hunt’s Battery following, they fall back on the heights of Centreville “without the least confusion and in perfect order”–reaching them at 7 P.M.
Meantime Miles has been relieved from command, and McDowell has ordered Blenker’s Brigade to take position a mile or more in advance of Centreville, toward Bull Run, on both sides of the Warrenton Pike, to protect the retreat, now being made, in “a few collected bodies,” but mainly in great disorder–owing partly to the baggage-wagons choking the road, along which both venturesome civilians and fagged-out troops are retreating upon Centreville. This confused retreat passes through Blenker’s lines until 9 o’clock P.M.–and then, all is secure.
At midnight, McDowell has decided to make no stand at Centreville, but to retire upon the defensive works at Washington. The order to retreat, is given, and, with the rear well guarded by Richardson’s and Blenker’s Brigades, is carried out, the van of the retreat, with no Enemy pursuing, degenerating finally into a “mob,” which carries more or less panic into Washington itself, as well as terrible disappointment and chagrin to all the Loyal States of the Union.
Knowing what we now do, concerning the Battle of Bull Run, it is somewhat surprising, at this day, to read the dispatches sent by McDowell to General Scott’s headquarters at Washington, immediately after it. They are in these words:
“CENTREVILLE, July 21, 1861–5:45 P.M.
“We passed Bull Run, engaged the Enemy, who, it seems, had just been re-enforced by General Johnston. We drove them for several hours, and finally routed them.”
[“No one who did not share in the sad experience will be able to realize the consternation which the news of this discomfiture –grossly exaggerated–diffused over the loyal portion of our Country. Only the tidings which had reached Washington up to four o’clock–all presaging certain and decisive victory–were permitted to go North by telegraph that day and evening; so that, on Monday morning, when the crowd of fugitives from our grand Army was pouring into Washington, a heedless, harmless, worthless mob, the Loyal States were exulting over accounts of a decisive triumph. But a few hours brought different advices; and these were as much worse than the truth as the former had been better: our Army had been utterly destroyed-cut to pieces, with a loss of twenty-five to thirty thousand men, besides all its artillery and munitions, and Washington lay at the mercy of the Enemy, who were soon to advance to the capture and sack of our great commercial cities. Never before had so black a day as that black Monday lowered upon the loyal hearts of the North; and the leaden, weeping skies reflected and heightened, while they seemed to sympathize with, the general gloom. It would have been easy, with ordinary effort and care, to have gathered and remanded to their camps or forts around Alexandria or Arlington, all the wretched stragglers to whom fear had lent wings, and who, throwing away their arms and equipments, and abandoning all semblance of Military order or discipline, had rushed to the Capital to hide therein their shame, behind a cloud of exaggerations and falsehoods. The still effective batteries, the solid battalions, that were then wending their way slowly back to their old encampments along the South bank of the Potomac, depressed but unshaken, dauntless and utterly unassailed, were unseen and unheard from; while the panic-stricken racers filled and distended the general ear with their tales of impregnable intrenchments and masked batteries, of regiments slaughtered, brigades utterly cut to pieces, etc., making out their miserable selves to be about all that was left of the Army. That these men were allowed thus to straggle into Washington, instead of being peremptorily stopped at the bridges and sent back to the encampments of their several regiments, is only to be accounted for on the hypothesis that the reason of our Military magnates had been temporarily dethroned, so as to divest them of all moral responsibility,” Greeley’s Am. Conflict, pp. 552-53., vol. I.]
“They rallied and repulsed us, but only to give us again the victory, which seemed complete. But our men, exhausted with fatigue and thirst, and confused by firing into each other, were attacked by the Enemy’s reserves, and driven from the position we had gained, overlooking Manassas. After this, the men could not be rallied, but slowly left the field. In the meantime the Enemy outflanked Richardson at Blackburn’s Ford, and we have now to hold Centreville till our men can get behind it. Miles’s Division is holding the town. It is reported that Colonel Cameron is killed, Hunter and Heintzelman wounded, neither dangerously. “IRWIN MCDOWELL,
“Brigadier-General, Commanding.
“Lieutenant-Colonel TOWNSEND.”
“FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE, July 21, 1861.
“The men having thrown away their haversacks in the battle, and left them behind, they are without food; have eaten nothing since breakfast. We are without artillery ammunition. The larger part of the men are a confused mob, entirely demoralized. It was the opinion of all the commanders that no stand could be made this side of the Potomac. We will, however, make the attempt at Fairfax Court House. From a prisoner we learn that 20,000 from Johnston joined last night, and they march on us to-night.
“IRWIN MCDOWELL.
“Colonel TOWNSEND”
“FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE, [July] 22, 1861.
“Many of the volunteers did not wait for authority to proceed to the Potomac, but left on their own decision. They are now pouring through this place in a state of utter disorganization. They could not be prepared for action by to-morrow morning even were they willing. I learn from prisoners that we are to be pressed here to-night and tomorrow morning, as the Enemy’s force is very large, and they are elated. I think we heard cannon on our rear-guard. I think now, as all of my commanders thought at Centreville, there is no alternative but to fall back to the Potomac, and I shall proceed to do so with as much regularity as possible.
“IRWIN MCDOWELL.
“Colonel TOWNSEND.”
“ARLINGTON, July 22, 1861.
“I avail myself of the re-establishing of telegraph to report my arrival. When I left the forks of the Little River turnpike and Columbia turnpike, where I had been for a couple of hours turning stragglers and parties of regiments upon this place and Alexandria, I received intelligence that the rear-guard, under Colonel Richardson, had left Fairfax Court House, and was getting along well. Had not been attacked. I am now trying to get matters a little organized over here. “IRWIN MCDOWELL.
“Brigadier-General.
“E. D. TOWNSEND.”
McDowell had unquestionably been repulsed, in his main attack, with his Right Wing, and much of his Army was badly demoralized; but, on the other hand, it may be well to repeat that the Enemy’s plan of attack that same morning had been frustrated, and most of his forces so badly shattered and demoralized that he dared not follow up the advantage which, more by our own blunders than by his prowess, he had gained.
If the Union forces–or at least the Right Wing of them–were whipped, the Enemy also was whipped. Jackson himself confesses that while he had, at the last moment, broken our centre, our forces had turned both of his flanks. The Enemy was, in fact, so badly used up, that he not only dared not pursue us to Washington–as he would have down had he been able–but he was absolutely afraid McDowell would resume the attack, on the right of the original Bull Run line, that very night! For, in a letter to General Beauregard; dated Richmond, Virginia, August 4, 1861, Jefferson Davis,–who was on the ground at Bull Run, July 21st,–alluding to the Battle of Bull Run, and Beauregard’s excuses for not pursuing the Union troops, says:
“I think you are unjust to yourself in putting your failure to pursue the Enemy to Washington, to the account of short supplies of subsistence and transportation. Under the circumstances of our Army, and in the absence of the knowledge since acquired–if, indeed, the statements be true–it would have been extremely hazardous to have done more than was performed. You will not fail to remember that, so far from knowing that the Enemy was routed, a large part of our forces was moved by you, in the night of the 21st, to repel a supposed attack upon our right, and the next day’s operations did not fully reveal what has since been reported of the Enemy’s panic.”
And Jefferson Davis’s statement is corroborated by the Report of Colonel Withers, of the 18th Virginia, who, after starting with other regiments, in an attempt to cut off the Union retreat, was recalled to the Stone Bridge,–and who says: “Before reaching the point we designed to occupy (near the Stone Bridge) we were met by another order to march immediately to Manassas Junction, as an attack was apprehended that night. Although it was now after sunset, and my men had had no food all day, when the command to march to Manassas was given, they cheerfully took the route to that place.”
Colonel Davies, who, as we have seen, commanded McDowell’s stubborn Left Wing, was after all, not far wrong, when, in his testimony before the Committee on the Conduct of the War, he declared, touching the story of the Bull Run Battle: “It ought to have read that we were victorious with the 13,000 troops of the Left Wing, and defeated in the 18,000 of the Right Wing. That is all that Bull Run amounts to.”
In point of fact, the Battle of Bull Run–the first pitched battle of the War–was a drawn battle.
War was now fully inaugurated–Civil War–a stupendous War between two great Sections of one common Country; those of our People, on the one side, fighting for the dissolution of the Union–and incidentally for Free Trade, and for Slavery; those on the other side, fighting for the preservation of the Union–and incidentally for Protection to our Free Industries, and for the Freedom of the Slave.
As soon as the Republican Party controlled both Houses of Congress it provided Protection to our Free Industries, and to the Free Labor engaged in them, by the Morill Tariff Act of 1860–the foundation Act of all subsequent enactments on the subject. In subsequent pages of this work we shall see how the Freedom of the Slave was also accomplished by the same great Party.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE COLORED CONTRABAND.
When the first gun was fired at Fort Sumter, its sullen echoes sounded the funeral knell of Slavery. Years before, it had been foretold, and now it was to happen. Years before, it had been declared, by competent authority, that among the implications of the Constitution was that of the power of the General Government to Emancipate the Slaves, as a War measure. Hence, in thus commencing the War of the Rebellion, the South marched with open eyes upon this, as among other of the legitimate and logical results of such a War.
Patrick Henry, in opposing the ratification by Virginia of the Federal Constitution, had declared to the Slaveholders of that State that “Among ten thousand implied powers” which Congress may assume, “they may, if we be engaged in War, liberate every one of your Slaves, if they please, * * * Have they not power to provide for the General Defense and Welfare? May they not think that these call for the abolition of Slavery? May they not pronounce all Slaves Free? and will they not be warranted by that power? * * * They have the power, in clear, unequivocal terms, and will clearly and certainly exercise it.”
So, too, in his great speech of May 25, 1836, in the House of Representatives, John Quincy Adams had declared that in “the last great conflict which must be fought between Slavery and Emancipation,” Congress “must and will interfere” with Slavery, “and they will not only possess the Constitutional power so to interfere, but they will be bound in duty to do it, by the express provisions of the Constitution itself.” And he followed this declaration with the equally emphatic words: “From the instant that your Slave-holding States become the theatre of War –civil, servile, or foreign–from that instant, the War powers of Congress extend to interference with the Institution of Slavery in every Way by which it can be interfered with.”
The position thus announced by these expounders of the Constitution–the one from Virginia, the other from Massachusetts–was not to be shaken even by the unanimous adoption, February 11, 1861, by the House of Representatives on roll call, of the resolution of Mr. Sherman, of Ohio, in these words:
“Resolved, That neither the Congress of the United States nor the people or governments of the non-Slaveholding States have the Constitutional right to legislate upon or interfere with Slavery in any of the Slaveholding States in the Union.”
Ex-President J. Q. Adams’s cogent exposition of the Constitution, twenty-five years before, in that same House, demonstrating not only that Congress had the right but the Constitutional power to so interfere–and his further demonstration April 15, 1842, of his statement that under the laws of War, “when a Country is invaded, and two hostile armies are set in martial array, the Commanders of both Armies have power to Emancipate all the Slaves in the invaded territory”–as not to be overcome by a mere vote of one House, however unanimous. For the time being, however, it contributed, with other circumstances, to confuse the public mind and conscience. Indeed as early as May of 1861, the attitude of our Government and its troops toward Negro Slaves owned or used by Rebels in rebellious States, began to perturb the public, bother the Administration, and worry the Military officers.
For instance, in Major-General McClellan’s proclamation to the Union men of West Virginia, issued May 26, 1861, he said:
“The General Government cannot close its ears to the demand you have made for assistance. I have ordered troops to cross the river. They come as your friends and brothers–as enemies only to armed Rebels, who are preying upon you; your homes, your families, and your property are safe under our protection. All your rights shall be religiously respected, notwithstanding all that has been said by the Traitors to induce you to believe our advent among you will be signalized by an interference with your Slaves. Understand one thing clearly: not only will we abstain from all such interference, but we will, on the contrary, with an iron hand crush any attempt at insurrection on their part.”
On the other hand, the very next day, May 27, 1861, Major-General Butler, in command of the “Department of A Virginia,” wrote to Lieutenant-General Scott as follows:
“Since I wrote my last dispatch the question in regard to Slave property is becoming one of very serious magnitude. The inhabitants of Virginia are using their Negroes in the batteries, and are preparing to send the women and children South. The escapes from them are very numerous, and a squad has come in this morning to my pickets bringing their women and children. Of course these cannot be dealt with upon the theory on which I designed to treat the services of able-bodied men and women who might come within my lines, and of which I gave you a detailed account in my last dispatch. I am in the utmost doubt what to do with this species of Property.
“Up to this time I have had come within my lines men and women with their children, entire families, each family belonging to the same owner. I have, therefore, determined to employ, as I can do very profitably, the able-bodied persons in the party, issuing proper food for the support of all, and charging against their services the expense of care and sustenance of the non-laborers, keeping a strict and accurate account as well of the services as of the expenditure, having the worth of the services, and the cost of the expenditure, determined by a Board of Survey, to be hereafter detailed. I know of no other manner in which to dispose of this subject and the questions connected therewith.
“As a matter of Property to the Insurgents, it will be of very great moment, the number that I now have amounting, as I am informed, to what, in good times, would be of the value of sixty thousand dollars. Twelve of these Negroes, I am informed, have escaped from the batteries on Sewall’s Point, which, this morning, fired upon my expedition as it passed by out of range. As a means of offense, therefore, in the Enemy’s hands, these Negroes, when able-bodied, are of the last importance. Without them the batteries could not have been erected, at least for many weeks.
“As a Military question it would seem to be a measure of necessity to deprive their masters of their services. How can this be done? As a political question and a question of humanity, can I receive the services of a father and mother, and not take the children? Of the humanitarian aspect I have no doubt. Of the political one I have no right to judge. I therefore submit all this to your better judgment, and as the questions have a political aspect, I have ventured, and I trust I am not wrong in so doing, to duplicate the parts of my dispatch relating to this subject, and forward them to the Secretary of War.”
In reply to the duplicate copy of this letter received by him, Secretary Cameron thus answered:
“WASHINGTON, May 30, 1861.
“SIR: Your action in respect to the Negroes who came within your lines from the service of the Rebels is approved. The Department is sensible of the embarrassments which must surround officers conducting Military operations in a State by the laws of which Slavery is sanctioned.
“The Government cannot recognize the rejection by any State of the Federal obligations, nor can it refuse the performance of the Federal obligations resting upon itself. Among these Federal obligations, however, none can be more important than that of suppressing and dispersing armed combinations formed for the purpose of overthrowing its whole Constitutional authority.
“While, therefore, you will permit no interference by the persons under your command, with the relations of Persons held to Service under the laws of any State, you will, on the other hand, so long as any State, within which your Military operations are conducted, is under the control of such armed combinations, refrain from surrendering to alleged masters any Person who may come within your lines.
“You will employ such Persons in the services to which they may be best adapted, keeping an account of the labor by them performed, of the value of it, and the expenses of their maintenance. The question of their final disposition will be reserved for future determination.
“SIMON CAMERON,
“Secretary of War.
“To Major General BUTLER.”
Great tenderness, however, was exhibited by many of the Union Generals for the doomed Institution. On June 3, 1861, from Chambersburg, Pa., a proclamation signed “By order of Major General Patterson, F. J. Porter, Asst. Adj. General,” was issued from “Headquarters Department of Pennsylvania,” “To the United States troops of this Department,” in which they are admonished “that, in the coming campaign in Virginia, while it is your duty to punish Sedition, you must protect the Loyal, and, should the occasion offer, at once suppress Servile Insurrection.”
“General Orders No. 33,” issued from “Headquarters Department of Washington,” July 17, 1861, “By command of Brigadier General Mansfield, Theo. Talbot, Assistant Adjutant General,” were to this effect: “Fugitive Slaves will under no pretext whatever, be permitted to reside, or be in any way harbored, in the quarters or camps of the troops serving in this Department. Neither will such Slaves be allowed to accompany troops on the march. Commanders of troops will be held responsible for a strict observance of this order.” And early in August a Military order was issued at Washington “that no Negroes, without sufficient evidence of their being Free or of their right to travel, are permitted to leave the city upon the cars.”
But Bull Run did much to settle the Military as well as public mind in proper grooves on this subject.
Besides employing Negro Slaves to aid Rebellion, by the digging of ditches, the throwing up of intrenchments, and the erection of batteries, their Rebel masters placed in their hands arms with which to shoot down Union soldiers at the Battle of Bull Run, which, as we have seen, occurred on Sunday, July 21, 1861–and resulted in a check to the Union Cause.
The terror and confusion and excitement already referred to, that prevailed in Washington all that night and the next day, as the panic-stricken crowd of soldiers and civilians poured over the Long Bridge, footsore with running, faint with weariness, weak with hunger, and parched with thirst and the dust of the rout, can hardly be described.
But, however panicky the general condition of the inhabitants of the National Capital, the Congress bravely maintained its equanimity.
In the Senate, on the day following the disaster, a bill touching the Confiscation of Property used for insurrectionary purposes being up for consideration, the following amendment was offered to it:
“And be it further enacted, That whenever any person claiming to be entitled to the Service or Labor of any other Person under the laws of any State, shall employ such Person in aiding or promoting any Insurrection, or in resisting the Laws of the United States, or shall permit him to be so employed, he shall forfeit all right to such Service or Labor, and the Person whose Labor or Service is thus claimed shall be thenceforth discharged therefrom, any law to the contrary notwithstanding.”
This amendment, emancipating Slaves employed by their masters to aid Rebellion, was adopted by 33 yeas to 6 nays.
As showing the feeling expressed right upon the very heels of what seemed to be a great disaster, and when rumor, at any rate, placed the victorious Enemy at the very gates of the Capital City, a few lines from the debate may be interesting.
Mr. Trumbull said: “I am glad the yeas and nays have been called to let us see who is willing to vote that the Traitorous owner of a Negro shall employ him to shoot down the Union men of the Country, and yet insist upon restoring him to the Traitor that owns him. I understand that Negroes were in the fight which has recently occurred. I take it that Negroes who are used to destroy the Union, and to shoot down the Union men by the consent of Traitorous masters, ought not to be restored to them. If the Senator from Kentucky is in favor of restoring them, let him vote against the amendment.”
Senator Wilson, of Massachusetts, said: “I shall vote with more heart than I vote for ordinary measures, for this proposition. I hope the Senate and the House of Representatives will sustain it, and that this Government will carry it out with an inflexibility that knows no change. The idea that men who are in arms destroying their Country shall be permitted to use others for that purpose, and that we shall stand by and issue orders to our Commanders, that we should disgrace our Cause and our Country, by returning such men to their Traitorous masters, ought not longer to be entertained. The time has come for that to cease; and, by the blessing of God, so far as I am concerned, I mean it shall cease.
“If there is anybody in this Chamber that chooses to take the other path, let him do it; let him know what our purpose is. Our purpose is to save this Government and save this Country, and to put down Treason; and if Traitors use bondsmen to destroy this Country, my doctrine is that the Government shall at once convert these bondsmen into men that cannot be used to destroy our Country. I have no apologies to make for this position, I take it proudly.
“I think the time has come when this Government, and the men who are in arms under the Government, should cease to return to Traitors their Fugitive Slaves, whom they are using to erect batteries to murder brave men who are fighting under the flag of their Country. The time has come when we should deal with the men who are organizing Negro companies, and teaching them to shoot down loyal men for the only offence of upholding the flag of their Country.
“I hope further, Sir, that there is a public sentiment in this Country that will blast men who will rise, in the Senate or out it, to make apologies for Treason, or to defend or to maintain the doctrine that this Government is bound to protect Traitors in converting their Slaves into tools for the destruction of the Republic.”
Senator McDougall, of California, said: “I regard this as a Confiscation for Treason, and I am for the proposition.”
Mr. Ten Eyck, said: “No longer ago than Saturday last I voted in the Judiciary Committee against this amendment, for two reasons: First, I did not believe that persons in Rebellion against this Government would make use of such means as the employment of Persons held to Labor or Service, in their Armies; secondly, because I did not know what was to become of these poor wretches if they were discharged. God knows we do not want them in our Section of the Union. But, Sir, having learned and believing that these persons have been employed with arms in their hands to shed the blood of the Union-loving men of this Country, I shall now vote in favor of that amendment with less regard to what may become of these people than I had on Saturday. I will merely instance that there is a precedent for this. If I recollect history aright, General Jackson, in the Seminole War, declared that every Slave who was taken in arms against the United States should be set Free,”
So, too, in the House of Representatives, the retrograde of a badly demoralized Army, its routed fragments still coming in with alarming stories of a pursuing Enemy almost at the gates of the city, had no terrors for our legislators; and there was something of Roman dignity, patriotism, and courage, in the adoption, on that painfully memorable Blue Monday, (the first–[Offered by Mr. Crittenden, of Kentucky]–with only two dissenting votes, on a yea and nay vote; and, the second –[Offered by Mr. Vandever, of Iowa.]–with entire unanimity) of the following Resolutions:
“Resolved by the House of Representatives of the Congress of the United States, That the present deplorable Civil War has been forced upon the Country by the Disunionists of the Southern States, now in arms against the Constitutional Government, and in arms around the Capital; that in this National emergency, Congress, banishing all feelings of mere passion or resentment, will recollect only its duty to the whole Country; that this War is not waged on their part in any spirit of oppression, or for any purpose of conquest or subjugation, or purpose of overthrowing or interfering with the rights or established Institutions of those States, but to defend and maintain the supremacy of the Constitution, and to preserve the Union with all the dignity, equality, and rights of the several States unimpaired; and that as soon as these objects are accomplished, the War ought to cease.”
“Resolved, That the maintenance of the Constitution, the preservation of the Union, and the enforcement of the Laws, are sacred trusts which must be executed; that no disaster shall discourage us from the most ample performance of this high duty; and that we pledge to the Country and the World, the employment of every resource, National and individual, for the suppression, overthrow, and punishment of Rebels in arms.”
The first of these Resolutions was intended to calm the fears of the Border States–excited by Rebel emissaries; the second, to restore confidence and courage to the patriot hearts of Union-men, everywhere. Both were effectual.
And here it will hardly be amiss to glance, for an instant, toward the Senate Chamber; and especially at one characteristic incident. It was the afternoon of August the 1st, 1861,–scarce ten days since the check to the Union arms at Bull Run; and Breckinridge, of Kentucky, not yet expelled from the United States Senate, was making in that Body his great speech against the “Insurrection and Sedition Bill,” and upon “the sanctity of the Constitution.”
Baker, of Oregon,–who, as Sumner afterward said: “with a zeal that never tired, after recruiting men drawn by the attraction of his name, in New York and Philadelphia and elsewhere, held his Brigade in camp, near the Capitol, so that he passed easily from one to the other, and thus alternated the duties of a Senator and a General,” having reached the Capitol, direct from his Brigade-camp, entered the Senate Chamber, in his uniform, while Breckinridge was speaking.
When the Kentucky Senator “with Treason in his heart, if not on his lips,” resumed his seat, the gray-haired soldier-Senator at once rose to reply. “He began,”–said Charles Sumner, in alluding to the incident –“simply and calmly; but as he proceeded, his fervid soul broke forth in words of surpassing power. As on a former occasion he had presented the well-ripened fruits of study, so now he spoke with the spontaneous utterance of his own mature and exuberant eloquence–meeting the polished Traitor at every point with weapons keener and brighter than his own.”
After demolishing Breckinridge’s position touching the alleged Unconstitutionality of the measure, and characterizing his other utterances as “reproof, malediction, and prediction combined,” the Patriot from the Far-West turned with rising voice and flashing eye upon the gloomy Kentuckian:
“I would ask him,” said he, “what would you have us do now–a Confederate Army within twenty miles of us, advancing, or threatening to advance, to overwhelm your Government; to shake the pillars of the Union, to bring it around your head, if you stay here, in ruins? Are we to stop and talk about an uprising sentiment in the North against the War? Are we to predict evil, and retire from what we predict? Is it not the manly part to go on as we have begun, to raise money, and levy Armies, to organize them, to prepare to advance; when we do advance, to regulate that advance by all the laws and regulations that civilization and humanity will allow in time of battle? Can we do anything more? To talk to us about stopping, is idle; we will never stop. Will the Senator yield to Rebellion? Will he shrink from armed Insurrection? Will his State justify it? Will its better public opinion allow it? Shall we send a flag of Truce? What would he have? Or would he conduct this War so feebly, that the whole World would smile at us in derision?”
And then cried the orator-his voice rising to a higher key, penetrating, yet musical as the blast from a silver trumpet: “What would he have? These speeches of his, sown broadcast over the Land, what clear distinct meaning have they? Are they not intended for disorganization in our very midst? Are they not intended to dull our weapons? Are they not intended to destroy our zeal? Are they not intended to animate our enemies? Sir, are they not words of brilliant, polished Treason, even in the very Capitol of the Nation?
“What would have been thought, if, in another Capitol, in another Republic, in a yet more martial age, a Senator as grave, not more eloquent or dignified than the Senator from Kentucky, yet with the Roman purple flowing over his shoulder, had risen in his place, surrounded by all the illustrations of Roman glory, and declared that the cause of advancing Hannibal was just, and that Carthage ought to be dealt with in terms of peace? What would have been thought if, after the battle of Cannae, a Senator there had risen in his place and denounced every levy of the Roman People, every expenditure of its treasure, and every appeal to the old recollections and the old glories?”
The speaker paused. The sudden and intent silence was broken by another voice: “He would have been hurled from the Tarpeian rock.”
“Sir,” continued the soldier-orator, “a Senator, himself learned far more than myself in such lore, [Mr. Fessenden,] tells me, in a voice that I am glad is audible, that he would have been hurled from the Tarpeian Rock! It is a grand commentary upon the American Constitution that we permit these words [Senator Breckinridge’s] to be uttered.
“I ask the Senator to recollect, too, what, save to send aid and comfort to the Enemy, do these predictions of his amount to? Every word thus uttered falls as a note of inspiration upon every Confederate ear. Every sound thus uttered is a word, (and, falling from his lips, a mighty word) of kindling and triumph to a Foe that determines to advance.
“For me, I have no such word as a Senator, to utter. For me”–and here his eyes flashed again while his martial voice rang like a clarion-call to battle–“amid temporary defeat, disaster, disgrace, it seems that my duty calls me to utter another word, and that word is, bold, sudden, forward, determined, WAR, according to the laws of War, by Armies, by Military Commanders clothed with full power, advancing with all the past glories of the Republic urging them on to conquest!
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“I tell the Senator,” continued the inspired Patriot, “that his predictions, sometimes for the South, sometimes for the Middle States, sometimes for the North-East, and then wandering away in airy visions out to the Far Pacific, about the dread of our people, as for loss of blood and treasure, provoking them to Disloyalty, are false in sentiment, false in fact, and false in Loyalty. The Senator from Kentucky is mistaken in them all.
“Five hundred million dollars! What then? Great Britain gave more than two thousand million in the great Battle for Constitutional Liberty which she led at one time almost single-handed against the World. Five hundred thousand men! What then? We have them; they are ours; they are the children of the Country; they belong to the whole Country; they are our sons; our kinsmen; and there are many of us who will give them all up before we will abate one word of our just demand, or will retreat one inch from the line which divides right from wrong.
“Sir, it is not a question of men or of money in that sense. All the money, all the men, are, in our judgment, well bestowed in such a cause. When we give them, we know their value. Knowing their value well, we give them with the more pride and the, more joy. Sir, how can we retreat? Sir, how can we make Peace? Who shall treat? What Commissioners? Who would go? Upon what terms? Where is to be your boundary line? Where the end of the principles we shall have to give up? What will become of Constitutional Government? What will become of public Liberty? What of past glories? What of future hopes?
“Shall we sink into the insignificance of the grave–a degraded, defeated, emasculated People, frightened by the results of one battle, and scared at the visions raised by the imagination of the Senator from Kentucky on this floor? No, Sir! a thousand times, no, Sir! We will rally–if, indeed, our words be necessary–we will rally the People, the Loyal People, of the whole Country. They will pour forth their treasure, their money, their men, without stint, without measure. The most peaceable man in this body may stamp his foot upon this Senate Chamber floor, as of old a warrior and a Senator did, and from that single tramp there will spring forth armed Legions.
“Shall one battle determine the fate of empire, or a dozen?–the loss of one thousand men, or twenty thousand? or one hundred million or five hundred million dollars? In a year’s Peace–in ten years, at most, of peaceful progress–we can restore them all. There will be some graves reeking with blood, watered by the tears of affection. There will be some privation; there will be some loss of luxury; there will be somewhat more need for labor to procure the necessaries of life. When that is said, all is said. If we have the Country, the whole Country, the Union, the Constitution, Free Government–with these there will return all the blessings of well-ordered civilization; the path of the Country will be a career of greatness and of glory such as, in the olden time, our Fathers saw in the dim visions of years yet to come, and such as would have been ours now, to-day, if it had not been for the Treason for which the Senator too often seeks to apologize.”
This remarkable speech was the last utterance of that glorious and courageous soul, in the National Senate. Within three months, his lifeless body, riddled by Rebel rifle balls, was borne away from the fatal field of Ball’s Bluff–away, amid the lamentations of a Nation –away, across land and ocean–to lie beside his brave friend Broderick, on that Lone Mountain whose solemn front looks out upon the calm Pacific.
He had not lived in vain. In his great speech at the American Theatre in San Francisco, after his election by Oregon (1860) to represent her in the United States Senate, he had aroused the people to a sense of shame, that, as he said: “Here, in a land of written Constitutional Liberty it is reserved for us to teach the World that, under the American Stars and Stripes, Slavery marches in solemn procession; that, under the American flag, Slavery is protected to the utmost verge of acquired territory; that under the American banner, the name of Freedom is to be faintly heard, the songs of Freedom faintly sung; that, while Garibaldi, Victor Emanuel, every great and good man in the World, strives, struggles, fights, prays, suffers and dies, sometimes on the scaffold, sometimes in the dungeon, often on the field of battle, rendered immortal by his blood and his valor; that, while this triumphal procession marches on through the arches of Freedom–we, in this land, of all the World, shrink back trembling when Freedom is but mentioned!”
And never was a shamed people more suddenly lifted up from that shame into a grand frenzy of patriotic devotion than were his auditors, when, with the inspiration of his matchless genius, he continued:
“As for me, I dare not, will not, be false to Freedom. Where the feet of my youth were planted, there, by Freedom, my feet shall ever stand. I will walk beneath her banner. I will glory in her strength. I have watched her in history struck down on an hundred chosen fields of battle. I have seen her friends fly from her; her foes gather around her. I have seen her bound to the stake; I have seen them give her ashes to the winds. But when they turned to exult, I have seen her again meet them face to face, resplendent in complete steel, brandishing in her strong right hand a flaming sword, red with Insufferable light! I take courage. The People gather around her. The genius of America will, at last, lead her sons to Freedom.”
Never were grander utterances delivered by man in all the ages; never was there exhibited a more sublime faith; never a truer spirit of prophecy; never a more heroic spirit.
He was then on his way to Washington; on his way to perform the last acts in the drama of his own career–on his way to death. He knew the time had come, of which, ten years before, he had prophetically spoken in the House of Representatives, when he said: “I have only to say that, if the time should come when Disunion rules the hour, and discord is to reign supreme, I shall again be ready to give the best blood in my veins to my Country’s Cause. I shall be prepared to meet all antagonists with lance in rest, to do battle in every land, in defense of the Constitution of the Country which I have sworn to support, to the last extremity, against Disunionists, and all its Enemies, whether of the South or North; to meet them everywhere, at all times, with speech or hand, with word or blow, until thought and being shall be no longer mine.” And right nobly did he fulfil in all respects his promise; so that at the end–as was afterward well said of him by Mr. Colfax–he had mounted so high, that, “doubly crowned, as statesman, and as warrior–
‘From the top of Fame’s ladder he stepped to the Sky!'”
[This orator and hero was a naturalized Englishman, and commanded an American regiment in the Mexican War.]
CHAPTER XV.
FREEDOM’S EARLY DAWN.
On the day following Baker’s great reply to Breckinridge, another notable speech was made, in the House of Representatives–notable, especially, in that it foreshadowed Emancipation, and, coming so soon after Bull Run, seemed to accentuate a new departure in political thought as an outgrowth of that Military reverse. It was upon the Confiscation Act, and it was Thaddeus Stevens who made it. Said he:
“If we are justified in taking property from the Enemy in War, when you have rescued an oppressed People from the oppression of that Enemy, by what principle of the Law of Nations, by what principle of philanthropy, can you return them to the bondage from which you have delivered them, and again rivet the chains you have once broken? It is a disgrace to the Party which advocates it. It is against the principle of the Law of Nations. It is against every principle of philanthropy. I for one, shall never shrink from saying when these Slaves are once conquered by us, ‘Go and be Free.’ God forbid that I should ever agree that they should be returned again to their masters! I do not say that this War is made for that purpose. Ask those who made the War, what is its object. Do not ask us. * * * Our object is to subdue the Rebels.
“But,” continued he, “it is said that if we hold out this thing, they will never submit–that we cannot conquer them–that they will suffer themselves to be slaughtered, and their whole country to be laid waste. Sir, War is a grievous thing at best, and Civil War more than any other; but if they hold this language, and the means which they have suggested must be resorted to; if their whole country must be laid waste, and made a desert, in order to save this Union from destruction, so let it be. I would rather, Sir, reduce them to a condition where their whole country is to be re-peopled by a band of freemen than to see them perpetrate the destruction of this People through our agency. I do not say that it is time to resort to such means, and I do not know when the time will come; but I never fear to express my sentiments. It is not a question with me of policy, but a question of principle.
“If this War is continued long, and is bloody, I do not believe that the free people of the North will stand by and see their sons and brothers and neighbors slaughtered by thousands and tens of thousands by Rebels, with arms in their hands, and forbear to call upon their enemies to be our friends, and to help us in subduing them; I for one, if it continues long, and has the consequences mentioned, shall be ready to go for it, let it horrify the gentleman from New York (Mr. Diven) or anybody else. That is my doctrine, and that will be the doctrine of the whole free people of the North before two years roll round, if this War continues.
“As to the end of the War, until the Rebels are subdued, no man in the North thinks of it. If the Government are equal to the People, and I believe they are, there will be no bargaining, there will be no negotiation, there will be no truces with the Rebels, except to bury the dead, until every man shall have laid down his arms, disbanded his organization, submitted himself to the Government, and sued for mercy. And, Sir, if those who have the control of the Government are not fit for this task and have not the nerve and mind for it, the People will take care that there are others who are–although, Sir, I have not a bit of fear of the present Administration, or of the present Executive.
“I have spoken more freely, perhaps, than gentlemen within my hearing might think politic, but I have spoken just what I felt. I have spoken what I believe will be the result; and I warn Southern gentlemen, that if this War is to continue, there will be a time when my friend from New York (Mr. Diven) will see it declared by this free Nation, that every bondman in the South–belonging to a Rebel, recollect; I confine it to them–shall be called upon to aid us in War against their masters, and to restore this Union.”
The following letter of instruction from Secretary Cameron, touching the Fugitive Slave question, dated seven days after Thaddeus Stevens’ speech, had also an interesting bearing on the subject:
“WASHINGTON, August 8, 1861.
“GENERAL: The important question of the proper disposition to be made of Fugitives from Service in States in Insurrection against the Federal Government, to which you have again directed my attention in your letter of July 30, has received my most attentive consideration.
“It is the desire of the President that all existing rights, in all the States, be fully respected and maintained. The War now prosecuted on the part of the Federal Government is a War for the Union, and for the preservation of all Constitutional rights of States, and the citizens of the States, in the Union. Hence, no question can arise as to Fugitives from Service within the States and Territories in which the authority of the Union is fully acknowledged. The ordinary forms of Judicial proceeding, which must be respected by Military and Civil authorities alike, will suffice for the enforcement of all legal claims.
“But in States wholly or partially under Insurrectionary control, where the Laws of the United States are so far opposed and resisted that they cannot be effectually enforced, it is obvious that rights dependent on the execution of those laws must, temporarily, fail; and it is equally obvious that rights dependent on the laws of the States within which Military operations are conducted must be necessarily subordinated to the Military exigences created by the Insurrection, if not wholly forfeited by the Treasonable conduct of parties claiming them. To this general rule, rights to Services can form no exception.
“The Act of Congress, approved August 6, 1861, declares that if Persons held to Service shall be employed in hostility to the United States, the right to their services shall be forfeited, and such Persons shall be discharged therefrom. It follows, of necessity, that no claim can be recognized by the Military authorities of the Union to the services of such Persons when fugitives.
“A more difficult question is presented in respect to Persons escaping from the Service of Loyal masters. It is quite apparent that the laws of the State, under which only the services of such fugitives can be claimed, must needs be wholly, or almost wholly, suspended, as to remedies, by the Insurrection and the Military measures necessitated by it. And it is equally apparent that the substitution of Military for Judicial measures for the enforcement of such claims must be attended by great inconveniences, embarrassments, and injuries.
“Under these circumstances it seems quite clear that the substantial rights of Loyal masters will be best protected by receiving such