FORT UNION, NEW MEXICO,
April 4, 1862
We left Camp Well, February 22d, en route for Santa Fe. We had a fine time, good weather and good health throughout the regiment. – Every thing went smoothly until we got within 150 miles of Fort Union, when we heard that Col. Canby had had a battle with the rebels and was defeated, and that the rebels were marching on Fort Union. We marched 30 miles that day, stopped on Red river, got some supper, unloaded our wagons, and leaving a guard of 100 men to take care of the baggage and beef cattle we jumped into the wagons, and away we went as fast as mule flesh could carry us. We traveled until two o’clock, in the morning, stopped – made some coffee and took a bite, and away we went – traveled all day, came to a Mexican town, stopped and stayed all night – started in the morning before day light, heard that the rebels were in forty-five miles of Fort Union, we lost no time, and at sun down were landed in the Fort. We soon learned that there was not any danger – the men in the Fort got scared and got up this report. We remained in Fort Union until the boys we left back came up. We drew a suit of clothing and exchanged our old guns for new ones. We were beginning to get tired of staying in Ft. Union, when there was an order read on dress parade at night, that we should be ready to march in the morning with a pair of blankets to the man, and just the clothing we had on our backs. So we started with about sixty wagons of grub and ammunition, and four pieces of heavy artillery and four pieces of light. We traveled three days and camped, got news that the enemy were advancing upon us. So Major Chivington, at the head of about 300 men, started to meet them, (by the way, they were some forty miles ahead of the Major.) The enemy had taken their position in a canon [sic], one of the best positions in the world for defence. The Major marched into the canon, found the enemy ready for him, who fired their cannon and musketry, but did little damage, the shots going over their heads. So the Major ordered his boys to make a bold charge – no sooner said than done – the rebels saw the boys coming with blood in their eyes, got frightened, took to their heels and away they went, leaving their dead and wounded on the field – it is not known how many they lost, but it is supposed about seventy. Our loss was four. The Major gathered up all the guns they left behind, and broke them over the rocks. The rebels sent a flag of truce. The Major sent a dispatch to us, and retreated about eight miles, and took his stand. You can bet we were not long in getting ready. We marched all night, came to the Major’s camp before sun up, eat some breakfast, got ready and started to meet the devils. They had advanced on us, and taken their position, at a place called Pigeon’s Ranch, right in a canon, covered with trees and bushes; it so happened that my Company (or the company I belong to,) were detailed to support one of the batteries, and we had to march in rear of the battalion. We had not gone far before we could hear the booming of the cannon, and well knew the fun had commenced. My captain, (Wilder,) came riding up, and we took a double quick, and soon came to the scene of action – one of our batteries had taken its stand. As we came up to our battery, the bullets from the enemy whistled all around us, and one of our boys fell, shout through both legs. – We took our stand behind our artillery, which we were ordered to support. We laid down on our bellies, and the rebels would shoot over us every time. We could not see the enemy, the bushes were so thick – the devils undertook to flank around us, and come in and get our guns, so our Captain was ordered to take the first platoon of his men and go upon the hill and cut them off. I went with him. We took our stand upon the rocks, where we had a good chance to give them the contents of our guns. We were within 200 feet of them, and when they would stick their heads over the rock we would give them h—l. We lost one man at the rock, but he was not killed instantly, and two wounded, and on the side of the rock where the rebels were there were fifty killed and a great many wounded. It put me in mind of hunting squirrels. While we were peppering it to them at the rock, the other boys were giving it to them down in the canon. The devils made a charge on our battery, but our boys who remained back with the battery, made a rush at them and they run. There was a continued roar of cannon intermingled with musketry, when they made a rush at our battery – our gunners discharged their four guns in amongst them, and it mowed them right and left. After fighting six hours, we discovered about 300 Texans coming over the rock where we were, and our Captain thought it was useless for so few of us to fight hand to had; so he ordered us to retreat, and as we did so, they poured a volley of musketry into us, which wounded one of our boys, but they did not get him; I was by his side and helped him along. When we got down where our battery was, we found our men on the retreat. They retreated a little ways, made a stand and waited for them to come up, but they retreated the other way. So we went to camp, and the rebels sent a flag of truce; they wanted a truce for three days, but our Colonel would not grant it longer than to the next fore noon. The best of the joke was, that, while we were fighting, Maj. Chivington took between three and four hundred men, and went over the mountains, came to where they had left their train of sixty-four wagons of provisions, ammunition, clothing, &c., set fire to them and burnt them to ashes, killed a lot of mules and destroyed two pieces of artillery. The rebels who were guarding the train fired on the Major with both guns, but did no harm, and having accomplished his object, he returned to our camp. The loss of the enemy according to their own account was 400, but we think it was much larger. Our loss, in killed, was 32, and about 60 wounded, and 12 taken prisoners; besides the killed and wounded on the rebel side, we took 103 prisoners. We expected they would attack us again the next day, but as soon as they got their dead buried they left for Santa Fe.
Joseph Cramer is no coward in a fight. He fought bravely.
C. H. FARRAR.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, May 3, 1862, p. 2