This extra* was
handed me on our parade ground last evening about 6 P. M. by my brother-in-law,
Dr. Joe Webb, who had just galloped out from the city on my sorrel. We had
heard the first rumor of a great defeat, but this gave us the details. A routed
army, heavy loss, demoralization, on our side; a great victory, confidence, and
enthusiasm, on the other, were the natural results to be expected. Washington
in danger, its capture probable, if the enemy had genius. These were the ideas
I was filled with.
But so far as we
were concerned all was readiness and energy. Colonel Matthews and myself
superintended the opening and distribution of cartridge-boxes, etc., etc.,
until late at night that our regiment might be ready to march at a moment's
warning. Slept badly. Meditated on the great disaster. On Lucy probably
hastening to Cincinnati to comfort and be with her mother. I dreamed I was in
Washington, Union men leaving in haste, the enemy advancing to take the city,
its capture hourly expected. My own determination and feelings when awake were
all as I would wish. A sense of duty excited to a warmer and more resolute
pitch.
This morning I rose
at the first tap of reveille and went out on the parade-ground. Soon came the
morning papers correcting and modifying the first exaggerated reports. There
was a great panic, but if the morning report is reliable, the loss is not very
heavy; the army is again in position. The lesson is a severe one. It may be a
useful one. Raw troops should not be sent to attack an enemy entrenched on its
own ground unless under most peculiar circumstances. Gradual approach with
fortifications as they proceeded would have won the day.
Last evening
Adjutant-General Buckingham took tea with Colonel Scammon. My mind was full of
the great disaster. They talked of schoolboy times at West Point; gave the bill
of fare of different days — beef on Sunday, fish on etc., etc. — anecdotes of
Billy Cozzens, the cook or steward, never once alluding to the events just
announced of which we were all full.
July 12, Lucy and Birch and Webb came up to Columbus. They spent a few days in camp, she remaining over night but once. They will probably remain until we leave here.
July 12, Lucy and Birch and Webb came up to Columbus. They spent a few days in camp, she remaining over night but once. They will probably remain until we leave here.
Mrs. Matthews and Willie left today (23rd). With her daughter Jennie,
they have spent two or three days in camp.
Continuing my narrative. — In the place of Colonel Rosecrans, promoted to
brigadier-general, Colonel Scammon is appointed to command our regiment. He is
a gentleman of military education and experience. Amiable and friendly with us
— an intelligent, agreeable gentleman; but not well fitted for volunteer
command; and I fear somewhat deficient in health and vigor of nerve. We shall
find him an entertaining head of our mess of field officers. — After some ups
and downs we have succeeded in getting for our surgeon my brother-in-law, Dr.
Joseph T. Webb. Our field officers' mess consists of Colonel Scammon,
Lieutenant-Colonel Matthews, Dr. Webb, and myself.
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* Pasted in the Diary is the report of the disaster at
Manassas Junction and the retreat of the Union army, clipped from the Ohio
State Journal extra.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 40-1
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