General Stone was arrested to-day. General Sedgwick takes his command.
SOURCE: Theodore
Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light Artillery,
p. 32
General Stone was arrested to-day. General Sedgwick takes his command.
SOURCE: Theodore
Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light Artillery,
p. 32
Sedgwick's division
left Poolesville at eight o'clock, A. M. Marched through Barnesville, and after
several unsuccessful attempts to get the artillery across the Sugar Loaf
Mountain, stopped over night at the foot of the mountain. A very cold night. No
tents.
SOURCE: Theodore
Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light Artillery,
p. 33
CIRCULAR.]
From information
received, the commanding general is satisfied that the object of the movement
of the army in this direction has been accomplished, viz, the relief of
Harrisburg, and the prevention of the enemy's intended invasion of
Philadelphia, &c., beyond the Susquehanna. It is no longer his intention to
assume the offensive until the enemy's movements or position should render such
an operation certain of success.
If the enemy assume
the offensive, and attack, it is his intention, after holding them in check
sufficiently long, to withdraw the trains and other impedimenta; to
Withdraw the army from its present position, and form line of battle with the
left resting in the neighborhood of Middleburg, and the right at Manchester,
the general direction being that of Pipe Creek. For this purpose, General
Reynolds, in command of the left, will withdraw the force at present at
Gettysburg, two corps by the road to Taneytown and Westminster, and, after
crossing Pipe Creek, deploy toward Middleburg. The corps at Emmitsburg will be
withdrawn, via Mechanicsville, to Middleburg, or, if a more direct route can be
found leaving Taneytown to their left, to withdraw direct to Middleburg.
General Slocum will
assume command of the two corps at Hanover and Two Taverns, and withdraw them,
via Union Mills, deploying one to the right and one to the left, after crossing
Pipe Creek, connecting on the left with General Reynolds, and communicating his
right to General Sedgwick at Manchester, who will connect with him and form the
right.
The time for falling
back can only be developed by circumstances. Whenever such circumstances arise
as would seem to indicate the necessity for falling back and assuming this
general line indicated, notice of such movement will be at once communicated to
these headquarters and to all adjoining corps commanders.
The Second Corps now
at Taneytown will be held in reserve in the vicinity of Uniontown and
Frizellburg, to be thrown to the point of strongest attack, should the enemy
make it. In the event of these movements being necessary, the trains and impedimenta
will all be sent to the rear of Westminster.
Corps commanders,
with their officers commanding artillery and the divisions, should make
themselves thoroughly familiar with the country indicated, all the roads and
positions, so that no possible confusion can ensue, and that the movement, if
made, be done with good order, precision, and care, without loss or any
detriment to the morale of the troops.
The commanders of
corps are requested to communicate at once the nature of their present
positions, and their ability to hold them in case of any sudden attack at any
point by the enemy.
This order is
communicated, that a general plan, perfectly understood by all, may be had for
receiving attack, if made in strong force, upon any portion of our present
position.
Developments may
cause the commanding general to assume the offensive from his present
positions.
The Artillery
Reserve will, in the event of the general movement indicated, move to the rear
of Frizellburg, and be placed in position, or sent to corps, as circumstances
may require, under the general supervision of the chief of artillery.
The chief
quartermaster will, in case of the general movement indicated, give directions
for the orderly and proper position of the trains in rear of Westminster.
All the trains will
keep well to the right of the road in moving, and, in case of any accident
requiring a halt, the team must be hauled out of the line, and not delay the
movements.
The trains ordered
to Union Bridge in these events will be sent to Westminster.
General headquarters
will be, in case of this movement, at Frizellburg; General Slocum as near Union
Mills as the line will render best for him; General Reynolds at or near the
road from Taneytown to Frizellburg.
The chief of
artillery will examine the line, and select positions for artillery.
The cavalry will be
held on the right and left flanks after the movement is completed. Previous to
its completion, it will, as now directed, cover the front and exterior lines,
well out.
The commands must be
prepared for a movement, and, in the event of the enemy attacking us on the
ground indicated herein, to follow up any repulse.
The chief signal
officer will examine the line thoroughly, and at once, upon the commencement of
this movement, extend telegraphic communication from each of the following
points to general headquarters near Frizellburg, viz, Manchester, Union Mills,
Middleburg, and the Taneytown road.
All true Union
people should be advised to harass and annoy the enemy in every way, to send in
information, and taught how to do it; giving regiments by number of colors,
number of guns, generals' names, &c. All their supplies brought to us will
be paid for, and not fall into the enemy's hands.
Roads and ways to
move to the right or left of the general line should be studied and thoroughly
understood. All movements of troops should be concealed, and our dispositions
kept from the enemy. Their knowledge of these dispositions would be fatal to
our success, and the greatest care must be taken to prevent such an occurrence.
By command of
Major-General Meade:
SOURCE: The War of
the Rebellion: A Compilation of the Official Records of the Union and
Confederate Armies, Series I, Volume 27, Part 3 (Serial No. 45), p. 458-9
This morning
Sherman's great army bow their heads in mournful silence over the startling
news of the assassination. While we write we remember how we were made glad
when the news was read to us "Richmond has fallen!" "Lee has surrendered!"
Yes, we were made glad, for we knew then that the rebellion was dead, that the
war would soon end, and wild, loud and long were the shouts that rang through
the forests of North Carolina, in honor of those glorious events. But now we
find the army possessed of a different feeling: all seem down-cast and sad; a
veil of gloom hangs like a midnight curtain. And why this gloom? Why do the
tall dark pines seem to wail so mournfully as, tossed by the wind, they sway
hither and fro? Why this sorrow when the harbinger of peace seems so nigh? Ah,
our chief, our ruler, our friend, the Union's friend, the world's friend,
humanity's truest friend on earth, has been stricken down in the hour of his
greatest triumph by the cowardly hand of the assassin. We loved the good, the
noble, the merciful LINCOLN, who had led the millions of the western world
through so terrible a war with the end so nigh. But the great mission designed
for him by the Creator he has accomplished-the freedom of a chained race. May
we ever remember that Abraham Lincoln died a martyr to freedom, a martyr to
law, a martyr to right; and above all let us remember that the minions of
slavery slew him; slew him because he was the world's champion for the rights
of man; because he loved his country, and had a heart that went out to the
lonely cottage homes where the disconsolate widow and fatherless child sat weeping
for the loved and lost who had been swept away by war's dark wave; slew him
because he defied the world;
"While the thunders of War did rattle,
And the Soldiers fought the battle;"
slew him because his
democracy would not embrace the slaveholder's aristocracy; because his
democracy was too broad; because it breathed a spirit of love and compassion
towards earth's chained millions, and a spirit of hatred towards pampered
royalty and cruel tyranny. Although he is dead; although his name, spotless and
pure, has gone to the christian calendar, yet that liberty for which he died
still moves on, and will move on until every throne beneath the circle of the
sun shall have been shaken to its fall. Moving on where the Danube and the
Volga move; moving on where the south wind makes music along the Tiber's
winding way; it will move on until equal rights, the darling theme of Lincoln's
life, shall be established, and the clanking of chains forever silenced, for
the consummation of such an end is certain. God, not man, created men equal,
and deep laid in the solid foundation of God's eternal throne the great
principles of man's equality are established indestructible and immortal. When
that time comes, when liberty shall unfurl her beautiful banner of stars over the
crumbling tombs of empires, heaven and earth will rejoice and the generations
that follow will look back upon the past, (perhaps it will be a century or
more,) and say of Abraham Lincoln, he was the world's leading spirit for
freedom, truth and the rights of man, and the world's bitterest foe against
treason and imperialism.
The memory of
Lincoln, his model manhood, his exalted virtues, his heroic endeavors amid
darkness and disparagements; his sublime devotion to the cause he had espoused;
his love towards the Union army; his great sympathy for the widow and the
orphan boy whose father fell with Wadsworth and Sedgwick in the wilderness,
whose life blood made crimson Rappahannock's rippling waters, whose lamp of
life flickered out in Andersonville and Libby prisons as victims to a ferocious
tyranny; these all will be forever linked with the memory of the patriot
pilgrims, who, in years to come, will bow their heads in silent reverence
before the marble cenotaph that marks the place where the martyred champion
sleeps. May Americans ever love to applaud his virtues, for virtues he had as
pure as the driven snow. "Vivit post funera virtus": may the Illinois
soldiers tread lightly around his tomb; may the prairie winds ever chant
requiems to his memory, and may the great American people remember the day when
their leading light went out-when their brightest star went home to God.
The Seventh remained
in camp at Morrisville, until after the surrender of Johnson [sic], when we retraced our steps and
went into camp on Crab Creek, five miles from Raleigh.
Morning at
Stevensburg, Va.—Taking a southwest direction we passed northeast of Stony
Mountain and came in conjunction with other marching columns and moving trains.
Our ears were filled with confusion, noisy jests, rough questionings and
"blowing" of different regiments. Marched fast. Inspired by
excitement, our boys were not to be beaten; it was a grand show that nobody saw
but the performers. Our course was principally southeast until we reached this
deserted village, Stevensburgh, at daylight. Here are fields of artillery and
cavalry awaiting us. We rest awhile; I lay on the mossy plank steps of what was
a tavern. Grass is in the streets. Buildings old style; paint has seceded. It
is a pleasant site, overlooking grand country; had been a desirable place in
better days. This movement is to throw our forces together to the right of
Lee's position south of the Rapidan, cutting the latters' connection with
Fredericksburg and to go on to Richmond, if he does not come out to fight us.
This will bring our base of supplies south to points accessible to the coast.
On Field, South of
Rapidan, Noon—We took a southerly course to the river, halting but little.
Beautiful morning, splendid view of the glorious landscape; rich country.
Occasionally stately dwellings of the comfortable Virginia style are left on
terra firma and inhabited.
Sun came out hot.
Those who had scruples about throwing clothing away on the start, felt the
necessity. For an hour and a half the road was strewn with coats, blouses,
shirts, blankets and other things, so thickly that we could not march in files
without treading upon it, which made marching tiresome. Miles of ground was
literally covered.
Men were sun-struck
and fell as if shot dead; one who fell as we moved along a narrow dugway,
rolled down the hill and lodged against a tree. It is a frightful moan they
give as they fall, slamming their guns on the ground. The aid they get from
comrades in the ranks is slight; we can only cast a pitying look and pass on. I
came near falling. Friends applied water from canteens to the back of my head,
neck and breast, which proved a relief. Capt. Swan told me to fall out but I
felt determined not to leave the ranks; threw away my woolen blanket and got
better.
About 11 a. m. our
(Fifth) corps reached the Rapidan River at Germania ford and crossed on
pontoons. Several cannon were in position commanding the heights beyond. It was
a proud sight to see the columns winding up the rocky slope on the south side,
as we descended from the north. They crossed a drove of cattle by driving them
through; some were drowned. There was once a bridge here; the stone abutments
remain.
The Second
(Hancock's) corps crossed at Ely's ford several miles east. His advance
surprised and captured a Confederate force this morning that had been watching
our army. The Sixth (Sedgwick's) corp crossed five miles west of Germania. The
positions of these grand divisions of the Army of the Potomac, in these
movements, indicate their respective positions in coming battles, namely:
Hancock's corp on the left, Warren's in the center, Sedgwick's on the right.
The Ninth (Burnside's) corp is a few miles behind, moving in three columns to
be used in emergencies. Cavalry divisions are generally in advance and on our
flanks contending with the enemy's detached forces, or harassing his rear,
miles away.
Hard fighting is
expected by officers and men. We feel the final movement on Richmond is on. It
is the beginning of the end-a big butt-end! We are to meet the enemy in regions
where fighting has been mostly favorable to the Southern army, in its chosen,
often fortified positions. Officers assume that our corps will make the first
attack, or will be first attacked. The enemy is familiar with the country where
battles are likely to occur. During winter suspension of hostilities, he has
moved forces about this country to acquaint them with it. Leading officers know
points of natural strategy, hence have many advantages. Naturally he will make
a desperate attempt to crush us at a time most opportune to him. His position
we shall find when revealed by the attack, or by our skirmishers and scouts.
Our men understand this; are nerved for the crisis. Our fate rests with
officers.
They were strongly
fortified here and a half mile back, but forces in charge retired after a few
shots. We lay down behind these fortifications two hours, taking refreshments,
rest and sleep. A heavy body of troops are assembled in this vicinity.
Near Wilderness,
Sunset.—Bugles sounded again; columns of infantry and trains of artillery move
out by brigades, the corps having divided into several columns for convenience
in forming for battle and to make closer connections with the left and right
wings. It appears, by the way we move, the enemy are not disposed to check us
today; all is quiet as if there were no such thing as battle. We move cautiously,
through heavy wildernesses on old roads-about 4 o'clock p. m. struck the plank
road and were soon near portions of the old battle grounds about
Chancellorsville.
The column soon
broke off by regiments on either side. То our delight, we were told that we
would probably stay the night. There is a broad field covered with troops of
all arms; heavy supply trains and artillery, no doubt 40,000 armed men.
Generals Grant, Meade, Warren and staffs arrived soon after we camped, also
several other generals and staffs. General Wadsworth has been riding among the
troops of his division and passing a word with us. The old gentleman is as good
natured as ever. He wears the regulation cap, rides a light gray horse, his
gray hair cut short and side whiskers closely trimmed. The boys all like the
old "Abolish." A have been to a creek and bathed, feel pretty well.
Headquarters bands are playing beautifully. The scene is sublime; the red sun
hangs just over the woods, the trees are brilliantly green and filled with
happy birds. Men by thousands are boiling coffee and frying pork and hard tack.
There is an old mill
near, long silent for Secessia's sake, now receiving attention from the boys;
they are not likely to slight it until they run it-into the ground. Some are
running through it seeing what can be picked up; others are knocking and
pulling pine boards from its sides. It is not a stranger to soldiers, they have
been here before, both Union and Rebs; Stonewall himself, perhaps; like enough
"Fighting Joe." It was about here the former made his last dash. Two
of us lug off a wide door for a bed. Of course the boys talk about where we are
going; some think they know exactly; it is to Mine Run again, or it is straight
to Richmond. We have marched thirty miles. Fog appears as the sun sinks. We lie
down early; had no sleep last night; pitch no tents. Probabilities are for an
early stir in the morning. We have plumb six days' rations, expect to need
them.
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a
War Prisoner in Andersonville and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864,
p. 22-5