In a letter written on the 9th of December, 1862, the following view of the situation was presented by the correspondent of the Boston Journal:-
"It is a clear, cold morning. The sky is without a cloud. Standing near General Sumner"s quarters, I have a wide sweep of vision. The quarters of the veteran general commanding the right grand division are in a s.p.a.cious mansion, newly constructed, the property of a wealthy planter, whose estate is somewhat shorn of its beauty by the ravages of war. The fences are all gone, the forests are fast disappearing, the fine range of cedars which lined the Belleplain road are no longer to be seen. All around are the white tents of the command, the innumerable camp-fires sending up blue columns of smoke. The air is calm. You hear the rumbling of distant baggage-trains, the clatter of hundreds of axes felling the forests for fuel,-the bugle-call of the cavalrymen, and the rat-a-plan of the drummers, and mingling with all, the steady, constant flow of the falling waters of the winding stream.
"Looking far off to the southeast, across the intervale of the river, you see a white cloud of steam moving beneath the fringe of a forest. It is a locomotive from Richmond, dragging its train of cars with supplies for the Rebel camps. The forests and hills beyond are alive with men. Resting my gla.s.s against the side of the building to keep it steady, I can count the men grouped around the camp-fires, turning at times to keep themselves warm. Others are bringing in wood. An officer rides along. A train of wagons is winding down the hill toward the town. All along the range of hills are earthworks with sandbag embrasures, and artillery behind,-not quaker guns, I think, but field artillery, so ranged that a movement directly across the river would be marching into the jaws of death,-as hazardous and destructive as the charge of the Light Brigade at Balaklava.
"I know that there is a clamor for an onward movement, a desire and expectation for an advance; but I think there are few men in the country who, after taking a look at the Rebel positions, would like to lead in a movement across the stream.
"Looking into the town of Fredericksburg we see but few smokes ascending from the chimneys, but few people in the streets. It is almost wholly deserted. The women and children have gone to Richmond, or else are shivering in camp. Close upon the river-bank on either side face the pickets, within easy talking distance of each other. There has been no shooting of late. There is constant badinage. The Rebel picket asks the Yankee when he is going to Richmond. The Yankee asks the Rebel if he don"t want a pair of boots. I am sorry to say that such conversation is mixed with profane words. Each party seems to think that hard words. .h.i.t hard."
"Last night the southern sky was red with the blaze of Rebel camp-fires. Far off to the southeast I see a hazy cloud, and columns of smoke, indicating the presence of a large army. I do not doubt that if we attempt to cross we shall meet with terrible opposition from a force nearly if not quite as large as our own.
"If the President or General Halleck insist upon Burnside"s making the movement, it will be made with whatever power, energy, determination, and bravery the army can exhibit. I am as anxious as any one can be to see a great blow given to the Rebellion; but I am not at all anxious to see the attempt made against such disadvantages as are apparent to the most casual observer from this position."[9]
Dec., 1862.
It was an unreasonable demand which the public made upon Burnside. He had been just one month in command of the army. His first plan had failed through the remissness of others; his second effort to move had been made abortive by the storm. He could not attempt again the movement with any hope of success, for Lee had taken precautions against an attack upon his flank. Neither the public, the politician, nor the War Department would consent to his going into winter quarters. He had no alternative other than to devise a new plan. These considerations are to be kept in remembrance in reviewing the battle of Fredericksburg.
General Burnside obtained correct information of the position held by General Lee. Jackson"s corps was separated from Longstreet"s by a ravine, but General Lee had constructed a road through the woods and across a ravine, by which troops could be readily marched to the right or left, as they might be needed. He was satisfied that Lee did not expect him to cross at the town, but lower down the river. He decided, therefore, to cross the Rappahannock, and make a desperate push to obtain possession of the road, which would divide Lee"s army.
Fredericksburg.
The plan was accepted by a council of officers on the 10th of December. Preparations wore made that night for the pa.s.sage of the river in three places. The artillery was drawn in position along the bank,-about one hundred and fifty pieces, some of which were thirty-pounders. Orders were issued to the troops to be ready at a moment"s warning. General Woodbury, with a brigade of engineers, was ordered down to the river.
Soon after dark on the night of the 10th, the brigade, with its long train of boats on wheels, came down from the Stafford hills. Boats sufficient for the construction of two bridges halted near the railroad; enough for two more went a third of a mile down stream, opposite the lower end of the town, while the remainder went a mile and a half farther down, almost to Mr. Bernard"s house. Sumner and Hooker were to use those opposite the town, and Franklin those at Bernard"s. A brigade of troops was ordered to protect the engineers in their work. The gunners stood beside their guns, ready to open fire if the Rebels opposed them. The engineers took the boats from the wagons, pushed them out over the thin ice, anch.o.r.ed them in the stream, and commenced laying the timbers and planks. A dense fog hung over the river, which concealed their operations, and before daybreak the bridges were nearly completed. The Seventeenth and Eighteenth Mississippi regiments of Barksdale"s brigade, and the Eighth Florida, of Perry"s brigade, were on picket along the river, while the Thirteenth and Twenty-First Mississippi and Third Georgia were in reserve in the town.
Lee was wary. He expected an advance of the Union army. His scouts were alert. All the commanders were ordered to be vigilant. So keeping a sharp lookout, the sentinels walked the bank through the long winter night, peering into the darkness, and listening to catch the meaning of the confused hum which floated to them across the stream.
CHAPTER XI.
BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG.
Dec., 1862.
At five o"clock on the morning of the 11th of December two signal-guns were fired on the heights of Fredericksburg. Deep and heavy their roar, rolling along the valley, echoing from hill to hill, and rousing the sleepers of both armies. We who listened upon the Falmouth hills knew that the crossing was not a surprise, but that the Rebels were ready for battle. And now as the day dawned there came a rattling of musketry along the river. The Rebel pickets opened the fire. The gunners at the batteries were quick to respond, and sent grape and canister across the stream. The Rebel pickets at the lower bridges soon retired, and the engineers completed their work. But in the town the Mississippians took shelter in the buildings, and poured a deadly fire upon the bridge-builders. Almost every soldier who attempted to carry out a plank fell. For a while the attempt was relinquished.
"The bridge must be completed," said General Burnside.
Once more the brave engineers attempted it. The fog still hung over the river. Those who stood on the northern bank could only see the flashes of the rifles on the other sh.o.r.e. The gunners were obliged to fire at random, but so energetic their fire the engineers were able to carry the bridge within eighty or ninety feet of the sh.o.r.e, and then so deadly in turn was the fire of the Rebels that it was murder to send men out with a plank.
General Burnside stood on the piazza of the Phillips House, a mile from the pontoons. General Sumner and General Hooker were there. Aids and couriers came and went with messages and orders.
"My bridge is completed, and I am ready to cross," was Franklin"s message at half past nine.
"You must wait till the upper bridge is completed," was the reply to Franklin.
Two hours pa.s.sed. A half-dozen attempts were made to complete the upper bridge without success. Brave men not belonging to the engineers came down to the bank, surveyed the scene, and then volunteering their services, seized planks and boards, ran out upon the bridge, but only to fall before the sharpshooters concealed in the cellars of the houses not ten rods distant. Captain Brainard of the Fiftieth New York, with eleven men, volunteered to finish the nearly completed work. They went out upon the run. Five fell at one volley, and the rest returned. Captain Perkins of the same regiment led another party. He fell with a ghastly wound in his neck. Half of his men are killed or wounded. These were sacrifices of life with nothing gained. It was soul-inspiring to witness such heroic devotion, but heart-sickening to stand on the bank and see them slaughtered,-their blood turning to crimson the turbid waters of the Rappahannock.
General Burnside had no desire to injure the town, but under the usages of war he had a right to bombard it; for the Rebels had concealed themselves in the houses, making use of them to slaughter his men.
"Bring all your guns to bear upon the city and batter it down," was the order issued to General Hunt, chief of artillery. Colonel Hays had eight batteries on the right; Colonel Tompkins had eleven batteries on the right centre, opposite the upper pontoons,-some of them in the yard of Mr. Lacey"s house, near the river; Colonel Tyler had seven batteries a little farther down on the left centre; while Captain De Russey had seven batteries opposite the lower pontoons. There were in all thirty-five batteries, with a total of one hundred and seventy-nine guns, all bearing upon the town. The artillerymen received the orders to prepare for action with a hurrah. They had chafed all the morning, and longed for an opportunity to avenge the death of their gallant comrades.
The hour had come. They sprang to their pieces. The fire ran from the right to the left,-from the heavy twenty-four-pounders on the heights of Falmouth to the smaller pieces on the hills where Washington pa.s.sed his boyhood. The air became thick with the murky clouds. The earth shook beneath the terrific explosions of the sh.e.l.ls, which went howling over the river, crashing into the houses, battering down walls, splintering doors, ripping up floors. Sixty solid shot and sh.e.l.ls a minute were thrown, and the bombardment was kept up till nine thousand were fired. No hot shot were used, but the explosions set fire to a block of buildings, which added terrible grandeur to the scene.
The Rebel army stood upon the heights beyond the town and watched the operations. Lee"s Rebel artillery was silent, and the Mississippians concealed in the houses were alone partic.i.p.ants in the contest.
The fog lifted at last and revealed the town. The streets were deserted, but the houses, the church-steeples, the stores were riddled with shot; yet no impression had been made on the Mississippians.
Burnside"s artillerymen could not depress their guns sufficiently to sh.e.l.l them out. A working party went out upon the bridge, but one after another was killed or wounded.
The time had come for a bold movement. It was plain that the Mississippians must be driven out before the bridge could be completed, and that a party must go over in boats, charge up the hill, and rout them from their hiding-places. Who would go? Who attempt the hazardous enterprise? There were brave men standing on the bank by the Lacey House, who had watched the proceedings during the long hours. They were accustomed to hard fighting: Hall"s brigade, composed of the Seventh Michigan, Nineteenth and Twentieth Ma.s.sachusetts, and Forty-Second New York. They had fought at Fair Oaks, Savage Station, Glendale, Malvern, and Antietam. The Twentieth had been in all these battles, and also at Ball"s Bluff.
"We will go over and clean out the Rebels," was the cry of this brigade.
"You shall have the privilege of doing so," said General Burnside.
There were not boats enough for all,-not enough for one regiment even. A portion of the Seventh Michigan was selected to go first, while the other regiments stood as a supporting force.
The men run down the winding path to the water"s edge, jump into the boats, and push out into the stream. It is a moment of intense anxiety. No one knows how large the force opposing them. The Rebel sharpshooters are watching the movement from their hiding-places. They have a fair view and can pick their men. The men in the boats know it, yet they move steadily onward, steering straight across the stream, without a thought of turning back, though their comrades are falling,-some headlong into the river, others dropping into the boats. The oarsmen pull with rapid strokes. When one falls another takes his place. Two thirds the distance over,-the boats ground in shoal water. The soldiers wait for no word of command, but with a common impulse, with an ardor which stops not to count the cost, they leap into the water, wade to the sh.o.r.e, and charge up the bank. Some fall to rise no more, but their surviving comrades rush up the slippery slope. A loud hurrah rings out from the soldiers who watch them from the Falmouth sh.o.r.e. Up, up they go, facing death, firing not, intent only to get at the foe and win victory with the bayonet! They smash the windows, batter down doors, driving or capturing the foe.
Loud and hearty the cheers of the regiments upon the other sh.o.r.e. The men of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Ma.s.sachusetts would give anything to be there. All the while the cannon are roaring, hurling solid shot and sh.e.l.l into the doomed city.
"They leaped in the rocking shallops.
Ten offered where one could go; And the breeze was alive with laughter Till the boatmen began to row.
"Then the sh.o.r.e, where the Rebels harbored, Was fringed with a gush of flame, And buzzing, like bees, o"er the water The swarms of their bullets came.
"Not a whisper! Each man was conscious He stood in the sight of death; So he bowed to the awful presence, And treasured his living breath.
"And many a brave, stout fellow, Who sprang in the boats with mirth, Ere they made that fatal crossing, Was a load of lifeless earth.
"But yet the boats moved onward; Through fire and lead they drove, With the dark, still ma.s.s within them, And the floating stars above.
"Cheer after cheer we sent them, As only armies can,- Cheers for old Ma.s.sachusetts, Cheers for young Michigan!
"They formed in line of battle; Not a man was out of place.
Then with levelled steel they hurled them Straight in the Rebels" face.
""O help me, help me, comrade!
For tears my eyelids drown, As I see their starry banners Stream up the smoking town.""[10]
Fredericksburg.
Union Positions. Rebel Positions.
1.French"s Division}2d Corps. A.Anderson"s Division}Longstreet, 1st Corps.
2.Hanc.o.c.k"s"} B.Ransom"s"} 3.Howard"s"} C.McLaw"s"} D.Pickett"s"} 4.Sturgis"s"}9th Corps. E.Hood"s"} 5.Getty"s"} 6.Burns"s"} F.A. P. Hill"s Division}Jackson, 2d Corps.
G.Ewell"s"} 7.Brooks"s"}6th Corps. H.Taliferro"s"} 8.Howe"s"} I.D. H. Hill"s"} 9.Newton"s"} J.Stuart"s Cavalry}
10.Gibbon"s Division}1st Corps. K.Lee"s Head-Quarters.
11.Meade"s"} L.Longstreet Head-Quarters.