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"As I could get no one to accept my resignation as corporal, which I tendered after my service in that capacity, unloading a steamboat, I decided to post myself as to the duties of the position, so I borrowed a copy of 'Hardee's Tactics,' and studied a good deal. Every place in the book that mentioned the word 'corporal', had a particular and thrilling interest for me, and I soon got so it would have been easy for me to have done almost anything that a corporal would have to do. But I was not contented to study the duty of a corporal. I read about the 'school of the company,' and the school of the regiment,' and battalion drills, and everything, until I could handle a regiment, or a brigade, for that matter, as well as any officer in the army, in my mind. This led me to go farther, and I borrowed a copy of a large blue book the colonel had, the name of which I do not remember now, but it was all military, and told how to conduct a battle successfully. I studied that book until I got the thing down so fine that I could have fought the battle of Gettysburg successfully, and I longed for a chance to show what I knew about military science and strategy.
"It seemed wonderful to me that one small red-head could contain so much knowledge about military affairs, and I felt a pity for some officers I knew who never had studied at all, and did not know anything except what they had picked up. I fought battles in my mind, day and night. Some nights I would lay awake till midnight, planning campaigns, laying out battle-fields, and marching men against the enemy, who fought stubbornly, but I always came out victorious, and I would go to sleep and dream that the President and secretary of war had got on to me, as it were, and had offered me high positions, and I would wake up in the morning the same red-headed corporal, and cook my breakfast. Sometimes I thought it my duty to inform the government, in some round way, what a bonanza the country had in me, if my talent could only be utilized by placing me where I would have a chance to distinguish myself, and bring victory to our arms. I reflected that Grant, and Sherman, and Sheridan, and all of the great generals, were once corporals, and by study they had risen. There was not one of them that could dream out a battle and a victory any better than I could. All I wanted was a chance. Just give me men enough, and turn me loose in the Southern Confederacy, with that head of mine, and the result would be all an anxious nation could desire.
"My first chance came sooner than I expected. The next day a part of the regiment went out on a scout, to be gone a couple of days, and my company was along. I was unusually absorbed in thought, and wondered if I would be given a chance to do anything. It seemed reasonable that if any corporal was sent out with a squad of men, to fight, it would be an old corporal, while if there was any duty that was menial, the new corporals would get it. The second day out we stopped at noon to let our horses rest, when little scouting parties that had been sent out on different roads during the forenoon, began to come in. Many of them had picked up straggling rebels, and brought them to camp, and they were carefully guarded, and the major, who was in command of our party, was asking them questions, and pumping them to find out all he could. I went over and looked at them, and they were quite a nice looking lot of fellows, some being officers, with plenty of gold lace on their gray suits. They were home from the Confederate army on a leave of absence, probably recruiting. After talking with a rebel officer for a time the major turned to the adjutant and said, "send me a corporal and ten men." The adjutant started off, and I followed him. I used to know the adjutant when he taught a district school, before the war, and I asked him as a special favor to let me be the corporal. He said the detail would be from my company, and if I could fix it with the orderly sergeant of my company it was all right. I rushed to my company and found the orderly, and got him to promise if there was a detail from the company that day, I could go. Before the words were out of his mouth the detail came, and in five minutes I reported to the major with ten men. The major simply told me that a certain rebel captain, from Lee's army, was reported to be at home, and his plantation was about four miles east, and he described it to me. He told me to ride out there, surround the house, capture the captain, and bring him into camp.
"No general ever received his orders in regard to fighting a battle
with a feeling of greater pride and responsibility than I did my orders
to capture that rebel. We started out, and then for the first time I noticed
that there was another corporal in the squad with me, and at once it occurred
to me that he might claim a part of the glory of capturing the rebel.
I heard of the jealousy existing between generals, and how the partisans
of different generals filled the newspapers, after a battle, with accounts
of the part taken by their favorites, and that the accounts got so mixed
up that the reader couldn't tell to whom the credit of success was due, and
I decided to take prompt measure with this supernumerary corporal, who had
evidently got in by mistake, so I told him he might go back to the regiment.
He said he guessed not. He had been detailed to go on the scout, and
he was going, if he knew himself, and he thought he did. He said when
it come right down to rank, he was an older corporal than I was, and could
take command of the squad if he wanted to. I told him he was mistaken
as to his position. That if the major had wanted him to take charge
of the expedition, he would have given him the instructions, but as the major
had given me the instructions, in a low tone of voice, nobody but myself
knew where where we were going or what we were going for, and that I was
responsible, and the first intimidation I had from him that he wanted to
mutiny, or relieve me from my command, I would have him shot at once. I
told him he could go along, but he must keep his mouth shut, and obey orders.
He said he would obey, if he felt like it.
"We moved on, and I would have given a month's pay if that corporal
had not been there. In a short time we were in sight of the house, and
at a cross road I told the corporal to take one man and stop there, until
further orders, and if any rebel came along, to capture him. He was
willing enough to stay there, because there was a patch of musk melons
just over the fence. I moved my remaining eight men to a high piece
of ground near the house, and halted, to look over the field of battle.
Pulling a spy glass from my pocket, which I had borrowed from the
sutler, I surveyed, as near like general as possible, the situation.
"On one side of the house was a ravine, which I decided must be held
at all hazards, and after studying my copy of tactics a moment, I sent an
Irishman over there to hold the key to the situation, and told him he might
consider himself the Iron Brigade. The lay of the ground reminded
me much of pictures I had seen of the battle of Bull Run, and the road on
which I had left the corporal and one man, was the road to Washington, on
which we would retreat, if overcome by the enemy. To the right of
the ravine, which was held by the Iron Brigade, I noticed a hen-house with
a gate leading back to the nigger quarters, and I called a soldier and told
him to make a detour behind a piece of woods, and at a signal from me, the
waving of my right arm, to charge directly to the gate of the hen-house, and
hold it against any force that might attempt to carry it, and hold it against
any force that might attempt to carry it, and to let no guilty man escape.
Fifteen years afterwards Gen. Grant used those self-same words, "Let
no guilty man escape," and they became historic, but I will take my oath
I was the first commander to use the words, when I sent that man to hold
the gate of the hen-house.
"Farther to the right was a field of sweet potatoes, in which was a
colored man digging the potatoes. I sent a Dutchman to hold that field,
with the right resting on the left of the First Division, located at the
gate of the hen-house, whose right was supposed to rest on the left of the
Iron Brigade, the Irishman who commanded the ravine. Then I turned
my attention to the left of the battle-field, placed one man at the milk-house,
with his left resting on the right of the Irishman, and a man at the smoke-house.
This left three men, one of whom I appointed an aid de camp, one an
orderly and the other I held as a reserve, at a cotton gin. When I
had got my army into position, I sat under a tree and reflected a little,
and concluded that the Iron Brigade was in rather too exposed a position,
so I sent my aid de camp to order the Iron Brigade to move forward, under
cover of the ravine, and take position behind a mule-shed. The aide
soon returned and reported that the Iron Brigade had taken off his shirt and
kanoodled a negro woman to wash it for him, and would not be able to move
until the shirt was dry.
"This altered my plans a little, but I was equal to the emergency,
and ordered my reserve to make a detour and take the mule-shed, and hold
it until relieved by the Iron Brigade, which would be as soon as his shirt
was dry, and then to report to me on the field. Then I took my aide
and orderly, and galloped around the lines, to see that all was right. I
found the First Division, holding the gate of the hen-house, was well in
hand, though he ahd killed five chickens, and had cut off the head of another
with his sabre. He said he thought I said to let no guilty hen escape.
I found the Iron Brigade dismounted, his shirt hung on a line to dry,
and the colored woman had been pressed into the Federal service, and was
frying a chicken for the Brigade. I told him to get his shirt on as
soon as it was dry, and move by forced marches, to relieve the force holding
the mule-shed, and the Iron Brigade said as soon as he had his dinner. I
found the Division composed of the Dutchman, stubbornly holding the sweet-potato
field, and he was eating some boiled ham and corn-bread he had sent the
nigger to the house after, and he had a bushel of sweet-potatoes in
a sack strapped to his saddle. The force at the milk-house had a fine
position, and he gave me a pitcher of butter-milk, which I drank with great
gusto. I do not know as there is anything in butter-milk that is stimulating,
but after drinking it my head seemed clearer, and I could see the whole
battle-field, and anticipate each movement I should cause to be made.
"I was so pleased with the butter-milk, on the eve of battle, that I
ordered the Second Division to fill my canteen with it, which he did. Then
I rode back to my headquarters, when I started from, having ridden clear
around the beleaguered plantation. Presently the reserve returned to
me and reported that he had been relieved by the Iron Brigade at the mule-shed,
whose shirt had become dry, and who had given the reserve a leg of chicken,
and a corn dodger. I took the leg of chicken away from my reserve, eat
it with great relish, and prepared for the onslaught, the reserve picking
some persimmons off a tree and eating them for lunch. I was about to
order the different divisions and brigades of my army to advance from their
different positions, and close in on the enemy, when a colored man came
out of the house and moved toward me, signaling that he would fain to converse
with me. I struck a dignified attitude, by throwing my right leg over
the pommel of the saddle, like a hired girl riding a plow-horse to town
after a doctor, and waited. When he came up to me, he said,"Massa
wants to know what all dis dam foolishness is about. He says if you
don't go away from here he will shoot de liver outen you all." I
told the negro to be calm, and not cause me to resort to extreme measures,
and I asked him if his master was at home. He had said he was, and he
was a bad man with a gun. He had killed plenty of men before the war,
and since the war he had killed more Yankees than enough to build a rail-fence
around a plantation. I did not exactly like to reports in regard to
the enemy. I told the colored man to take a flag of truce to his master,
and tell him I would like an interview. The colored man went to the
house, and I sent for the Iron Brigade to report to me at once, in light
marching order, and the Irishman came riding up without any shirt on. I
caused the Brigade to put on his shirt, when I sent him to the house, to
follow the flag of truce and feel of the enemy. He went to the house,
and was evidently invited in, for he disappeared. I waited half an
hour for him, and as he did not show up, I called the Second Division, and
sent the Dutchman to the house. The Second Division went in, and did
not come out. I ordered the whole right wing of my army to deploy to
my support, and the fellow at the hen-house gate came, and I sent him in
after the Irishman and the Dutchman. He didn't come back, and I sent
an orderly after the force stationed at the milk-house, and he came, and
I sent him, with the same result. It was evident I was frittering away
my command, with no good result, so I looked at my tactics, and decided to
hold a council of war. My aide, orderly, and reserve, three besides
myself, composed the council of war. The three were in favor of ordering
up the corporal and man from the crossroads, but I opposed it. I did
not want the other corporal to have a finger in the pie. So I decided
that the four of us would go in a body to the house and demand the surrender
of the rebel captain.
"We rode down the lane where the other men had gone, and it was a question
whether we ever came back alive. I thought they had a trap door in the
house, which probably let the soldiers down into a dungeon. Certainly
unless there was something of the kind my men would have come back. As
we dismounted at the door and walked up the steps, the door opened and a fine
looking rebel officer appeared, smiling.
'Come in, Captain, with your men, and join me in a glass of wine,'
said the rebel.
I had never been called "Captain" before, and it touched me in a
tender spot. The rebel evidently thought I looked like a captain, and
I was proud. he had probably watched my maneuvers, and the way I handled
my men, and thought I was no common soldier.
'Well, I don't care if I do," said I, and we walked into a splendid
old room, and were bidden to be seated.
'Hello, Corp,' said my Iron Brigade, as he took his legs down from
a table, and poured out a glass of whiskey from a bottle near him,'This
is the divil's own place for a aisy life.'
'Gorporal, 'said my Dutch fellow soldier, as he poured out a glass
of schnapps, 'Led me introduce you mit Mishder repel,dot ish der gorporal
fun my gumpany.'
"The rebel smiled and said he was glad to see me, and hoped I was well, and would I take wine, or something stronger. I took a small glass of wine, but the rest of the fellows took strong drink, and my Iron Brigade was already full, and the Dutchman was getting full rapidly. Finally I told the rebel officer that I did not like to accept a man's hospitality when I had such an unpleasant duty to perform as to arrest him, but circumstances seemed to make it necessary. He said that was all right. In times of war we must do many things that were unpleasant. We took another drink and then I told him I was sorry to inconvenience him, but he would have to accompany me to camp. He said certainly, he had expected to be captured ever since he saw that the house was surrounded, and while at first he had made up his mind to take his rifle and kill us all from the gallery of the house, he had thought better of it, and would surrender without bloodshed. What was the use of killing any more men? The war was nearly over, and why not submit, and save carnage. I told him that was the way I felt about it. Then he said if I would wait until he retired to an adjoining room and changed his linen, he would be ready. I said of course, certainly, and he went out of a door. I waited about half an hour, until it seemed to me the rebel had had time to change all the linen in the state of Alabama. The Iron Brigade had gone to sleep on a lounge, and the German troop was full as a goat, and some of the others were beginning to feel the hospitality.
" 'I beg your pardon for intruding,' said I, as I opened the
door and walked into the room the rebel had entered. 'Great Scott, he
is gone!'
My army, all except the Iron Brigade and the Dutchman, followed me, and the
room was empty. A window was up, through which he had escaped. We
searched the house, but there was no rebel captain. On going to the
front door I found that the horse belonging the the Iron Brigade was gone,
and the saddle girths of all the other horses had been unbuckled, so we would
be delayed in following him. The Irishman was awakened, and when he
found his horse was gone, he sobered up and went to the pasture and borrow
a mule to ride.
"It took us half an hour to fix our saddles, so we could ride, and
then we sadly started for camp. How could I face the major, and report
to him that I had met the rebel captain, talked with him, drank with him,
enjoyed his hospitality, and then let him escape? I felt that my military
career had come to an inglorious ending. We rode slow, because the
Iron Brigade was insecurely mounted on a slippery bare-backed mule. As
we neared the corporal and one man, that I left to guard the cross-roads,
I noticed that there was a stranger with them, and on riding closer what
was my surprise to find that it was the rebel captain, under arrest. So
the confounded corporal, whom I had left there so he would be out of the
way, and not get any of the glory of capturing the rebel, had captured him,
and got all the glory. I was hurt, but putting on a bold military
air, like a general who has been whipped, I said:
'Ah, corporal, I see my plan has worked successfully. I arranged
it so this prisoner would run right into the trap.'
'Yes,' said the corporal, throwing away a melon rind that he had been
chewing the meat off of, 'I saw his nibs coming down the road, and I thought
may be he was the one you wanted, so I told him to halt or I would fill his
lungs full of lead pills, and he said he guessed he would halt. he
said it was a nice day, and he was only trying one of the Yankee cavalry
horses, to see how he liked it.'
'Here, you murdherin' divil, get down off that horse,' said the Iron
Brigade, who had got awake enough to see that the rebel was on his horse.
'Take this mule, and lave a dacent gintleman's harse alone.'
"The rebel smiled, dismounted, gave the Irishman his horse, mounted
the mule, and we started for camp. I was never so shocked in my life
as I was when I rode into camp with that rebel captain beside me on the mule.
The object of the expedition had been accomplished, a little different,
it is true, from what I had expected and planned, but who knew that it was
not a part of my plan to have it turn out as it did? I reflected much,
and wondered if it was right for me to report the capture of the Confederate
and say nothing about the part played by the other corporal. That corporal
was no military strategist, like me. It was just a streak of luck,
his capturing the rebel. He was leaning against the fence where I left
him, eating melons, and the rebel came along, and the corporal quit chewing
melon long enough to obey my orders and arrest the fellow. By all rules
of military law I was entitled to the credit, and I would take it, though
it made me ashamed to so so. However, the generals did the same thing.
If a major-general was in command, and ordered a brigadier-general
to do a thing, and it was a success, the major-general got the credit in
the newspapers.
"So I rode into camp and turned my prisoner over to the major as modestly
as possible, with a few words of praise of my gallant command.
'Hello, Jim,' said the major to the rebel.
'Hello, Maje,' said the rebel.
'Better take off them togs now, and join your company,' said the major.
'I guess so,' said the rebel, and he took off his rebel uniform, and
the major handed him a blue coat and pair of pants, and he put them on. I
was petrified. The fact was, the 'rebel' was a sergeant in our regiment,
who had been detailed as a scout, and had been making a trip into the rebel
lines as a spy. I had made an ass of myself in the whole business,
and he would tell all the boys about it. I went back to my company
crushed.
END PART 15