Confederate Forces Attack Union Army on Bloody Hill for 3rd time
William F Cloud
Chenoweth, who happened to be near us, of the 1st Kansas , saw the position
of affairs, and called for a battery, to rake them as they came up. Capt.
Totten at length consented to send two pieces, under command of a Lieutenant.
The pieces were planted, and the lieutenant left immediately, leaving only
a sergeant and a few privates to work them. Major Cloud took charge of them,
and they fired some ten or twelve shots into the advancing foe, with fearful
effect. Still they advanced, and soon opened upon us one of the most terrible
fires I had heard during the day.
this battle - the motto for the reorganized Kansas 2nd became "when Cloud
approaches, look out for a storm")
at a few minutes past 11 o'clock a.M., being six hours after I heard the
first shot, I saw them in three columns emerge from the timber
to Gratiot regiment)
You will soon be in a pretty hot place, men! But I will be near you, and
will take care of you; keep as cool as the inside of a cucumber and give
them thunder." Turning to Gratiot he said: "That's your position, Colonel;
take it and hold it whatever you do. I will see that you are not too hard
pressed. Don't yield an inch. Gratiot moved, on the instant, towards the
position which the General had indicated.
Yield an Inch" painted by Ozarks artist Andy Thomas.
A limited edition can be purchased at General Sweeney's Civil War Museum
...(Pearce) gave orders for my regiment to move on to the
scene of action and attack a battery and a large force then forming on the
north side of Wilson's Creek, on the ridge, and in the woods. I proceeded
to execute the order under a heavy fire of shot and shell from the enemy's
batteries, crossed the creek, and marched up the ridge by a flank movement
and in column of fours. I advanced until we came near the enemy. We then
faced toward them, and marched in line of battle about fifty paces, when
we were attacked by a a large force of the enemy in front and on the left
were eager to go forward, and when I led the 3rd Arkansas Infantry (Colonel
Gratiot) and the right wing of the 5th Arkansas Infantry (Lieutenant-Colonel
Neal) across the creek, and pushed rapidly up the hill in the face of the
enemy, loud cheers went up from our expectant friends...
Joseph L Neal would die in this final charge)
was an American flag discovered in the brush quite a distance down the
rebels....planted a flag about two hundred yards in front of and brought
a battery up on a point to the left front of us...opened on us with grape
McCulloch.....would cooly ride up in full view of the enemy lines and carefully
examine their positions, then galloping away we would soon see a battery
a battery on the hill in our front began to pour upon us shrapnel and canister,
species of projectiles the Confederates had not used before, and at the same
time the enemy showed his true colors, and commenced along our entire line
the fiercest and most bloody engagement of the day.
Co E 3rd
Co E 3rd
brother to John
courtesy of Kenneth E Byrd
the Rebel line advanced, and as soon as it reached the open ground in front,
Totten's Battery spoke with no uncertain sound, and DuBois' immediately followed.
About the same time a Rebel battery away in the rear opened on the second
kansas with shell which tore through the tops of the scrub oak-trees over
One Who Was
is a peculiarity in this firing to the experienced ear of Capt. Totten, and
he ordered a pause in the firing of the guns. He thinks that Sigel may have
mistaken us for the confederates; but a long look through his glass seems
to satisfy him, and the cannonade is renewed.
now attacked us...The woods were full of them and such a shower of bullets
as they sent at us was only like a hail storm. But they got as good as they
Blue and Gray
came on with the true "Rebel yell," a battle-cry so distinct from our own
that, in the long line of conflicts from Bull Run to Selma, it suffered no
variations and always enabled our reserves and the cavalry on our flanks
to name the uniform of the charging battalions.
battery...calling upon the 2nd not to allow their guns to be taken, receiving
in return the promise of the boys that they would stay with them.
courtesy of Wilson's Creek National Battlefield
Blue and Gray
enemy seemed organized for victory, and came so near our line that DuBois
abandoned his guns and ordered his men to draw their revolvers.
Kansas was armed with an old flint lock musket, changed to a percussion-cap
gun, using an ounce ball with three buck shot. This gun was not a very bad
gun for close range, but worthless, except at close quarters.
as it passed the brow of the hill, struck the Federal left in the shape of
a V. Firing commenced. Our forces faced to the right and moved to the brow
of the hill and firing followed all along the line.
this time a man thirty feet to my right dropped his gun, ran forward, and
turning to the left in a circle, passed through our company. He threw himself
on the ground a few feet in the rear, tore loose his clothing in front, and
began patting his stomach with both hands, saying to the three or four who
went to his assistance: "Boys, tell my father I died fighting for my country.
Hurrah for Jeff Davis-." "Get up, you aren't hurt," said the nearest man,
who, bending over him had picked out the bullet, which had flattened to the
size of a silver dollar, and penetrated just far enough to keep its place
until loosened by a slight movement of the finger. After that if you didn't
want a fight on your hands, you had to be careful where you said, "Boys,
tell my father."
came a man in a Union Lieutenant's uniform inquiring for his regiment,- he
was lost; we of course did not know where his regiment was; I was near the
end of our company line; he pulled out a long plug of chewing-tobacco, thin
and black; I grabbed it and bit off a chew; the man next to me wanted a chew;
I handed it to him; then it went to the next, and so one down the line; the
Lieutenant followed it for a while and then gave up and passed on, leaving
the remnant of the plug with the company. Every man that took a chew first
blew out a big wad of cartridge-paper blackened with gunpowder, which he
had bitten off in loading.
courtesy of "In Fine Spirits - The Civil War Letters of Ras Stirman
with historical comments by Pat Carr" published by Washington County
Historical Society Fayetteville, AR
march our regiment up a slant right in the face of a battery and a large
body of infantry. They were lying down in the brush and grass until we were
within one hundred yards of them, then they opened up on us bringing us down
like sheep, but we never waved. We did not wait for orders to fire but all
of us cut loose at them like wild men, then we dropped to our knees and loaded
and shot as fast as we could. We had to shoot by guess as they were upon
the hill lying in the grass.
seeing some of his men bunched behind a tree, he rushed to them to scatter
them, but too late. His last words were: "Scatter, boys; you are making a
target for their cannon." These words had barely passed his lips when a cannon
ball was thrown into the bunch, clipping off the heads of John K. Wells and
Ike Terrell, two of our best soldiers, and tearing away one of Haskin's
shoulders, exposing the last heartbeat of this brave, mysterious, and unknown
Lieutenant John B. Haskins, of the Callaway Guards,... while giving an
order,...His right side to the enemy, his sword held aloft, a cannon ball
struck him below the armpit and nearly cut him in two. The same missile
decapitated Isaac Terrill who, in the act of firing had one knee on the ground,
and wounded three men, one very severely.
courtesy of SCV camp #197 Little Rock, AR and the Arkansas Historical
Walton, of the Fort Smith Rifles, fell in making a charge, being in front
of his men, encouraging them on the enemy. Six of his brave soldiers fell
close to him. One, a little Frenchman by the name of Henry Goodeheaux, had
his under jaw shot off, by a grape shot, still fought on, loading and firing
three or four times, till he fell dead.
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us lay scattered the dead, and from different directions, wounded men were
hobbling in, or being carried on the shoulders of comrades, some horribly
mangled, and covered with blood, and others gasping their last breath.
enemy had greatly the advantage, having a battery of five guns planted on
our left, raking our regiment by the flank every shot,...
had given us more than one advantage: in the first place, not much of us
could be seen by an advancing regiment while we lay on the ground; we were
sort of an unknown quantity, and could only be guessed at. Second, we could
take a rest and deadly aim and pour in a terrific volley while lying on the
ground...Third, when they began to fire we rose on one knee; the air was
soon full of smoke, and while they always shot over our heads we could see
them under the cloud of smoke.
came so near (the Confederates) that the old shot guns and other indifferent
weapons of the latter could be used with the same deadly effect as
(our) minnie muskets.
took a vare crack at us as we were marching on them and the balls fell as
thick as hail all around us. Several men fell around me...