two hundred gravely wounded men of both armies, some dying, others already
dead, had been left lying on the floor of the church in Springfield. To the
immense task of caring for all these wounded with only one or two doctors
and no trained nurses of any kind, my mother now gave herself....With few
or no anesthetics, with surgery in the primitive state of that era, men dying
in agony of gangrene, my mother thought she must not subject a child just
fifteen, to the horrors of war.
were unloaded, covered with blood and dust...I had nothing to work with but
a washpan and my handkerchief. The first thing I did when a wounded soldier
was brought into the house was to wash his face...As fast as the men died
within the building...The bodies were thrown out the window and hauled down
on the Jordan for burial.
is Joe Stiner, I came from Amsterdam, I am a full-blooded Dutchman, from
that there is no sham......It was such glorious fun. Then next we came to
Springfield, and there we stopped and stayed - until our General Lyon had
got his plans well laid. They say that Price has got most of all his
secessionists - camped way down on Crane creek 'Twas in a pretty fix...What
I seen there I shall never forget, seemed like the ground was all alive -
with secessionists. Their blamed old rifles shot so true, I can not tell
you why. They strikes us in our stomachs and they hit us in our eyes. They
kills our General Lyon and they makes our Siegel run - Solomon hid in the
college, I'll tell you it was no fun. They kills our men, they took our guns,
they knocked us into fits. And many a prisoner too, they took but I gets
up and gets. Now I am in Springfield, my legs were almost broke, and for
the want of lager beer I was so nearly choked. This blamed old secessionist
country, will never do for me, I vamish runs, I gets away, for the city of
St' Louis. When I gets there may I be roasted done, if ever i shoot secessionist
again, for money, love or fun. I sits myself down by my frau, I hears my
children cry, and this shall be my Dutch prayer- I bid you all goodbye!
you would like to hear this song, it is now on the net)
a new thing to most of them, this regular way of shooting by word of command,
and it was, perhaps, the old-accustomed method of using rifle, musket, or
shot-gun as gamesters or marksmen that won them the battle when pressed into
close quarters with the enemy.
could excel the bravery of the United States Regular troops, who fought on
their left wing. What told most against them was their strict adherence to
military rigidity and form of discipline, by standing up close and maintaining
their line in the open field, making themselves conspicuous marks for the
fire of their opponents, who fought in open ranks and kneeled down, forming
a less prominent mark. But the great advantage in favour of the Confederate
troops was their practical skill as marksmen. Accustomed, as many of them
were from their boyhood to shooting with ball while hunting bears, deer,
wild turkeys, and other game in the woods or on the prairies, their certainty
of aim was acquired by instinct.
there was...fighting which had no equal on the american continent up to that
time for bull-dog, hang-on tenacity.
before-considering the numbers engaged-had so bloody a battle been fought
upon American soil;...
I penned my last, I have heard the roar of artillery and the rattle of musketry
to my heart's content, I am no longer "spoiling for a fight" - at least,
not with such great odds, as we have to contend against on the 10th
is said by our officers to be one of the hardest fought engagements they
battle of Wilson's Creek forever settled west of Mississippi, was that a
"Mudsill" would fight. And another thing was forever settled, that one southern
man could not whip five northern men. The delusion ended with Wilson's Creek.
It was never asserted, west of Mississippi, afterwards.
Lyon, with his forces and batteries, reached the little crest of the hill,
they would have commanded the entire valley and in good range of our encampment
and the valley, and this would have been an easy victory, in my opinion.
officers were never able to get their men beyond the dead line formed by
the cross fire of Guibor's battery (the guns loaded with buckshot, scrap
iron, slugs, and gravel) and McBride's rifles.
was the greatest man I ever saw....He was Jeff Davis over again, but not
as narrow and prejudiced as Davis. He was Davis, however, in intensity and
tenacity, and about of the weight and leanness of Davis.
1863, Pres Lincoln would emancipate all slaves in the infamous Emancipation
Proclamation. But Thomas L Snead would have the distinction of being one
of the first to have one of his slave's "officially" emancipated, within
two weeks after this battle. On 12 Sep 1861, under what he called a
"Deed of Manumission",
Maj General John C. Fremont freed Hiram Reed from inservitude to Snead, for
"insurrectionary movement against the government of the United States". This
was in accordance with his earlier proclamation that all slaves of those
that had taken up arms against the us were declared free" this proclamation
was later annulled by President Lincoln, and Fremont was fired.)
Francis J Herron
I ever saw was more impressive than Lyon's death... He was the greatest character
ever seen west of the Mississippi. His equal never arose to succeed him.
Vest, in his speech....Referring to General Lyon, says: "If he had lived
his fame would have rallied that of any in the Civil War."
Edwards...."If we had not killed General Lyon, General Grant would not have
been known in the war."
true to his convictions; true to his flag; true to the Union men of Missouri
who confided in and followed him; true to himself; and true to duty, he went
out to battle against a force twice as great as his own, with a calmness
that was as pathetic as his courage was sublime....Lyon had not fought and
died in vain...By holding Price and McCulloch at bay, he had given the Union
men of Missouri time...To establish a state government, which was loyal to
the union, and which would use the whole organized power of the state...To
sustain the Union and crush the south. All this had been done while Lyon
was boldly confronting the overwhelming strength of Price and McCulloch.
Had he abandoned Springfield instead, and opened to Price a pathway to the
Missouri; had he not been willing to die for the freedom for the negro, and
for the preservation of the union, none of these things would have been done.
By wisely planning, by boldly doing, and by bravely dying, he had won the
fight for Missouri.
the Third Louisiana hold a regimental reunion they ought to pass a resolution
of thanks to Col. Sigel for making their victory so very easy.
Jeff City Tribune 8-20-73
of a Confederate veteran)
armies were of the same blood, and they both made their valor illustrious
on that day...We esteemed a glorious victory for us, but by no means an
inglorious defeat for the Federals.
Cosmopolite from letters
by Kansas Troops
in truth "Greek meeting Greek", when those gallant men of the farther south
charged up to the very muzzles of our batteries. Though they are enemies,
they are honorable ones, and brave as men well can be. Once, twice, thrice,
they moved in perfect order up the slopes, only as often to be driven back,
leaving heaps of slain, upon the bloody field.
hope that after their late defeat in Virginia and this one here that the
people of the North may take the sober second thoughts and that none of us
will ever be called on to witness another such day.
further, that if the state troops had had bayonets on their guns, that he
believed there would not be one federal soldier left to tell the story of
their defeat. He said that he never saw people fight like the Missourians,
and that the government might as well attempt to subjugate and overawe the
devil himself, with his myriads of angels and legions of soldiers, as to
undertake the subjugation of a people, who fought like the people of
Battles and Leaders
participant, a Confederate officer, described it as "a mighty mean-fowt
the Missouri battle as a victory...Having retreated in good order after General
Lyon fell and left only a very few guns on the field. If these be victories,
may we soon enjoy a few defeats!"
merciful God interpose and drive back the red cloud of war which hovers above
us. May the angel of peace which has flapped her wings and left us, once
more return to our beautiful and once happy country.