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During the afternoon the brigade was ordered to support the brigade of Rodes, who was engaged with the enemy. The brigade marched and halted near Bethesda Church. At 6 p.m. they were ordered to charge. With a yell the graycoats advanced under a hail of Union bullets, jumped a fence and entered a vegetable garden on the other side. In the center of the garden a cabin was located and when reaching the cabin the center of the Confederate line stopped. As the casualties increased the confusion grew. The 13th protected by woods didn’t loose as heavily as other regiments and continued forward until they realized, that they were near isolation. They took cover and remained there for another hour. During this time Colonel Terrill was ordered to take command of the Brigade. It was the last time the men saw him alive as he was killed shortly thereafter. After dark the Regiment disengaged and fell back about a mile.
The Official Records O.R.--SERIES I--VOLUME LI/1 [S# 107] MAY 4-JUNE 12, 1864.--Campaign from the Rapidan to the James River, Va. MAY 30, [1864]--11 p.m. GENERAL: I moved out this afternoon on the Mechanicsville road and advanced to Bethesda Church, where a force of the enemy was found upon the road toward Old Cold Harbor. This was driven back by Rodes' division beyond Bethesda Church and the road to Cold Harbor cleared. Rodes then extended down the road toward Old Church, and I brought up my own division. The enemy being in force along and this side of the road from Hundley's Corner to Old Church, I determined then to advance toward McGregor's and try and cut the enemy's line, and sent a request to Anderson to advance a division along the road to Old Church and take the enemy in the flank, and when I supposed he was advancing I sent forward two brigades with the intention of supporting them by the other troops, including Gordon's division, which had come. The enemy was found in heavy force, intrenched, and was also extending rapidly to my right. Pegram's brigade was compelled to retire, sustaining considerable loss, and hearing nothing from Anderson I desisted from the effort to break the enemy's line, as it was evident it would be attended with considerable loss and the attack had to be made under great disadvantages. I have maintained the position gained until after dark, but am now withdrawing to connect with Anderson's right, forming a line across the Mechanicsville road by Mrs. Dickinson's house and Johnson's. Only one division will be in line, and the rest in the rear, the whole corps being south of Beaver Dam. The enemy is evidently in heavy force along the ridge on which the road from Hundley's Corner to Old Church runs. Prisoners (of which we have about 100) were taken from the Fifth and Second Corps, and I am told there are more from the Ninth Corps, but of this I am not certain. I regret to say that Colonel Willis is very severely wounded and Colonel Terrill killed or in the hands of the enemy wounded. My loss, except in Pegram's brigade, is small. I send letter from General Butler. My headquarters will be on the Mechanicsville road near the troops. Respectfully, J. A. EARLY, Major-general. General R. E. LEE, Commanding Army of Northern Virginia.
O.R.-- SERIES I--VOLUME XXXVI/1 [S# 67] Union Correspondance Operations In Southeastern Virginia And North Carolina. NEAR BETHESDA CHURCH, June 1, 1864--10 a.m. About 5 p.m. yesterday Sheridan, perceiving a force of rebel cavalry at Cold Harbor, which proved to be Fitz Lee's division, attacked and, after a hard fight, routed it, together with Clingman's brigade of infantry, which came to Lee's support. Sheridan remained in possession of the place. He reported at dark that he had a considerable number of prisoners, and that there were many rebel dead and wounded on the field. He was ordered to hold the position, and at 10 p.m. the Sixth Corps set out to occupy it. Smith's corps, of which two divisions camped last night near New Castle, was also ordered to march upon Cold Harbor and post itself between Wright and Warren. We have not yet heard from Wright or Sheridan this morning, and do not know whether the former has got his troops to their destination. Smith must be close upon Wright's column, though a mistake in the terms of his order, in which the words New Castle were inserted instead of Cold Harbor, delayed his starting this morning. The enemy are also moving a heavy column in the same direction. The order has just gone to Warren to fall upon their flank. Wilson had a fight last evening near Hanover CourtHouse with Young's brigade of cavalry. He routed Young, killing and capturing many, but there has been a good deal of artillery firing in that direction this morning. Warren reported last night that in his fight on Monday afternoon, near Bethesda Church, Colonel Terrill, Thirteenth Virginia, and Colonel Willis, commanding Pegram's [Doles'] brigade, were killed. Colonel Christian, Forty-ninth Pennsylvania [Virginia], was wounded and captured; so was the assistant adjutant-general of Ramseur's brigade--name not reported. Ten other commissioned officers were captured and 70 privates. Sixty rebels were buried on the field. In our center Burnside reports his advanced line as being this morning within 1 � miles of Mechanicsville. C. A. DANA. Hon. E. M. STANTON, Secretary of War.
O.R.-- SERIES I--VOLUME XXXVI/3 [S# 69] UNION CORRESPONDENCE, ORDERS, AND RETURNS RELATING TO OPERATIONS IN SOUTHEAST VIRGINIA AND NORTH CAROLINA, FROM MAY 20, 1864, TO JUNE 12, 1864.--#16 HEADQUARTERS THIRD DIVISION, FIFTH CORPS, [General G. K. WARREN :] GENERAL: My picket line has advanced nearly to the woods, and until it drew the enemy's fire. We are bringing in the wounded rebels with our own. I have Colonel Christian, of the Forty-ninth Virginia, wounded in three places. He reports that Colonel Terrill was killed before he (Colonel Christian) was wounded. Two other colonels lie dead, and probably Brigadier-General Ramsey [Ramseur?], as an officer answering to the description given by Colonel Christian now lies upon the field in advance of our pickets. I have sent out, however, to bring in the body in order to substantiate the report. Very respectfully, your obedient servant, S. W. CRAWFORD, Brigadier-General.
HEADQUARTERS PENNSYLVANIA RESERVES, Capt. A. S. MARVIN, Jr., CAPTAIN: I have the honor to report that the following rebel officers were killed and wounded in the affair of yesterday: Colonel Terrill, of the Thirteenth Virginia Regiment; Colonel Willis, commanding Pegram's brigade, of Early's division; Colonel Christian, Forty-ninth Virginia Regiment, wounded and taken prisoner; Major, Forty-ninth Virginia Regiment, the assistant adjutant-general Ramsey's [Ramseur's?] brigade, and 4 officers unknown. Six commissioned officers and 70 enlisted men prisoners. Sixty rebels buried. Very respectfully, your obedient servant, S. W. CRAWFORD, Brigadier-General, ----- MAY 31, 1864--10.15 a.m. Major-General HUMPHREYS: We captured Colonel Christian last night, wounded. Buried Colonel Terrill, and have it reported by Colonel Christian that Colonel Willis was killed too. All of them, I believe, of Pegram's brigade. Respectfully, G. K. WARREN, Major-general of Volunteers.
O.R.--SERIES I--VOLUME LI/2 [S# 108] Confederate Correspondence, Orders, And Returns Relating To Operations In Maryland, Eastern North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Virginia (Except Southwestern), And West Virginia.--#39 RICHMOND, VA., May 31, 1864. General R. E. LEE, GENERAL: I have just learned that the bill has passed to permit assignment to command with temporary rank. It has not reached me, but to save time I have directed nominations to be made, as required by the act. Terrill to command Pegram's brigade; Early to command Ewell's corps. Shall Ransom be promoted to command Early's division? Will you name a commander in that event for Ransom's brigade? Please notify me of other wants. Conner and Barringer were nominated yesterday for permanent rank as brigadier-general, Provisional Army, C.S. Hoke has gone--one brigade on railroad; three brigades by Mechanicsville turnpike. But for duties in the office I would have gone out to see you this morning, the firing being distinctly heard. With my best wishes for the improvement of your health and welfare in all things, I am, very truly, your friend, JEFFERSON DAVIS.
Sourthern Historical Society Papers. Graphic Description of It by Lieutenant Colonel C. B. Christian.
The sharp combat at Bethesda Church, on the afternoon of May 30th, 1864, was the beginning of the series of battles at Cold Harbor, which wound up by the decisive repulse of Grant on June 3d. Our loss on that occasion, except in Pegram's brigade, was small, says General Early in his report (se below). He was at that time commanding Ewell's corps. Colonel Edward Willis, of Georgia, and Col. J. B. Terrill, of the Thirteenth Virginia, had both been named as Brigadier Generals, but were killed before their commissions reached them. Willis was a brilliant young officer of great promise and of distinguished service. A West Pointer by training, he had won a name which will live in the annals of the Army of Northern Virginia.
Colonel J. B. Terrill was a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute; had commanded the Thirteenth Virginia with great courage and skill, succeeding James A. Walker and A. P. Hill as colonel of a regiment which had no superiority in the Confederate Army. His brother, General Terrill, of the United States Army, was a West Pointer, and had been killed at Perryville, Ky.
Colonel Christian's account of this combat gives us a picturesque glimpse of the charge of the Forty-ninth Virginia Regiment, which made its mark under Colonel (Governor) William Smith, at First Manassas, and sustained its reputation to the close of its career. Colonel Christian was a VMI-man and one of those sturdy fighting men who always had "his place in the picture by the blasting of the guns." His adventures from Bethesda Church to Morris island bring vividly before the mind the days that verily "tried men's souls."
The army was so steadily fighting at the time of this action that reports are scant, and Colonel Christian is doing his State and his comrades worthy service in thus giving his memory of valiant deeds.
JOHN W. DANIEL.
Editor of The Times-Dispatch: Sir:--This was the bloodiest fight of our Civil War considering the number engaged on our side. The percent in killed and wounded was three times as great as that of the French at the battle of Waterloo. The loss of officers was full ninety percent of all engaged (mostly killed.) It was there the dashing Colonel Edward Willis, of the 12th Georgia (in temporary command of our brigade), was killed. His staff officer, the chivalrous young Lieutenant Randolph, of Richmond, also was killed; 'twas there the brave Col. J. B. Terrill, of the Thirteenth Virginia, ended his useful career, as did, also, Major Watkins, the brave soldier of the Fifty-second.
'Twas there Colonel J. C. Gibson, like an old "war-horse," always scenting the battle in the breeze, came down from the hospital on one leg and got the other shattered to pieces. In fact, every field officer and nearly every company officer in the brigade, present in action, was either killed or wounded. General Lee's lines were formed at right angles to the ---- road leading down James River near second Cold Harbor. The enemy on our front shifted their position and threw up earthworks lower down on the road, and parallel to it. Orders came to Early's old brigade (the fourth Virginia), composed of the Forty-ninth, Fifty-second, Fifty-eighth, Thirty-first and Thirteenth Regiments, to march down the road and make a reconnoissance preliminary to second Cold Harbor battle. Our regiment, the Forty-ninth, Virginia, having lost nine color bearers in the battles from Wilderness to Richmond, I went down the line to select another. I came to a tall, lanky, beardless boy, from Amherst, with a "red cap" on, so soon to die, but to die game. I said, "Orendorf, will you carry the colors?" He replied, "Yes, Colonel, I will carry them. They killed my brother the other day; now damn them let them kill me too." He took the flag, so soon to be his winding sheet, and the brigade was marched out and down the road, the Forty-ninth at his head, for some distance, and halted, General Ramseur "bossing the job."
I then heard a single piece of artillery firing at intervals in a strip of woods on the left, and being at the head of the column, I heard General Ramseur say to General Early: "General, let me take that gun out of the wet." General Early vigorously advised and protested against it. Ramseur insisting, General Early finally acquiesced in the move. ADVANCE OF PEGRAM'S BRIGADE. "The brigade was fronted to the left and the advance started. The gun immediately retired to the works as a decoy and no resistance was made to our advances then. Presently we came to a level, open field, one-half mile across, and could see on the opposite side at the edge of another strip of timber behind which artillery was massed--heavier than I had ever seen, unless it was at Malvern Hill, although I had been in every battle of the war, from First Manassas down, fought by the Army of Northern Virginia; and bayonets bristling as thick as "leaves of Vallambrosa," supported by three distinct lines of battle, as will hereinafter appear. They had evidently taken the exact range to the edge of the woods. As soon as the brigade was well into the open fields the enemy opened with the heaviest and most murderous fire I had ever seen with grape, canister and musketry. Our veterans of a hundred fights knew at a glance that they were marching up to die, rather than to waver. Our line melted away as if by magic-- every brigade, staff and field officer was cut down, (mostly killed outright) in an incredibly short time. THE FORTY-NINTH VA. CHARGES AT "RIGHT-SHOULDER SHIFT." I brought our regiment' (the Forty-ninth Virginia), to a "right-shoulder shift arms" to prevent firing and breaking ranks during the charge and pushed at a run through this maelstrom of death and carnage. The men who usually charged with the "rebel yell" rushed on in silence. At each successive fire, great gaps were made in our ranks, but immediately closed up. We crossed that field of carnage and mounted the parapet of the enemy's works and poured a volley in their faces. They gave way, but two lines of battle, close in their rear, rose and each delivered a volley into our ranks, in rapid succession. Some of our killed and wounded fell forward into the enemy's trenches--some backward outside the parapet. Our line already decimated was now almost annihilated. The remnants of the regiment formed and sheltered behind a fence partly thrown down (to shoot over) just outside of the parapet, and continued the unequal struggle, hoping for support that never came. THE RED-CAP COLOR BEARER, ORENDORF, OF AMHERST. But not so with the little red-cap color bearer. He stood erect within twenty feet of the muzzle of the enemy's guns and waved his flag defiantly in their faces. They must have hesitated to kill him in admiration of his bravery. Though finally a heavy gun was trailed on him not twenty yards distant. His little "red-cap" flew up ten feet, one arm went up one way, the other another--fragments of his flesh were dashed in our faces. They had "killed him, too." THE OVERLAPPING ENEMY'S LINE. PART OF FORTY-NINTH VIRGINIA CAPTURED. The Forty-ninth was the extreme right of our line. The enemy's line overlapped, outflanked, and encompassed us. It seemed we were shot at from everywhere. Finally the brave old Captain Stratton, from Nelson, said: "Colonel, in five minutes you won't have a man left, let them surrender!" Seeing the futility of continuing the unequal struggle of three officers and eighteen men against twenty thousand of the enemy, I said: "Captain, that is so, let them surrender, but I'll be hanged if I will." Eugene Flippin, of Lowesville, (whose leg had just been torn off), laying close by, heard this and raised a so-called white flag, red with blood and black with powder, and the enemy ceased firing. The little remnant of the Forty-ninth Virginia Regiment stood up at an order arms, after which the writer started to run the gauntlet of death and cut his way out, if possible. I got about fifty yards and cleared the men when, as General Anderson, who commanded the Pennsylvania reserves we were fighting afterwards told me, three thousand shots were fired at me, all at once. LIEUTENANT-COLONEL C. B. CHRISTIAN WOUNDED AND CAPTURED. One of the first struck me between my ear and head, but was turned out by a double gold cord around my hat, cutting off a small piece of my ear, and while falling I was shot through both shoulders, but fell in a deep water furrow, which saved me from being riddled. I had already been shot in the throat. Later they threw out a line of skirmishers: these advanced to where I lay--a sandy haired fellow leveled his gun at me and ordered me up. I told him I was wounded and perhaps bleeding to death. He gazed at me an instant and soliloquized: "What a likely fellow! What a pity! What a pity!" and moved on a few yards, when a shot from the woods fatally wounded him. He came staggering back, crying, "Johnny Reb, please kill me"--fell a few yards off crying out with pain--got up and staggered a few yards further--fell and was hushed in death. The skirmish line then retired into the trenches until after dark, when they covered the ground and commenced removing the wounded. GENEROUS CONDUCT OF THE ENEMY. The enemy treated me with great consideration and kindness, I was the ranking living officer of the brigade they had to deal with. General Anderson (I think that was the officer's name) who commanded the Pennsylvania reserves, whom we fought, had me carried on a stretcher to his headquarters, administered whiskey to me with his own hands as I was cold and chilly--offered me something to eat--gave directions that I was to have special medical attention and said that "I and every man I had, should be well treated--that he had never seen men come up at a 'right-shoulder shift arms' and meet death like mine did before." He asked me specially about the "red-cap" "color bearer," whose taking off he saw. The next morning I was taken to a field hospital in the beautiful yard of Dr. Brockenbrough, the brother of my old friend, Judge John W. Brockenbrough, and his tiny little girl bravely came into the enemy's tent with the maimed and dying and fed with a spoon her fallen defender. (God bless her!) All of their ambulances being engaged hauling their own wounded to the "White House" for shipment North, they fitted up a spring wagon drawn by four horses, by filling the body with pine tags, specially for me alone, and detailed one of my own men, slightly wounded, to wait on me. On my arrival at the wharf, while waiting, my three officers--Captain Stratton, Lieutenant Reid, and Lieutenant Anderson (under guard) found me in wagon. I made one of the "Sanitary Commission," constantly passing dispensing every known delicacy to eat and to drink, to their wounded, give them a drink of French brandy, and the driver fill their haversacks from the barrel of provisions in the wagon. I never saw but one of them again. IN WASHINGTON, HEARING EARLEY'S GUNS ON THE SUBURBS. I was shipped hence to Lincoln Hospital, Washington, D.C. While lying on my cot afterwards I could hear the boom of General Early's guns around the walls of the city, after having chased Hunter down the valley from Lynchburg, and I heard the Yankees say, "I believe the rebels will get in in spite of us." AT FORT DELAWARE AND AT MORRIS ISLAND WITH THE SIX HUNDRED. After weary months in Washington, during which time I was shown many kindnesses and attentions from Southern sympathizers, I was carried to Fort Delaware prison. After a lapse of some time I was drawn in with the lot of six hundred officers to be carried to "Morris Island," to be placed under the fire of our own guns at Charleston. We were crowded into the dark hole of the vessel, only equalled by the "Black Hole of Calcutta," and packed on shelves like goods in a store, without any light or air, except that driven down a shaft by wind-sails. On our arrival at our destination we were put in a "stockade pen," between "Fort Wagner and Fort Gregg," and guarded by a negro regiment. For forty-five days we sat upon the sands and witnessed the burning fuses from bombs larger than nail kegs continuously fired night and day by our men at the forts. If they overshot the one or undershot the other they'd hit us. But that God that marks even the sparrow's fall, protected us. On the eve of our leaving for "Hilton Head," the negroes on guard fired into some of us. I saw three fall either killed or wounded; they were hurriedly moved out. I never learned their fate. On our arrival in "Port Royal Harbor," we cast anchor eight miles out from shore. Three of our number got the cabin maid to steal them life preservers from the cabins and quietly slid overboard where sharks were as thick as minnows. Two were exhausted from thirst and lack of food and were captured on Pinkney Island, the third reached Charleston. The six hundred officers were now divided--three hundred were confined in Fort Pulaski and three hundred at Hilton Head. UNDER "RETALIATION" AND LIVING ON CATS. We had "jumped out of the frying pan into the fire." We were all put under what they called "retaliation," for forty-five days. They claimed that we starved their prisoners at Andersonville (not having much to feed them, as they had cut our lines and refused to exchange), and with all their Christianity and philanthropy they held it was right for them to starve us as a vicarious punishment for the sins of others. They gave us absolutely nothing at all to eat for forty-five days but a little rotten cornmeal filled bugs, without salt or anyway to cook it. Our comrades were dying by squads daily, the dead house was filled all the time with corpses. Scores of cats would enter through holes and prey upon the dead. Some of us would put bags over the holes through which the cats entered, and some would go in with clubs, and soon we would have a full supply of cats. They were eaten ravenously by the starving officers, as Lieutenant Peary's men ate their comrades. At last we were ordered back to Fort Delaware. The remnant of the six hundred left that Yankee hell, where Southern braves cried for bread and fed on cats, gorged with the corpses of their dead comrades. We reached Fort Delaware a short time before the surrender. One morning I was aroused by a familiar "rebel yell"--looked out and saw the flags drooping at half mast and heard that Booth had killed Lincoln. Soon all privates and line officers were paroled, and sixty field officers were held in prison until August. THE OLD BRIGADE, WHOSE REGIMENT FURNISHED EARLY, WILLIAM SMITH, A. P. HILL, J. A. WALKER AND J. B. TERRILL. In conclusion I will say that some years ago Captain James Bumgardner, of Staunton, who was an officer in the Fifty-second Virginia Regiment, next on the left of the Forty-ninth, told me that his regiment also had only three officers and eighteen men left. Thus and there at Bethesda Church well nigh perished one of the grandest corps of men the world has ever known--made up of the best young blood of Virginia, fighting for their "Lares and Penates;"--their exploits would brighten the fairest names upon the roll of Battle Abbey, and vie with the knightliest of any age. A brigade that had been led to victory by General Early on a hundred battle-fields; that had swept everything before it like a tornado; a brigade under whose flag you had fought and bled; a brigade that had furnished to the Confederacy four or five generals: Early, William Smith, A. P. Hill, J. A. Walker and J. B. Terrill (whose commission was on his way to him when he fell), thus to be slaughtered. The absent wounded returned; the ranks were recruited by conscriptions, but this historic old Fourth Virginia Brigade died then and there at Bethesda Church.
Your friend and comrade,
C. B. Christian
Walker's Ford, Amherst Co., Va
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