CAMP OF THE 2D MASS., CITY HALL SQUAREl ATLANTA. FROM A WAR-TIME PHOTOGRAPH.

MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA AND THE CAROLINAS.

BY DANIEL OAKEY, CAPTAIN, 2D MASSACHUSETTS VOLUNTEERS.

To us of the Twelfth Corps who had gone Westwith the Eleventh Corps from the Army of the

Potomac, the distant thunder of "the battle of theclouds" was the first sound of conflict iu the newfield. Some of our "Potomac airs," which hadearned us the name of "Kid gloves and paper col­lars," ~ began to wear away as we better under­stood the important work to be done by the greatarmy organizing around us, and of which we wereto form a considerable part. A most interestingfeature of these preparations was the reenlistmentof the old three-years regiments. The two Potomaccorps were consolidated, and we of the Twelfthwho wore "the bloody star" were apprehensivelest different insignia should be adopted; but thestar became the badge of the new (Twentieth)corps, the crescent men amiably dropping theirTurkish emblem.

General H. W. Slocum, who had commanded theTwelfth so long, was assigned to commandat Vicks­burg, but was recalled to succeed Hooker in thecommand of the Twentieth Corps when toward theend of August, 1864, Hooker a~ked to be relievedbecause Hovyard, who was his junior, had beenplaced at the head of the Army of the Tennesseeto fill the vacancy made by the death of McPhersonat Atlanta. This temporary separation from ourcommander was hard, as all will remember whocrowded to his headquarters on the evening of April7th, 1864. But the sorrow of the hour was dispelledby the generous hospitality of his staff and his in­dulgent order to waive all rank for the oCClasion.

We observed in the Western troops an air of in-

dependence hardly consistent with the nicestdiscipline; but this quality appeared to some pUr­pose at the battle of Resaca, where we saw ourWesteru companions deliberately leave the line,retire out of range, clean their guns, pick up ammu­nition from the wounded, and return again to thefight. This cool self-reliance excited our admira­tion. On we wEmt in a campaign of continualskirmishes and battles that ended in the captureof Atlanta. The morale of the troops had beenvisibly improved by this successful campaign.

On my way to army headquarters at Atlanta tocall upon a staff friend, I met General Sherman,who acknowledged my salute with a familiar"How do you do, Captain." Scrutinizing the in­signia on my cap, he continued, "Second Massa­chusetts f Ah, yes, I know your regiment; youhave very fine parades over there in the park."

Sherman could be easily approached by any ofhis soldiers, but no one could Vl'nture to be fa­miliar. His uniform coat, usually wide open atthe throat, displayed a not very military blackcravat and linen collar, and he generally wore lowshoes and one spur. On the march he rode witheach column in turn, and often with no largerescort than a single staff-officer and an orderly.In passing us on the march he acknowledged oursalutatious as if he knew us all, but hadn't time tostop. On" the march to the sea" a soldier calledout to Sherman, "Uncle Billy, I guess Grant'swaiting for us at Richmond." Sherman's acquaint­ance among his officers was remarkable, and ofgreat advantage, for he learned the character of

~ The Twelfth Corps of the Army of the Potomac was division, and Banks was Its first commander. Mansfieldnamed" Kid gloves and paper collars" by tIle Fonr- comml1ndcd the corps at Antietam, where he was killedteenth Corps of the Western Army owing to the careful and was succeeded by Slocum. The corps had as sullordi­discipline of the TwelftIl Corps. It was ori¢nally the nate commanders such wen as A. S. Williltlns, Charles S.Fifth Corps (March, 1862), then it hecame the Second Hamilton, JohnW. Geary, GeorgeH. Gordon, Ruger, An­Corps, Army of Virginia (June, 1862), then the Twelfth drews. William Hawley, and the discipline they impartedCorps (September, 1862), The basis of it was Banks's old continned to the end and affected other troops.-D. O.

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.every command, even of regiments, and could as­sign officers to special duties, with knowledge ofthose who were to fill the vacancies so made. Thearmy appreciated these personal relations, andevery man felt in a certain sense that Shermanhad his eye on him.

Befure the middle of November, 1864, the in­habitants of Atlanta, by Sherman's orders, had leftthe place. Serious preparations were making forthe march to the sea. Nothing was to be left forthe use or advantage of the enemy. The sick weresent back to Chattanooga and Nashville, along withevery pound of baggage that could be dispensedwitb. The army was reduced, one might say, toits fighting weight, no man being retained whowas not capable of a long march. Our communica­tions were tben abandoned .by destroying the rail­road and telegraph. There was something in­tensely exciting in this perfect isolation.

The engineers had peremptory orders to avoidany injury to dwellings, but to apply gunpowderand the torch to public buildings, machine-sbops,depots, and arsenals. Sixty th~sand of us wit­nessed the destruction of Atlanta, wbile our postband and that of the 33d Massachusetts playedmartial airs and operatic selections. It was anight never to be forgotten. Our regular routinewas a mere form, and there could be no "taps"amid tbe brilliant glare and excitement.

The throwing away of superfluous conveniencesbegan at daybreak. The old campaigner knowswhat to carry and what to tbrow away. Eachgroup of messmates decided wbich hatchet, stew­pan, or coffee-pot should be taken. The singlewagon allowed to a battalion carried scarcely morethan a grip-sack and blanket, and a bit of sheltertent about the size of a large towel, for each officer,and only such other material as was necessary forregimental business. Transportation was reducedto a minimum, and fast marching was to be theorder of the day. Wagons to carry tbe necessaryammunition in the contingency of a battle, and afew days' rations in case of absolute .need, com7posed the train of each army corps, and with onewagon and one ambuHmce for each regiment madevery respectable" impedimenta," averaging abouteight hundred wagons to a corps.

At last came the familiar" Fall in"; tbe great"flying column" was on the march, and the lastregiment in Atlanta turned its back upon thesmoking ruins. Our left wing (tbe Fourteenthand Twentieth corps under Slocum) seemed tothreaten Macon, wbile the right wing (tbe Fif­teenth and Seventeenth corps under Howard) bentits course as if for {\ugusta. Skirmisbers were inadvance, flankers were out, and foraging partieswere ahead gathering snpplies from tbe rich planta­tions. We were all old campaigners, so that abrusb with the militia now and then or withHardee's troops made no unusual delay; andWheeler's cavalry was soon disposed of. We wereexpected to make fifteen miles a day; to corduroythe roads where necessary; to destroy such prop­erty as was designated by our corps commander,and to consume everything eatable by man or beast.

Milledgeville proved to be Sherman's first objec-

tive, and both wings came witbin less than sup­porting distance in and around the capital of theState. Our colored friends, who flocked to us inembarrassing numbers, told many stories aboutthe fear and flight of the inhabitants at the ap­proach of Sherman.

Cock-fighting became oue of the pastimes of tbe"flying colutnn." Many fine birds' were brougbtin by our foragers. Those found deficient in cour­age and skill quickly went to tbe stew-pan incompany with the modest barn-yard fowl, butthos~ of redoubtable valor won an honored placeand name, and were to be seen riding proudly ontbe front seat of an artillery caisson,. or carriedtenderly under the arm of an infantry soldier.

Our next objective was Savannah. Hazen'scapture of Fort McAllister opened the gates ofthat beautiful city, wbile Hardee managed toescape with his little army; and Sherman, in aratber facetious dispatch, presented tbe city toMr. Lincoln as a Christmas gift. Flusbed with thesuccess of our march, we settled down for a rest.Our uniforms were the worse for weal', but thearmy was in fine condition and fully prepared forthe serious work ahead.

In the middle of December in the neighborhoodof Savannah, after Hardee's troops had nearlyexhausted the country, which was now mainlyunder water, there was little opportunity for theforagers to exercise tbeir talents, and some of themreturned to the ranks. The troops bivouackedbere and there in comparatively dry spots, wbilepicket duty had to be performed at many points inthe water. In going from Sister's Ferry to Rob­ertsville, where my regiment was in bivouac, Iwaded for a mile and a half in water knee-deep.At Purysburg the pickets were all afloat in boatsand scows and on rafts, and the crestfallen fora­gers brought in nothing but rice, which becameunpalatable when served three times a day forsuccessive weeks. At length, when we left Savan­nah and launched cheerily into the untrodden landof South Carolina, the foragers began to assump.their wonted spirit. We were proud of our foragers.They constituted a picked force from each regi­ment, under an officer selected for the command,and were remarkable for intelligence, spirit, anddaring. Before daylight, mounted on borses cap­tured on the plantations, they were in the saddleand away, covering the country sometimes sevenmiles in advance. Although I have said" in thesaddle," many a forager had nothing better than abit of carpet and a rope halter; yet this simplicityof equipment did not abate his power of carryingoff hams and sweet-potatoes in the face of theenemy. The foragers were also import.ant as a sortof advance guard, for they formed virtually a cur­tain of mounted infantry screening ns from theinqnisitive eyes of parties of Wheeler's cavalry,with whom they did not hesitate to engage whenit was a question of a rich plantation.

When compelled to retire, they resorted to allthe tricks of infantry skirmishers, and summonedreenforcements of foragers from other regimentsto help drive the" Johnnies" out. When successcrowned their efforts, the plantation was promptly

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DESTROYING A RAILROAD.

stripped of live stock and eatables. The nativeswere accustomed to bury provisions, for they fearedtheir own soldiers quite as much as they fearedours. These subterranean stores were readilydiscovered by the practiced" Yankee" eye. Theappearance of the ground and a little probing witha ramrod or a bayonet soon decided whether to"dig. Teams were improvised; carts and vehiclesof all sorts were pressed into the service andloaded with provisions. If any antiquated militiauniforms were discovered, they were promptlydonned, and a comical procession escorted thevaluable train of booty to the point where thebrigade was expected to bivouac for the night.The regimentals of the past, even to those ofrevolutionary times, were often conspicuous.

AMONG THE GEORGIA PINES.

On an occasion when our brigade hadthe advance, several parties of foragers,consolidating themselves, captured a townfrom the en"emy's cavalry, and occupiedthe neighboring plantations. Before thearrival of the main column hostilities hadceased; order had been restored, and mockarrangements were made to receive thearmy. Our regiment in the advance wasconfronted by a picket dressed in conti­nental uniform, who waved his plumed hatin response to the gibes of the men, andgalloped away on his bareback mule toapprise his comrades of our approach. Wemarched into the town and rested on eachside of the main st,reet. Presently a fora­ger, in ancient militia uniform indicatinghigh rank, debouched from a side streetto do the honors of the occasion. He wasmounted on a raw-boned horse with a bit

of carpet for a saddle. His old plumed chapeau inhand, he rode with gracions dignity through thestreet, as if reviewing the brigade. After himcame a family carriage laden with hams, sweet­potatoes, and other provisions, and drawn by twohorses, a mule, and a cow, the two latter riddenby postilions.

At Fayetteville, North Carolina, the foragers asusual had been over the ground several hours be­fore the heads of column arrived, and the partyfrom my regiment had found a broken-down grist­mill. Their commander, Captain Parker, an offi­cer of great spirit and efficiency, and an expertmachinist, had the old wheel hoisted into its placeand put the mill in working order. Several par­ties from other regiments had been admitted as

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working members, and teams of all sorts were busycollecting and bringing in corn and carrying awaymeal for distribntion. This bit of enterprise was sopleasing to the troops that plenty of volunteerswere ready to relieve the Qifferent gangs, and thedemand was so great as to keep the mill at workall night by the light of pine-knot fu'es and torches.

The march through Georgia has been called agrand military promenade, all novelty and excite­ment. But its moral effect on friend and foe wasimmense. It proved our ability to lay open the

heart of the Confederacy, and left the question ofwhat we might do next a matter of donbt andterror. It served also as a preliminary trainingfor the arduous campaign to come. Our work WftS

incomplete while the Carolinas, except at a fewpoints on the sea-coast, had not felt the l'ough con­tact of war. But their swamps and rivers, swollenand spread into lakes by winter floods, presentedobstructions almost impracticable to an invadingarmy, if opposed by even a very inferior force.

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involved exposure and indefatigable exertion. Tosucceed, our forward movement had to be con­tinuous, for even the most productive regionswould soon be exhausted by 0UI' 60,000 men andmore, and 13,000 animals.

Although we were fully prepared, with our greattrains of ammunition, to fight a pitched battle, ourmission was no~to figbt, butto consume and destroy.Our inabili~y to care properly for the wounded,who must necessarily be carried along painfully injol ting ambulances to die on the way from exhaus­tion and exposmoe, was an additional and veryserious reason for avoiding collision with theenemy. But where he could not be evaded, hisvery presence across our path increased the ve­locity of our flying column. We repelled him by adecisive blow and without losing our momentum.

The beginning of our march in Soutb Carolinawas pleasant, the weather favorable, and thecountry productive. Sometimes at the middayhalt a stray pig that had cunningly evaded theforagers would venture forth in the belief of hav­ing escaped "the cruel war," and would find hiserror, alas! too late, by encountering our column.Iustantly an armed mob would set upon him, andhis piercing shrieks would melt away in thescramble for fresh pork. But the midday sport ofthe main column and the happy life of the foragerwere sadly interrupted. Tbe sun grew dim, and therain came and continued. ·A few of our excellentforagers were reported captured by Wheeler's cav­alry, while we sank deeper and deeper in the mudas we approached the Salkeha~chieSwamp, whichlay b,etween us aud the Charleston and Augustarailroad. As the heads of column came up, eachcommand kuew what it had to do. Generals Mowerand G. A. Smith got their divisions across byswimming, wading, and floating, and effectedlodgments in spite of the enemy's fire. An over­whelming mass of drenched and muddy veteransswept away the enemy, while the rest of our forcegot the trains and artillery over by corduroying,pontooning, and bridging. It seemed a grand day'swork to have accomplished, as we sank down thatnight in our miry bivouac. The gallant GeneralWager Swayne lost his leg in this Salkehatchie en­counter. Luckily for him and, others we were notyet too far from our friends to send the woundedback, with a strong escort, to Pocotaligo.

We destroyed about forty miles of the Charlestonand Augusta railroad, and, by threatening pointsbeyond the 'route we intended to take, we deludedthe enemy into concentrating at Augusta and otherplaces, while we marched rapidly away, leaving himwell behind, and nothing but Wade Hampton's cav­alry, and the more formidable obstacle of tbe SaludaRiver and its swamps, between us and Columbia,our next objective. As the route of our columnlay west of Columbia, I saw nothing of tbe oft-de­scribed and mucb-discussed burning of ~bat city.

During the basty removal of the Union prisonersfrom Columbia two Massachusetts officers managedto make their escape. Exhausted and almostnaked, they found their way to my command. Mymess begged for the privilege of caring for one ofthem. We gave him a mule to ride with a com-

fortable saddle, and scraped together an outfit forhim, although OUl' clothes were in the last stages.Our guest found the mess luxurious, as he sat downwith us at the edge of a rubber blanket spreadupon the ground for a table-cloth, andset with tincups and platters. Stewed fighting-cock and bitsof fried till'key were followed by fried corn-mealand sorghum. Then came our coffee and pipes,and WI} lay down by a roaring fire of pine-knots,to hear our guest's story of life in a rebel prison.Before daybreak the tramp of horses reminded usthat our foragers were sallying forth. The red lightfrom the countless camp-fires melted away as thedawn stole over the horizon, casting its wonderfulgradations of liglit and color over the masses ofsleeping soldiers, while the smoke from burningpiue-knots befogged the ehilly morning air. Thenthe bugles broke the impressive stillness, and theroll of drums was heard on all sides. Soon the scenewas alive with blue coats and the hubbub of 1'011­

calling, cooking, and running for water to thenearest spring or stream. The surgeons lookedto the sick and footsore, and weeded from the am­bulances those who no longer needed to ride.

It was not uncommon to hear shots at the headof the column. The fomgers would come tum­bling back, and ride alongside the regiment, addingto the noisy talk their account of what they hadseen, and dividing among their comrades suchthings as they had managed to bring away in theirnarrow escape from capture. A staff-officer wouldgallop down the roadside like a man who had for­gotten something which must be recovered in ahUlTy. At the sound of the colonel's ringing voice,silence was instant and absolute. Sabers flashedfrom their scabbards, the men brought their gunsto the" carry," and the battalion swung into lineat the roadside; cats, fighting-cocks, and frying­panspassed to the rear rank; officers and sergeantsbuzzed round their companies to see that the gunswere loaded and the men ready for action. Thecolor-sergeant loosened the water-proof cover ofthe battle-flag, a battery of artillery flew past on itsway to the, front, following the returning staff-offi­cer, and we soon heard the familiar bang of shells.Perhaps it did not amount to much after all, andwe were soon swinging into "route step" again.

At times when suffering from thirst it was hardto resist the temptation of crystal swamp water,as it rippled along the side of a causeway, a tempt­ing sight for the weary and unwary. In spite ofoft-repeated cantions, some contrived to drink it,hut these were on their backs with malarial dis­ease at the end of the campaign, if not sooner.

After passing Columbia there was a brief seasonof famine. The foragers worked hard, but foundnothing. They made amends, however, in a dayor two, bringing in the familiar corn-meal, sweet-

'potatoes, and bacon.We marched into Cheraw with music and with

colors flying. Stacking arms in the main street,we proceeded to supper, while the engineers laidthe pontoons across the Pedee River. The railingof the town pump, and the remains of a buggy, saidto belong to Mr. Lincoln's brother-in-law, Dr. Todd,were quickly reduced to kindling-wood to boil the

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THE STORMING 01<' THE LITTLE SALKEHATCHIE RIVER BY WEVER'S BRIGADE OF THEFIFTEENTH CORPS. FROM A WAR-TIME SKETCH.

The effect of these peculiar watch-fires on everyside, several feet above the ground, with flameslicking their way up the tall trunks, was peculiarlystriking and beautiful. But it was sad to see thiswanton destruction of property, which, like thefiring of the resin pits, was the work of" bummers,"who were marauding through the country com­mitting every sort of outrage. There was norestraint except with the column or the regularfomging parties. We had no communications,and could have no safeguards. The country wasnecessarily left t.o take care of itself, and becamea "hawling wast,e." The" coffee-coolers" of theArmy of the Potomac were archangels comparedto our "bu=ers," who often fell to the tendermercies of Wheeler's cavalry, and were neverheard of again, earning a fate richly deserved.

On arriving within easy distance of the CapeFear River, where we expected to communicatewith the navy, detachments were sent in rapidadvance to secure Fayetteville. Our division, aftera hard day of corduroying in.various spots over adistance of twelve miles, went into camp for sup­per, and then, takin~ the pl~nk-roadfor Fayette­ville, made a moonlight march of nine miles inthree hours, but our friends from the right wingarrived there before us.

Hardee retired to a good position at Averys­boro', where Kilpatrick found him intrenchedand too strong fot· the cavalry to handle unas­sisted. It was the turn of our brigade to do specialduty, so at about 8 o'clock in the evening we wereordered to join the cavalry. We were not quite

sure it rained, but everything was dripping. Themen furnished themselves with pine-knots, and ourweapons glistened in the torch-light, a cloud ofblack smoke from the torches floating' back overour heads. The regimental wits were as ready asever, and amid a flow of lively badinage we toiledon through the mud.

When the column was halted for a few minutesto give us an opportunity of drawin~ breath, Ifound Sergeant Johnson with one arm in the mudup to the elbow. He explained that he was tryingto find his shoe. We floundered on for five miles,and relieved a brigade of Kilpatrick's men whomwe found in some damp woods. There was a com­fort in Clustering round their camp-fires, whilethey retired into outer darkness to prepare for themorning attack. But the cavalry fireside'was onlya temporary refuge from the storm, for we also hadto depart into the impenetrable darkness beyond,to await in wet line of battle the unforeseen.Those who were exhausted sank down in the mudto sleep, while others speculated on the future.

The clear wintry dawn disclosed a long line ofblue-coats spread over the ground in motionlessgroups. This was the roaring torch-light brigadeof the night before. The orders "Fall in!" "For­ward!" in gruff tones broke upon the chilly air, andbrought us shivering to our feet. We moved tothe edge of the woods with the cavalry. TheskiI'mish line, under Captain J. 1. Grafton, had al­ready disappeared into the opposite belt of woods,and evidently were losmg no time in developingthe enemy and ascertaining his force. They were

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drawing his fire from all points, indicating a forcemore thaD double that of our brigade. Dismountedcavalry were now sent forward to prolong theskirmish-line. Captain Grafton was reportedb.adly wounded in the leg, but still commaDdingwith his usual coolness. Suddenly he appearedstaggering out of the wood into the open space inour front, bareheaded, his face buried in his hands,his saber hanging by the sword-knot from his wrist,one leg bound up with a handkerchief, his uniformcovered with blood; in a moment he fell towardthe colors. Officers clustered about him in silence,and a gloom spread through the brigade as wordpassed that Grafton was dead.

The main column was now arriving, and as thetroops filed off to the right and left of the road,and the field-guns galloped into battery, we movedforward to the attack. The enemy gave us a hotreception, which we returned with a storm of lead.It was a wretched place for a fight. At some pointswe had to support our wounded until they could becarried off, to prevent their falling into the swampwater, in which we stood ankle-deep. Here andthere a clump of thick growth in the black mudbroke the line as we advanced. No ordinarytroops were in eur front. They would not giveway until a division of Davis's corps was thrown

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upon their right, while we pressed them closely.As we passed over their dead and wounded, I cameupon the body.of a very young officer, whose hand­some, refined face attracted my attention. Whilethe line of battle swept past me I knelt at his sidefor a moment. His buttoDs bore the arms of SouthCarolina. Eviden tly we were fighting the Charles­ton chivalry. Sunset found us in bivouac on theGoldsboro' road, and Hardee in retreat.

As we trudged on toward Bentonville, distantsounds told plainly that the head of the colnmnwas engaged. We hurried to the front and wentinto action, connecting with Davis's corps. Littleopposition having been expected, the distancebetween Olll' wing and the right wing had beenallowed to increase beyond supporting distance inthe endeavor to find easier roads for marching aswell as for transporting the wounded. The scopeof this paper precludes a description of the battleof Bentonville, which was a combination of mis­takes, miscarriages, and hard fighting on both sides.It ended in Johnston's retreat, leaving open theroad to Goldsboro', where we arrived ragged' andalmost barefoot. While we were receiving lettersfrom home, getting new clothes, and taking ourregular doses of quinine, Lee and Johnston sur­rendered, and the great conflict came to an end.

SHERMAN'S "BUl\lllIERS" CAPTURIli/G ~'AYETTEVILLE COURT HOUSE, N. C.FROM A SKETCH MADE AT THE TIME.

THE FAILURE TO CAPTURE HARDEE.

BY ALEXANDER ROBERT CHISOLM, COLONEL, C. S. A.

W HEN General Sherman in his march across Here he lost an easy and brilliant opportunity toGeorgia had passed through Milledgeville, capture, with that city, Hardee's entire command

General Beauregard was hastily ordered from Mis- of about 10,000 men. In his" Memoirs" he writessissippi to Charleston, there to assume command (Vol. II., p. 204) thalt General Slocum wanted toof the department then commanded by General transfer a whole corps to the South Carolina baukHardee,"J who had urgently asked for his presence. of the Savannah River, the object being to cnt off

When he arrived b Charleston Sherman was Harde'e's retreat. At that time Hardee's only lineclose to Savannah, the end of his march to the sea. of retreat was at Screven's Ferry to a cau§eway,

JLieutenant-General W. J. Hardee was assigned to the command of the Department of South Carolina, Georgia,and Florida, on the 28th of September, 1864, succeeding MoDor-General Samuel Jones.-EDITORS.

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