our front, this artillery fire kept up for a while, then it stopped! The next
moment, there was an awful rush! From every quarter their infantry came pouring
on over the fields, and through the woods, yelling and firing, and coming at a
run. Their columns seemed unending! Enough people to sweep our thin lines from
the face of the earth! Up and down our battle line, the fierce musketry broke
out. To right and left it ran, crashing and rolling like the sound of a heavy
hail on a tin roof, magnified a thousand times, with the cannon pealing out in
the midst of it like claps of thunder. Our line, far as the eye could reach,
was ablaze with fire; and into that furious storm of death, the blue columns
were swiftly urging their way.
in our front one mass was advancing on us and we were hurling case-shot through
their ranks,—when, suddenly! glancing to the right, we saw another column,
which had rushed out of the woods on our right front, by the flank, almost upon
us, not forty-five yards outside our line. Instantly we turned our guns upon
them with double canister! Two or three shots doubled up the head of that
column. It resolved itself into a formless crowd, that still stood stubbornly
there, but could not get one step farther. And then, for three or four minutes,
at short pistol range, the infantry and our Napoleon guns tore them to pieces.
It was deadly, and bloody work! They were a helpless mob, now; a swarming
multitude of confused men! They were falling by scores, hundreds! The mass was
simply melting away under the fury of our fire. Then, they broke in panic, and
fearing to retreat under that deadly fire, dropped down behind the stumps near
our line, and when the others had gone, we ordered them to come in. Several
hundred prisoners were captured in this way. To show what our works were,—I saw
one tall fellow jump up from behind a stump, run to our work, and with “a hop,
skip, and a jump,” he leaped entirely over it, and landed inside our line. And
a foolish looking fellow he was, when he picked himself up!
as the enemy broke, Ben Lambert, “No. 1” at “4th” gun, was severely wounded, in
the right arm, just as he raised it to swab his gun. One of the boys took his
place, and the fire kept on.
great assault was over and had failed! Only ten or fifteen minutes was its fury
raging! In that ten minutes, thirteen thousand Federal soldiers lay stricken,
with death, or wounds. In those few moments, Grant lost nearly as many men as
the whole British Army lost in the entire battle of Waterloo.
William Mead Dane, of the First Company Richmond Howitzers writes---
Death of Captain
six o’clock, there fell the saddest loss, to the battery, that it had yet been
called to bear. Captain McCarthy stood up at the work to watch what was going
on in front. One moment, I saw him, standing there;—the next instant, I heard a
sharp crash, the familiar sound of a bullet striking, and McCarthy was lying,
flat on his back, and motionless. We jumped to his side! Nothing to be done! A
long bullet from a “globe sight” rifle had struck him, two inches over his
right eye, and crashed straight through his brain. He lay without motion two or
three minutes, then his chest rose, and fell, gently, once or twice, and he was
still, in death.
there, on that red field of war, with shells, and bullets whistling all about,
over his dead face, dropped the tears of brave men, who loved him well, and had
fought with and followed him long! We had seen his superb courage in battle;
his patient bearing of hardship, his unfaltering devotion to duty always; his
210] cordial comradeship! We knew him to be a soldier, every
inch, and a patriot to his heart’s core!
knew, and said, that among all her sons, Virginia had no braver son, than this
one, who had died for her. Sadly we lamented—“What shall we do, in battle, and
in camp, and on march, his form and face missing from among us?” There was not
a sadder group of hearts along that blood-drenched line that evening, than
ours, who bowed deeply sorrowing over the form of our dead captain. We took his
body in our arms, and bore it to where we could place it in an ambulance.
was sent to his home, and family, in Richmond, and buried in “Shockoe
Cemetery.” And now,—after thirty-two years have passed, we, the old
“Howitzers,” still carry the name of “Ned McCarthy” in our hearts! We keep his
memory green; we think of him, and rank him as a typical Confederate Soldier. One
who by his splendid courage and devotion shed luster upon the name.
stalwart form has gone to dust. The light of his bright, brave face has long
gone from our eyes; the soul-stirring war time—when we were with him—has long
passed away. The changes and chances of this mortal life have brought many
experiences to us who survived him. Our feet have wandered far, into many
paths. We have toiled, and thought, and suffered, and enjoyed much, in the long
years, since we last looked upon his form dead on the red field of[Pg
211] “Cold Harbor.” “The strong hours have conquered us” in many
things. But—the noble memory of this man! as a patriot and a hero!
that lives in our hearts! The hearts of his comrades who, with their own eyes,
saw him live and bear, and fight and die—for Virginia—and the South.
battle of Cold Harbor ended Grant’s direct advance on Richmond. He drew off in
confessed defeat and inability to go on—afterwards, he advanced by way of
Yankee depredations in King and Queen and King William.
A letter from a lady in King and Queen county to a friend in this
city gives additional particulars of the recent depredations of the
Yankees in that section.
With a view to the preservation of a record of their mode of conducting
warfare, we make some extracts: "The fifth Sunday in MayGrant's army
commenced passing through the county, crossing at Dunkirk.
For five days they were within two miles of us, near enough to see the
camp fires and hear the drums and music; but only four visited us, took
two mules and left.
Our neighbors did not fare so well.
Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Fauntleroy, Dr. Fauntleroy, Dr. Fleet and others were
robbed of everything with the exception of a few negroes.
Mr. Wm. Boulware's elegant residence they burned to the ground.
From Mr. John Fauntleroy in King William they took all his negroes, but
one child twelve months old, all his cattle, horses, sheep, corn, wheat,
bacon and fowls; and Mr. Boggs they treated worse, for, in addition to
the above they took his own, his wife's and children's clothing, and
broke up everything in the house.
They had a negro regiment encamped in old Mrs. Fauntleroy's yard.
Mrs. Sterling had to cook for some of the Yankees for two days, and they
were very insulting.
They took forty-five negroes from Mrs. Smith, and twenty-five from Tom
Fauntleroy.*** Grant's army moved on to the Chickahominy, and we were
left in fancied security for nearly two weeks; but last Thursday we
heard that Sheridan was at Newtown, making his way to the White House;
and on Fridayevening not less than eight hundred of his gang were here.
They broke in and took every piece of meat but ten, and four of those I
begged them for after they took them on their horses; took every horse
and mule on the place, seven in number; searched every room in the house
five or six times; took every ounce of butter, two barrels of flour,
all of our molasses and honey, and broke open the bee-hives; stole a
great many fowls, and actually took a hen off the nest that she had been
setting two weeks, and sucked the eggs!
Yesterday evening we saw the scenes of Friday again enacted.
Over a thousand were here, ransacking every hole and corner.
They took nearly all of our corn, but found little to eat. Out of the
two thousand I did not see more than two gentlemen.
The officers were no better than the privates, and some were very
I spoke my mind very freely to every one, feeling no fear, but gave them
word for word.
One said to me--"Don't you wish every d — n Yankee was in hell?" I told
him "Yes, provided they could not get to a worse place; but my opinion
was that hell was too good for them." He said "God had nothing to do
with them; that they had neither souls nor hearts."
____________________________________________________________________________ Thursday May 12 1864 It was around 4:30 in the morning when Hancock’s Union line opened its charge on the entrenched Confederates of Ewell’s corps. The sneak attack worked well, too--the Federals took some 4000 prisoners including two generals, and large numbers of artillery pieces, other arms and stands of colors. Wright attacked the Confederate left and the fighting went on until after midnight. Warren was supposed to attack the far left, but was late. This would not look good on his resume.
Andy Hall I’ve never ducked your questions and I hope you
won’t duck this one!
VA State Law / (§ 15.2-1812)
“it shall be unlawful
for the authorities of the locality, or any other person or persons, to disturb
or interfere with any monuments or memorials so erected, or to prevent its
citizens from taking proper measures and exercising proper means for the protection,
preservation and care of same. For purposes of this section, "disturb or
interfere with" includes removal of, damaging or defacing monuments or
memorials, or, in the case of the War Between the States, the placement of Union
markings or monuments on previously designated Confederate memorials
or the placement of Confederate markings or monuments on previously designated
Now then, I took this picture Saturday right behind the VMFA, and sure as shootin there is a Union Flag on the grounds of a Confederate memorial !
Whacha think Bubba ?
Is this a violation of the law ?
Now then, I fully expect a song and Dance.
Or perhaps you will give me the answer to a question I didn't ask !
The Balls in your court Bubba !
Ya ain't never shucked and jived me before, don't start now!