May 6, 1864 – Andrew Boyd Wounded in Wilderness

On May 6, 1864, Andrew Boyd — the youngest of the Boyd family — after a long overnight forced march entered into his first major action after entering the Confederate army… the Battle of the Wilderness.

On May 4, Grant’s army crossed the Rapidan River at Germania and Ely’s Fords. They began moving towards the turnpike coming out of Orange Court House and leading to Fredericksburg through the Wilderness. The first engagements began on May 5 along the turnpike and one mile away on the plank road. At nightfall both armies had held their own and halted hostilities for the night. Longstreet’s Corps, including Kershaw’s Brigade with the Seventh South Carolina, was not involved. They had received orders to march early that morning; having received reports of firing coming from the Confederate cavalry skirmishing with Grants army at the river fords along the Rapidan.

They marched all day along unused roads and through fields and thickets “taking every near cut possible” to reinforce their comrades in Ewell’s and Hill’s Corps. Pushing through barely pausing for a rest, they had marched twenty-eight miles by five o’clock in the afternoon. They stopped there with orders to march again at midnight. Here Daniel, Andrew and their friend James Alewine would have stretched out on the ground, not even bothering to pitch a tent, as did the rest of Kershaw’s men. They moved out promptly at midnight as ordered. In the dark they moved along “blind roads, overgrown by underbrush, through fields that had lain fallow for years, now studded with bushes and briars.” The men floundered and fell as they moved along, often wandering off the path and having to backtrack to find their way again. The exhausted troops reached the plank road at daybreak. From there they headed down the plank road. Kershaw’s Brigade took the lead with the Seventh S.C. being the third regiment in the line behind the Second and the Third. They marched at a quick pace for two miles down the plank road passing Hill’s Field Infirmary along the way. The wounded from the previous day’s battle were being treated. They prepared for battle here with forty rounds in their cartridge boxes and twenty more in their pockets.
Upon hearing firing of muskets, they picked up their steps and hastened to the crest of a small hill and deployed across the road. The Second S.C. set up on the left of the road and the Third S.C. on the right. The Seventh was positioned to the right of the Third. Kershaw’s Brigade with Wofford’s Brigade of Georgians forming to their right in the undergrowth beside the road had not fully formed into line of battle before “a perfect hail of bullets came flying overhead and through our ranks.” Heth’s and Wilcox’s battle weary men retreated through their lines. They had held on from the previous day’s fighting, nearly out of ammunition, lying on the battlefield waiting to be relieved. Under the impression that they would be relieved before daylight, they had not dug in or constructed breastworks as Ewell had. Now they were in a dangerous position. The enemy, however; had reformed their lines and thrown up breastworks that now lay two hundred yards to the front of the Boyd brothers and the other unsuspecting Confederates. Hancock ordered his Federal soldiers to advance at sunrise. After a feeble defense, Wilcox’s and Heth’s skirmish lines gave way and the Yankee forces broke through to Kershaw’s lines. The South Carolinians and Georgians were unprepared for this onslaught. Some were cooking a hasty breakfast, others were still asleep. Bullets flying all around, General Kershaw himself dashed to the front of the column. “[H]is eyes flashing fire, sitting his horse like a centaur – that surpurb style as Joe Kershaw only could,” Kershaw addressed his men saying, “Now my old brigade, I expect you to do your duty.” His men seemed greatly inspired and determined to not let their general down, knowing that his ascendency to major general commanding the division would be assured by their good performance.

Under a heavy fire they marched down a gentle slope into a withering fire from the enemy who was still concealed from their view. While men collapsed all about them, they were ordered to hold their fire. As they neared the bottom of the slope, Kershaw’s Confederates came into full view of the enemy, lying just forty yards ahead of them. The battle was on in full force now with Kershaw’s guns blazing away face to face against Hancock’s. New troops were being added to the fray to replace the fallen. “Men rolled and writhed in their last death struggle; wounded men groped their way to the rear, being blinded by the stifling smoke.” Many officers were killed or wounded. Colonel Franklin Gaillard, the commander of the Second and Colonel James D. Nance of the Third were both killed. Captain E. J. Goggans, commanding the Seventh was wounded as was Colonel John D. Kennedy, who was commanding Kershaw’s Brigade that day. The battle continued unabated, however. “It seemed for a time as if the whole Federal army was upon us – so thick and fast came the death dealing missles.” Kershaw’s ranks were being decimated by the fire, neither side backing down. To Kershaw’s right was Humphrey’s men and to their left were Hood’s old Texans. It was reported to General James Longstreet the “deadly throes of battle” in which Kershaw’s Brigade was engaged. To relieve this, Longstreet ordered a flanking movement against the enemy. Four brigades were ordered around to attack the left flank of Hancock’s men. Kershaw’s Brigade remained at the front of the enemy. Hancock’s men gradually began to retire and Kershaw’s Brigade was replaced at the front with Bratton’s (Jenkin’s old) Brigade. It was during this action that General Robert E. Lee moved up to personally lead Hood’s men into the battle. The flanking movement was succeeding and Hancock’s men were soon put to flight. Generals Longstreet, Kershaw and Micah Jenkins rode down the plank road with their staffs. Through the heavy smoke, a Virginia regiment attempting to cross the road to rejoin their brigade opened up on a Federal brigade just as Longstreet’s assembledge crossed between the two. General Jenkins was killed and General Longstreet fell seriously wounded. Several from their staffs were also killed or wounded.

Kershaw’s Brigade was credited by many for saving Lee’s army that day. Captain J. F. Caldwell of McGowan’s Brigade paid tribute to their actions: “Kershaw’s Brigade was extended across the road, and received the grand charge of the Federals. Members of that brigade have told me that the enemy rushed upon them at the double quick huzzahing loudly.” Wilcox’s and Heth’s brigades were plunged in disarray. “Yet Kershaw’s Brigade bore themselves with illustrious gallantry.” Not only did they have to deploy under fire, “but when they were formed, to force their way through crowds of flying men, and re-establish their lines. They met Grant’s legions, opened a cool and murderous fire upon them, and continued it so steadily and resolutely, that the latter were compelled to give back. Here I honestly believe the Army of Northern Virginia was saved!”

The brigade surgeon, Dr. Salmond, had established his field hospital near where the fighting had begun that morning. Kershaw’s biographer, Augustus Dickert – who was wounded in this battle himself – had this to say of the scene: “In the rear of a battlefield are scenes too sickening for sensitive eyes and ears. Here you see men, with leg shattered, pulling themselves to the rear by the strength of their arms alone, or exerting themselves to the utmost to get some place where they will be partially sheltered from the hail of bullets falling all around; men, with arms swinging helplessly by their sides, aiding some comrade worse crippled than themselves; others on the ground appealing for help, but are forced to remain on the field amid all the carnage going on around them, helpless and almost hopeless, until the battle is over, and if still alive, await their turn from the litter-bearers.” He says that the next day was devoted to burying the dead “and here lay the dead in greater numbers than it was ever my fortune to see, not even before the stone wall at Fredericksburg.”


Boys of Diamond Hill

Boys of Diamond Hill

The Military Writers Society of America Gold Medal for History 2012.

To read the entries thus far in the Sesquicentennial series for The Boys of Diamond Hill click here.

To learn more click on the “Diamond Hill” link at the top. To buy the book you may go to any major online retailer such as Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or you may buy it directly from McFarland Publishers. “The Boys of Diamond Hill” is also available for the Kindle.

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April 28, 1864, Daniel Boyd – We will have to go where the most fighting will be done

Daniel Boyd rejoined his brother Andrew in the camp for the 7th South Carolina on April 26, 1864. On the 28th he would write their father Robert Boyd from camp. He reports on the health of all the home town friends with the army in his camp. He says that they are within 20 miles of the enemy and speaks of speculation about the next battle which they will fight. Money is very scarce, but he says that goods to buy are even more rare.


Boys of Diamond Hill

Boys of Diamond Hill

The Military Writers Society of America Gold Medal for History 2012.

To read the entries thus far in the Sesquicentennial series for The Boys of Diamond Hill click here.

To learn more click on the “Diamond Hill” link at the top. To buy the book you may go to any major online retailer such as Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or you may buy it directly from McFarland Publishers. “The Boys of Diamond Hill” is also available for the Kindle.

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April 22, 1864, Andrew Boyd – Our country calls us and we must obey

On April 22, 1864, Andrew Boyd wrote a letter home to his father, Robert Boyd. Daniel had still not returned to the the Seventh S.C. which was camped at Gordonsville, Virginia. Andrew’s letter mentions being in camp with McGowan’s Brigade and seeing a great many of his friends there. He talks of having gone from Tennessee to Charlotte then on to Charlottesville, Virginia where they were met by the ladies of the town and the young girls from the college who came out to cheer them. Andrew notes that they are rough and weather-beaten looking fellows, “dirty and ragged,” but the women didn’t seem to mind. He notes that they will probably stay there in camp for another week or more “if Genl. Grant doesn’t rouse us up.” He also says that a few more weeks “will tell the news whether we shall be free or fight another year.”


Boys of Diamond Hill

Boys of Diamond Hill

The Military Writers Society of America Gold Medal for History 2012.

To read the entries thus far in the Sesquicentennial series for The Boys of Diamond Hill click here.

To learn more click on the “Diamond Hill” link at the top. To buy the book you may go to any major online retailer such as Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or you may buy it directly from McFarland Publishers. “The Boys of Diamond Hill” is also available for the Kindle.

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Unlikely Allies by Fetzer and Mowday

Unlikely Allies: Fort Delaware’s Prison Community in the Civil War
By Dale Fetzer and Bruce Mowday
Stackpole Books

Reviewed by Keith Jones

Unlikely Allies is a very thorough history of the famed POW camp on a tiny island in the Delaware River. It begins with the survey of the simple little mud flat known initially as “Pip Ash” Island by Pierre Charles L’Enfant, the famed first chief engineer of the United States Army. Pea Patch Island which had previously been used as a bird hunting preserve had value for its strategic location to protect the Delaware River from enemy invasion.

Skillfully crafted by Fetzer and writer and journalist, Mowday, this history tells the story of this important federal fort in a readable and accessible format. From the time that L’Enfant surveys and reports on the island through the scramble to outfit it as a full artillery battery and the erection of barracks for use as a busy prisoner of war camp. Fort Delaware quickly becomes a full operational community and one of the most famous northern POW camps of the war.

Being the commandant of a POW camp is a thankless and often no-win proposition. The authors do an excellent job of covering the commanders and the various military outfits and their key officers who manned the fort. In every case most of the men would have preferred other duty. This tiny island would be home to many famous guests throughout the war. Not only were there high ranking Confederate officers, but one of the primary uses of the prison was for “prisoners of state.” That is the political prisoners confined there for a number of infractions in the north deemed to be treason. Some of these were as blatant as spying or colluding to commit actual acts of insurrection, but most were for less overt actions. These were among the thousands imprisoned for the duration of the war without charges or due process for actions like writing newspaper editorials critical of the Lincoln administration or members of state legislatures casting votes the federal government deemed damaging to their position.

If you have ever wondered about the role played by Fort Delaware or just wanted to go behind the scenes of a northern POW camp, Fetzer and Mowday do an excellent job of taking you there.

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My Heritage in Hollywood Cemetery – Part 2

Hollywood PyramidIn part 1 of this post, I related the story about my 3x great uncle, Sgt. James V. Jones, Jr. who was mortally wounded at the Battle of Frazier’s Farm.  He lay beneath the soil in Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond for eight months before his remains were moved to South Carolina.  In this post I will write about two of my great great uncles who were also buried there, but were never returned home.

T. J. Hudson's Grave

This flag is planted in the approximate spot of Thos. J. Hudson’s grave.

Thomas Jefferson Hudson was a member of Company C, 15th Georgia Infantry known as the Fireside Guards.  His only records relate to his death on September 18, 1861 at the age of 18 from typhoid fever.  While it does not indicate when he joined the army, he was most likely with the Fireside Guards at the time of their organization on July 15, 1861 in Athens, Georgia.  His death came at Camp Pine Creek shortly after the 15th had been transferred to Virginia.  The company was still under the command of the first officer elected to the top post, Captain Luther H. O. Martin.  With the 15th under the overall command of Colonel Thomas W. Thomas.  At the point of his death, the 15th Georgia had yet to see battle.  Men were dying without their enemy having to fire a shot.

It appears that John C. Hudson's grave lies beneath this holly tree.

It appears that John C. Hudson’s grave lies beneath this holly tree.

His older brother, John Christopher Hudson, enlisted March 4, 1862 at the age of 25.  He would die in the Winder Hospital July 7, 1862, just four months after his enlistment of “Chills and intermittent fever.”  During his time in the army, the 15th was involved in battle around Yorktown and in the Seven Days Battles, however; it is unclear whether John C. Hudson was ever well enough to participate in any of these actions.  His records indicate that he was ill for most of his enlistment leading up to his death.  At the time of his death, J. C. Hudson had one daughter who was little more than an infant at home and his 17 year old widow was pregnant with their second child, another daughter.  Like that of his younger brother, J. C. Hudson’s grave is unmarked.  Tracking it down to the approximate spot indicates that his mortal remains lie beneath the trunk of a holly tree.

Of the six sons of Madison Hudson, five of them served in the Confederate army.  Their eldest brother, Dr. David Hudson, ended the war at Appomattox as the Captain of the Fireside Guards and Sgt. James Madison Hudson was also part of the surrender at Appomattox.  The youngest son, my great grandfather, was too young for service, but the second youngest, William A. C. Hudson was captured near Petersburg and spent ten months at Point Lookout POW camp in Maryland.

John and Thomas were the only ones to not survive the war.  Although the other three Hudsons went on to face heavy action, it appears likely that John and Thomas were sacrificed for their country without either having fired a single shot.

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My Heritage in Hollywood Cemetery – Part 1

James V. Jones - HollywoodOn my recent trip to Richmond, Virginia, I finally had a chance to hunt down the graves of my family members buried there. I had been there once before, but that time I didn’t have much time and had not chased down the plot numbers. I have two of my great great uncles buried there and one 3x great uncle from a different line who was buried there for seven months before my great great grandfather took his remains home to South Carolina.

James V. Jones, Jr. was the Color Sergeant for the Second South Carolina Rifles. While bearing the flag across the field at Frazier’s Farm on June 30, 1862, James was struck in the ankle. According to “Traditions and History of Anderson County” by Louise Ayer Vandiver, James and his life long best friend, T. H. Williams (I have not been able to figure out from the records exactly who this was), had quarreled some months before and not spoken since. As James faltered under his wound:

“Williams saw one of the color bearers reel; without hesitation he sprang forward and seized the flag, and upholding its bearer, fought his way to a place of safety.  Weak from wounds that he himself had received, he dropped his burden and looked for the first time at the face that had been resting on his shoulder… Jones raised his weak hand which was taken by his former playmate.  The sorely wounded man was taken to a hospital where his early friend remained beside him until the end…”

The end came July 15, 1862.  The 21 year old soldier would be buried there at Hollywood Cemetery and would remain until 9:00 am March 17, 1863 when his brother (my great great grandfather) Lt. William Jones would, with the assistance of a man named A. C. Moore he had hired for $40, “take up” James, repack and deliver him to the Petersburg Depot.  It was on this ground that William spoke of when he later wrote these words in his diary:

“… The coffin was full of water I expected he wold smell badly tho there was no smell scarsley I opened the coffen & looked at him tho there was no resemblance of him if I did not know where I put him I wold not knowed him by opening the coffen I had forgotten which leg was cut off was the reason why I opened the coffen it was his left one he had pretty much fallen to pieces …”

 As this post has grown longer than I expected, I will continue in part 2 about my great great uncles, John Christopher Hudson and Thomas Jefferson Hudson of the 15th Georgia whose remains rest there today in currently unmarked plots.

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Boys of Diamond Hill 150 Years Ago

I have fallen a bit behind on my Sesquicentennial series for the Boys of Diamond Hill. Here are three things that happened 150 years ago this year.

On February 10, 1864, the Boyd family’s participation in the Confederate army became complete with the enlistment of seventeen year old Andrew Boyd. Daniel Boyd wrote a letter to their father on February 16 from Bristol, Tennessee. They were enroute to the camp of the Seventh South Carolina in winter quarters in New Market, Tennessee. Daniel was just making his return to duty following his recovery from his wounds at Gettysburg. Now out of a large family of men, Daniel and Andrew were the last two. They arrived in camp on February 18 and Daniel wrote his father again on the 21st. He reports that the deserters from the army “They ar a shooting them every weak or too.”

On March 17, 1864, Andrew wrote the first surviving letter of his in the collection. Daniel had been granted another furlough. Andrew reports that his unit had marched within four or five miles of Bulls Gap, Tennessee the previous Monday where they expected to give battle. Upon their arrival, however; the enemy quickly left denying them the expected confrontation.


Boys of Diamond Hill

Boys of Diamond Hill

The Military Writers Society of America Gold Medal for History 2012.

To read the entries thus far in the Sesquicentennial series for The Boys of Diamond Hill click here.

To learn more click on the “Diamond Hill” link at the top. To buy the book you may go to any major online retailer such as Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or you may buy it directly from McFarland Publishers. “The Boys of Diamond Hill” is also available for the Kindle.

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Book review: The true story of Andersonville prison : a defense of Major Henry Wirz (1908)

James Madison PageThe true story of Andersonville prison : a defense of Major Henry Wirz (1908)
By James Madison Page (6th Michigan Cavalry)

Reviewed by Keith Jones

I suppose some people just can’t be bought. Such appears to be the case with Lt. James Madison Page, formerly a sergeant in the 6th Michigan Cavalry in that little dust-up popularly called by the misnomer, “Civil War.” He wrote his remembrances forty years after being an inmate at one of the worst places on planet Earth to have spent the year of 1864… and that applies whether you were an inmate or a guard, or for that matter the commandant.

You see, there is in human nature the tendency to not want to deal with anything more complicated than can be boiled down to one scapegoat. Such as blaming all the sins in American history on the Southern white male Christian – particularly those who participated in the Confederate army or government – and all the suffering in Camp Sumter at Andersonville on Major Henry Wirz. By doing this, all the rest are rescued from having to examine their own flawed souls. In the case of Andersonville, this saves Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton and the federal government from the part they played by halting the prisoner exchanges. It saves the prison gangs that preyed on the weak among their own people – beating, robbing and sometimes even murdering their fellow Union prisoners – from being examined by history. It saves the Lincoln administration from sharing the blame for the privations suffered throughout the South due to the blockade. As a result the entire South suffered from lack of food and clothing. If an entire nation is suffering, how can it be expected that their prisoners will fare any better? Page did not particularly like Gen. John Winder, the commander of the entire fort and therefore the commanding officer over then Captain Henry Wirz, but Page did not even blame Winder for the shortages. He understood that one cannot give you what he does not have.

It is part of the human condition that most people want to be seen as being on the “right side” of an issue, therefore probably 90% of our species will jump on a popular bandwagon. Such was the case following the war with Andersonville. Through this book we discover that Jim Page was willing to be among the 10% that would tell the truth even when it was not popular.

The heads of the federal government wanted nothing more than to be able to put a noose around the necks of Jefferson Davis and Robert E. Lee. Anyone who has watched either police dramas or documentaries knows that the best way to reach someone at the top is to pin everything on someone in the middle and offer him a way out by selling out your real target, whether true or not. Such was the case with Henry Wirz. Wirz was offered the opportunity remove the rope from his own neck and place it on the necks of Davis and Lee by saying that the high death rate at Andersonville was coordinated from the very top. Wirz refused to do this.

In this book Page, a genuine Union war hero and eye witness to most of what went on there, gives the unvarnished and full account of life in Andersonville. Although it is convenient to blame the commandant of such a hellish place, he aviods doing this. You see, Jim Page often served as the emissary for his group of prisoners to Wirz. He was terrified the first time he was sent forward to speak on behalf of his group, but quickly discovered that Wirz was not the monster that those who did not know him feared, instead in Wirz he found a man almost as much a prisoner of his own position as they were of theirs. Wirz often went out of his way to help Page and other prisoners, but so often there was little he could do. Nonetheless, the northern people cried out for punishment to satisfy their bloodlust against the South and someone had to pay. Wirz was the designated sacrifice selected to fill this role.

James Madison Page sums it best in one of his opening statements, “I have never seen a pretty jail any more than I have seen a pretty coffin.” Prison is never a good place to be, no matter what type it is nor why you are there. If you want to know the truth about Andersonville, read this book.

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Audiobook version of Death Comes to Redhawk

Today I finished listening to the audio version of R. G. Yoho’s fine book, Death Comes to Redhawk. This selection is available through Audible.com. His other books will be coming soon and I plan to listen even though I have already read them. R. G. Yoho is quite likely one of the best new voices in the Western genre and his books are a worthy investment in time to anybody interested in the genre.

The book is performed by a voice artist named Steve “Doc” Savage and he does an excellent job with the book. All in all this is a great investment of five hours and forty minutes.

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Robert Boyd’s arrival in America

USM575_2-0084-RobertBoydResearch is a funny thing. Just because you have published a book on a subject doesn’t mean that your research has finished. Perhaps I will reach a point in my life where I may put something away and move on, but that point has not happened yet. Two years after publishing The Boys of Diamond Hill, I am still discovering more about the Boyd family. I meet descendents and they tell me things or offer material, such as when I was told of the existence of two additional letters from Daniel in a family bible. I take a whim and search a database for something and discover another document that is now online. This happened this week when I discovered what is quite likely the ship manifest that documents the arrival of a young Robert Boyd — the father of the Boys of Diamond Hill — from his native Ireland.

On Dec. 31, 1824 a twenty year old Robert Boyd stepped off of the 700 ton Georgiana onto the docks in Charleston in his new home state of South Carolina. They had departed from Belfast, Ireland on Oct. 11, 1824 prior to this it had sailed from Norfolk, Virginia and arrived in Belfast after a trip of 26 days where its presence was announced in the paper and its planned return to America at the port of Charleston. This trip was to be the first scheduled trip from the port of Belfast to Charleston. The Georgiana was an American ship captained by James Cornick — “an experienced and skilful navigator” — and was described as “first rate Coppered and Copper-fastened.” The article further describes it this way:

This fine Vessel is high and roomy between decks – sails equal to any of the American Packet Ships, and will be found on inspection to have such superior accommodations for Passengers, as will command a preference; carries a SURGEON, and will be abundantly supplied with Water and Fuel for the voyage.

DHCover150There was a ship also named the Georgiana which would later carry prisoners on at least three trips to Australia and was involved in a famous mutiny, but it appears that was a different ship as it was described as being 408 tons — a little over half the size of this Georgiana.

Imagine the hope of a new life in a new country this young Irishman must have felt setting foot onto the Charleston shore.  He would dig out a simple life in the rural soil of Abbeville District along the Rocky River — a tributary of the Savannah — where he would experience the joy of the birth of his seven children and endure the pain and financial burden of the death of his first wife, Catherin Phropet, then find happiness again with his second wife Hannah Crowther. Thirty-six years after stepping off the Georgiana, Robert Boyd would have his world turned upside down when war swept across his adopted land in a struggle of union versus principle. This war would claim four of his five sons and the husband of his eldest daughter. To compound this, Daniel, the son the war did not claim would die five years after the war from disease. With the exception of the children of his younger daughter Sallie, all of Robert Boyd’s grandchildren would grow up without fathers.

Despite knowing the hard times to come, I marveled at being transported back to New Year’s Eve 1824 to see the world through the eyes of a bright twenty year old Irish lad full of hope as he stepped onto the docks in Charleston ready to embark not only on a New Year, but on the adventure of a lifetime… and what a life it was.

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