Herald of Freedom and Torch Light, Sept 1862 (2-3A War news: Battle of Antietam)
THE BATTLE OF THE ANTIETAM.
The greater part of the Rebel forces had found its way into the Neck, where the Potomac bends to the east below Sharpsburg, their rear resting on Sharpsburg. Here was destined to be the great contest of the rebellion.
To one who has never seen a battle-field it is impossible to describe intelligently this, or, indeed, any one. Old landmarks are forgotten or effaced, distance loses itself in the mind of the spectator, and space is measured only by the results which its occupancy produces. Thus has it been here.
Corn and stubble, pasture and fallow contribute their boundaries to the one great charnel house of the nation's host, and on hill, in hollow, through field are strewn the bleeding, mangled bodies of dead and dying humanity. Here our lines stretched over a space of five miles, extending, on the extreme right, from near the intersection of the new and old roads to Sharpsburg, in an easy curve to the south-east, to where the left of Burnside rested at the foot of Elk Ridge Mountain. First on the right was Hooker, then Sumner and Porter with his reserves, holding the centre, on the left Burnside. On Tuesday morning, when the fight began, the base of operations was quite limited, the rebels occupying the hills on the west of the Antietam, immediately above Newcomer's mill, the federals directly opposite, on another eminence.
Until nearly ten o'clock the firing was but occasional, each for the purpose of feeling the other's position. But about ten the batteries opened on both sides, and for three hours the war of artillery was constant and deafening. The smoke lifted itself gracefully from the hollow between and coursing along the stream, via the mountains from view. Gradually, during the afternoon, were the lines extended, Hooker and Sumner passing over without any resistance and taking position to the front of the black and frowning mass of rebels in the wooded hills of Mumma's and Miller's farms - Porter and Burnside on the eastern bank of the creek on eminences, the whole overlooked by McClellan from his position on the hill south of Keedysville. Tuesday night passed with the pickets at each other's elbows, and Wednesday dawned not "for the pomp and pride and circumstance of war," but for a field of carnage. Scarcely was the sky illuminated ere Hooker awoke the silent echoes of the hills on which the rebels were posted, Rickett's and Meade's division steadily advancing. Stealing forward step by step, now infantry, now artillery, the lines were forced forward, plot and counterplot for positions, until a struggle more deadly than any this continent has ever witnessed, was for a half hour kept up, and then the rebel line swayed and fell back, but not in confusion. Hard and fast did Hooker's men follow them up, easing the memories of former defeats under McDowell by deeds of eminent daring.
Into the woods, and rallying, the tide changed, and again out of it came pouring the rebel's endless lines, until Doubleday sent forward his best brigade under Hartsuff who checked the movement, and for a half hour held the ridge under a galling fire. The 12th and 18th Regiments Massachusetts Volunteers, so well known here, stood like a wall of adamant. Hartsuff fell severely wounded, but the line flinched not nor swerved. Here was the contest for the day. Rickett vainly endeavored to advance. Mansfield pushed on, but in vain. He fell mortally wounded. Hooker dismounted, reconnoitred his position, and once more forced forward and gained the hill. Half the ground lost was reoccupied, and though their general was borne from the field severely wounded they maintained their position, under Sumner, who took command. Again the tide changed and our men fell back, and again advanced, driving the rebels before them. Desperate and prolonged were the efforts here for the mastery, for this was the key of the position. But boldly and well was it kept, amid great loss. The two Sedgwick's were wounded here and Dana and Howard, and Richardson and Meagher. At one o'clock all looked gloomy and defeat seemed inevitable until fresh troops of Franklin came up and won the day. The rebels were driven to the range of hills by the church, where covered by the woods they rested their exhausted columns, while Sumner was too weak to do more than hold his position. Thus they stood at evening. Burnside was not inactive, but seemed paralyzed, and after several vain efforts it was only by a desperate charge that the bridge and hill in his front were gained, and that only amid great loss. Here again was the day almost lost, but the presence of Porter’s fifteen thousand veterans checked the onward march of the rebels.
Night came on and permission was asked by the rebels and granted to bury the dead and care for the wounded. Heap upon heap lay piled the dead and wounded. In one field where their advance was checked lay 1,217 rebel dead, while on the hill beyond a number nearly as great of our own men were left to the mercy of the enemy. Along the whole line from east to west dashed the well-trusted McClellan; while from 10,000 voices went up a shout more glad and more deafening than the cannon's ceaseless roar. Consummate valor marked the actions of every division in the field. But valor alone could not win the day. There are those who blame McClellan for granting the armistice, yet his course was a wise one. Had he refused, his right must have given way in the morrow’s fight and the valley been opened for their retreat. Thursday saw him strongly reinforced, and Thursday evening and Friday witnessed the precipitate retreat of the rebels at Shepherdstown and at Ramsay's ford. As to their loss it is impossible to speak with certainty. It cannot be less than 15,000, and may be nearly double that number - nor can we yet ascertain the number of prisoners taken, certainly not less than 3,000. Official reports alone can give these. Suffice it to say that the number of our wounded is greatly in excess of the usual proportion, while that of the rebel dead is in the same excess. The rebels have been driven out of the State, and we believe that the footsteps of not a single one of them now pollutes the soil of Maryland. For a further description of the great battle we refer the reader to the accounts in another column.
Herald of Freedom and Torch Light
Maryland Historical Society
Sept 10-24, 1862
Maryland Historical Society
Antietam, Battle of, Md., 1862; Maryland Campaign, 1862; Hagerstown (Md.)--Newspapers.
Washington County, MD. September 1862