A TASTE OF
THE OLDLINER MAGAZINE

ISSUE SIX

Fascinating Articles from the American Civil War



Researched and written by Philip Day And Trevor Stevens
Of The 1st Maryland Infantry C.S.A. U/K



TRAGEDY 1N THE WILDERNESS
General Longstreet badly wounded, General Jenkins killed by friendly fire.

The Wilderness of Central Virginia is as much a part of Civil War geography as any town or river.  It's name denotes confusion and disorder.  These grim woods west of Fredericksburg paralysed "Fighting Joe Hooker" at the battle of Chancellorsville, and the accidental wounding of Stonewall Jackson in the Wilderness on May 2nd 1863, must stand as the tangled forest's fullest display of malignant power.  Strangely, a second disaster struck the Confederacy, on May 6th 1864, when two more southern generals fell in a hail of friendly fire in that same Wilderness.
The second day of the Battle of the Wilderness opened with sweeping Union success.  General Longstreet arrived on the battlefield with the Confederate First Corps at a fortuitous moment, however, and his sudden flank attack salvaged the day for the Army of Northern Virginia.  Anxious to win a decisive victory, Longstreet plotted a larger flank attack to follow the first.  As he rode amongst the carnage along the Plank Road, the burly Corps commander assembled the officers, who would execute his new movement.  Generals Charles W. Field and William T. Wofford rode a few yards behind Longstreet.  The head of the column included Joseph B. Kershaw and Micah Jenkins, both veteran generals of South Carolina.
Few brigadier-generals could boast a better war record than 28 year old Micah Jenkins.  Dapper, with an unnervingly direct stare, Jenkins had a reputation in the army for both tenacious fighting and unseemly ambition.  He was graduated first in his class at the Citadel and founded a military academy before the war.  His brigade's rampage through the Union lines at the battle of Seven Pines (Fair Oaks) in May 1862 had established his stature as a fighter in the army.  In the highly political atmosphere of the "FirstCorps", Micah Jenkins sided with James Longstreet against the opposing clique of Generals Evander M. Law, Jerome B. Robertson and Lafayette McLaws.
Pale and thin from a recent illness, Jenkins emerged from his ambulance on May 6th, to lead his brigade into battle.  As he rode to the front, the General had cheerful words for many of his men.  Spotting a neighbour who had served with him in the 5th South Carolina, Jenkins asked what account the local boys would give of themselves that afternoon.  He shook hands with his boyhood friend, Colonel Ashbury Coward of the 5th, declaring, "Old Man, we are in for it today."
He appeared in front of the 6th S.C. with a large smile on his face, calling "Now boys, don't get scared before you get hurt." Jenkins managed to orchestrate a cheer for General Longstreet, and by all accounts, he radiated cheer and confidence as he joined Longstreet's mounted procession.  Just south of the Plank Road, the Virginians of General William Mahone's brigade had experienced the Wilderness the hard way, crashing through it's thorny flatlands in search of some landmark.  As they neared the road, Mahone's men mistook Longstreet's cavalcade for a return of the enemy and unleashed a volley that swept through the mounted party.  A bullet hit Longstreet with such force that he was lifted up from his saddle.  Shot at the junction of the shoulder and the throat, Longstreet immediately lay down beneath a tree while a crowd of staff officers tried to stop the bleeding.  Captain Alfred E. Doby fell dead at the same volley
A few yards away, Micah Jenkins lay senseless in the road, shot in the head.  A weeping Colonel Coward found Jenkins "entirely convulsed", unable even to recognize his long-time friend.  An ambulance carried Jenkins to the rear, where he lay in a tent for several hours.  The wound exposed part of his brain and left no hope of recovery.  Micah Jenkins died around sunset on May 6th.  He was interred in a casket, draped with the Confederate flag in the Episcopal Churchyard at Summerville, S.C. and moved to Charleston after the war.

The mayhem wrought by that one volley echoed through the army, Longstreet's attack faltered.  Could the First Corps assault have driven the back-pedalling Union Army across the Rapidan river and killed Grant's spring campaign in its infancy?  For the second time in 12 months, the Wilderness had deprived the Army of Northern Virginia of its top corps commander and, this time, one of its finer, divisional commanders as well.


 
 



JOHN BURNS THE HERO OF GETTYSBURG


John Burns was a village character, a sometime constable and cobbler, a hard drinking old man who had fought in the war of 1812 and the Mexican War.  If the Rebels come as far as Gettysburg, he told the towns people, he'd show them how an old soldier could fight.  John was passed 70 in July 1863 and no one could take seriously his talk of fighting.  He had for too long been the butt of village Jokes.
Yet John had tried to volunteer at the first call to arms in this war, and when refused had gone to West Chester to enlist in the reserves.  When he was again turned away, he went to Washington and served for a time as a driver in the wagon service.  On the morning of July lst 1863, when the sounds of the battle opening could be heard in Gettysburg, Old John put on his Sunday best, a swallow tailed blue coat with gilt buttons and a tall bell crowned hat.  Deaf to the scolding of his wife, he left his home and fell in with the ranks of a passing regiment, the 150th Pennsylvania Volunteers.  He took a musket from a wounded man at the roadside and headed towards the front.  Colonel Langhorne Wister of the 150th, stared when Burns asked if he could join the fight.  "Can you shoot?" "Give me a chance and I'll show you who can shoot'.  Wister sent Burns from his position in the open to a woodland where part of the Iron Brigade was in line.  One of the soldiers left a memory of it, "We joshed him unmercifully.  Some of the boys called him 'Daddy' and laughed at him, but he took it well.  Then when he started firing we seen that this here old man knew how to handle a gun."
One of Burns shots knocked a Confederate officer off his horse, and the troops of the 7th Wisconsin cheered and later gave Burns a silver chased rifle they had captured from the Rebs as a trophy.  The old man was struck on the belt buckle by a bullet, the fierce blow doubled him up and he disappeared from the view of the front line men of the Iron Brigade.  He got 2 slight wounds, one a painful cut on the ankle which disabled him.  As Confederate infantry approached, John buried his rifle and crawled onto a cellar door in the village.  A Rebel doctor treated his wounds.  By one tradition, John hailed a passer by, "Tell my old woman to fetch the wagon and get me home.  I can't move".
The wife replied," Devil take him.  The old fool.  Going off to fight, as old as he is, getting holes in his best clothes.  And he won't be able to work for two months.  Let him stay".
Suddenly, John was a celebrity.  General Abner Doubleday praised him in the report of the battle and the old soldier became known as 'the Hero Of Gettysburg." This was a distant fame however, and his stature at home was little changed.  Four months later, when Lincoln cane to town for the most famous of his addresses, the master politician asked to see John Burns.  The bewildered townspeople were treated to the sight of the long legged Lincoln arm in arm with the stubby Burns who trotted to keep the pace along Chambersburg Street, around the Square and out Baltimore
Street to the Presbyterian Church, a strange destination to Burns.
He later became a member of the church and today is celebrated by a bronze plaque there.  John drew his Civil War pension for a few years and died in February 1872.  He left an estate of $13.25 in personal effects, a value of $1,518 in his 46 acres of land, and a box of books, in which was found 25 cents.  He is buried in Evergreen Cemetery at Gettysburg, beneath a statue depicting him facing the Rebels with a musket.  His wife lies at his side.



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