The Civil War History of
the 57th Indiana (#19)
The Battle of Lookout Mountain
“Friday, October 30th, was
a rainy, uncomfortable day, followed by a night of almost impenetrable
darkness. That night our steamboat ran the gauntlet, and passed the rebel batteries
unharmed, proceeding on down the river for rations. On this and another boat
supplies for the entire army in Chattanooga were transported to the
north-western extremity of Moccasin Point, and from there were conveyed across
the point to town. For some time previous to the completion of this enterprise,
rations became very scarce. Some days we were restricted to one third the usual
allowance. But General Thomas had sent word to General Grant that ‘we would
hold Chattanooga or starve.’
“When the rebel army had commenced the
investment of Chattanooga, and their lines were drawn closer to our own on the
south side of the river. The firing between the pickets, and needless sacrifice
of life, was brought to a close by an agreement made under a flag of truce, and
for some time the sound of musketry firing was seldom heard. Each day our men
went to the front and cut wood, and the wagons came out in full view of the
rebel pickets to load. One day, when our regiment was on the line, some boys
from the camp came out to procure wood; and as there were but few trees
standing, one of them cut a tree that stood near the line. Unfortunately it
fell with the body and top outside. Stepping over the line and mounting the
log, he commenced chopping. When a rebel picket, who was watching him through
the bushes, ordered him to stop and re-cross the line. Much as he disliked to
obey the order of a “gray-back,” he was compelled to yield, for he was on
neutral ground. Reluctantly the Yank shouldered his ax, and uttering a silent
blessing toward the exacting rebel, returned inside the lines.
“We had now been two months in
Chattanooga, with the enemy closely stationed around us. The 15th
Corps, Army of the Tennessee, commanded by General Sherman, had marched from
Memphis, and were approaching to join in the brilliant campaign soon to
commence by the three armies combined, under the direction of General Grant.
Our division was reviewed by General Sheridan on Sunday (November) the 15th,
who appeared well pleased with the appearance and discipline of his new
command.
“The advance of our troops was
contemplated for Saturday morning at daylight, November 21st. The
night before, the captain called me to his quarters and addressed me as
follows, ‘Issue eighty rounds of ammunition to each man; have the canteens
filled, haversacks packed, and hold them in readiness to move at a moment’s
warning.’
“We were ordered to form in the rear
of our picket-lines before daybreak to attack the rebels. But instead of
marching orders, there came a dashing rain which continued until noon. Our
movements depended upon those of General Sherman, who was moving up on the
north side of the river, and all were delayed on account of the heavy rain.
“Monday, November 23rd came
in cloudy and cool. The regiments of our brigade formed and marched to the
front. In the rear of each regiment were men carrying litters, on which to bear
away the wounded. We took a position on a high knoll, in full view of the
enemy. Beyond were the dim outlines of the rebel pickets, wrapped in their gray
blankets. From the top of Mission Ridge, where stood the white tents of the
rebel headquarters, Bragg could, with a glass, watch all our movements.
Skirmishers were deployed in front of the column, and when they neared the
enemy’s line of pickets delivered a volley. The rebels then turned and
commenced a retreat, fighting from behind tress and stumps as they gave way
before our troops. The men on our left marched bravely to the fight, and in
short time drove the enemy from their front and took possession of Orchard
Knob. Our division was detained on the line until the left moved forward, in
order to turn the right of the rebel line and loosen their hold on the river;
all of which was successfully accomplished. Battery “G”, 4th Regular
Artillery, was now moved forward to the rear of our brigade, and opened fire.
In a short time they were replied to by a rebel battery, which shelled us
vigorously for a time. Thus closed the first day’s operations.
“During the night we threw up a strong
line of works; and when day dawned it found us ready for the fray. Morning came
foggy, rainy, cold, and disagreeable. General Grant decided upon a strike at
another point on the line, so we had but little else to do but look and listen.
After a short time, a bang, bang, bang was heard right at the foot of Lookout
Mountain. Few and scattered at first, they soon increased until whole volleys
of musketry were distinctly heard. Louder still came the deafening roar, in
thunder tones, from the great dogs of war on Moccasin Point until it seemed as
if the very mountain would be torn to pieces.
“Slowly but surely our men pressed the
enemy up and around the eastern base of the mountain. The cannonading and
musketry were kept up continually. Our column now charged the enemy, and drove
them from a line of works above the mountain base. A heavy cloud veiled the
mountain crest from our view, and in half an hour more General Hooker was
fighting above the clouds. When our column disappeared behind the clouds, our
heavy guns ceased firing, but the cheering and the charging went on. Until
midnight the red flashes of musketry were plainly visible. The mountain is
covered by a rocky barrier with perpendicular sides forty or fifty feet high,
and it was at the foot of this inaccessible ledge that our troops were
compelled to halt at midnight.
“During the night, the enemy evacuated
their position on the mountain, leaving their artillery to fall into the hands
of our troops. When the sun gilded the eastern horizon, and cast a halo of
golden light upon vale and mountain, it smiled upon the “Star Spangled Banner,”
waving in triumph from the northern crest of Lookout Mountain. A thrill of joy
went down our lines when it was announced that Sherman had succeeded in
crossing the Tennessee River at the mouth of Chickamauga Creek, and was then
with a heavy force posted on and near the north end of Mission Ridge.
“At 8 o’clock the next morning, the 57th
went out to perform picket duty two hundred yards in front of the line of
works. We were now in plain view from the ridge, and had occupied our position
but a few moments when the rebels opened upon us with artillery posted on the
ridge. A sergeant in Battery “G” said that he could count thirty-two pieces of
artillery on the ridge.
“As we expected, Sherman commenced his
attack at 9 o’clock and soon the battle raged on the extreme left. An hour
later we advanced to within one mile of the ridge. As the day wore away,
General Grant grew anxious and decided to carry the line of rebel works at the
foot of the ridge. In our front was a level plain one mile wide and at the
eastern end was a line of rebel works. Six hundred yards up the steep and
rugged ridge was the rebel artillery.
“The shortest road to victory was in
storming the ridge and piercing their center. Hundreds of those who started
would never reach the top, but the position would be carried. For a few moments
there was a dead silence, a momentary calm before the storm. We were given five
minutes to prepare for the charge. We knew their position, they knew ours, and
what was now to be done must be done in earnest. The 57th was
deployed five paces apart, two hundred yards in front of the brigade, and it was
ours to make the start.
“A volley of six guns was the signal
for our advance, and their echoes came bouncing back over the plain. We rose
from the ground and moved forward on the double-quick. As we neared the rebel
works, panting with fatigue, the enemy left them and retreated toward the top.
A cheer announced the result as we dropped behind the works. On the ridge the
enemy had sixty pieces of artillery. Soon the line of battle came upon them
when we scaled the works and moved toward the top.
“Language would fail to describe, in
all its terrific grandeur, the scene which now followed. Imagine the ridge
lined with cannon as close as they could be worked, hurling from their brazen
throats a relentless shower of grape, canister, and shell; with a line of
musketry to add to their fire. Long lines of battle, with colors fluttering in
the breeze, were moving forward to join in the assault. Onward and upward moved
the column, step by step, amid the whistling of bullets, shrieking of shells,
and the horrid whizzing of grape that sounded like ten thousand infuriated
demons just loosened from pandemonium with a wail that would freeze the very
blood in our veins. The fire grew hotter and the line was at a stand-still. Now
an officer gave command to fall back to the line of works at the foot of the
ridge. As we turned to go down the hill, the rebels yelled “Chickamauga” at us
with a vengeance.
“We now saw that our charge was just
made to draw the enemy’s fire until the other columns could get well under way.
A second line of battle now comes up, and again the order comes to charge the
ridge. Some were marching to victory, others to death. The very earth seemed to
tremble beneath the awful carnage. The lurid flashes of artillery and musketry
blazed forth anew. Slowly and steadily our line moved to the second assault.
“Over the ramparts floated the
blood-red flag of treason and beneath it stood a line of traitors dealing out
death and destruction. Brave men are dying. Hundreds have fallen and their
groans mingle in strange harmony with the noise of battle. The brave men move
forward until they cross steel with the foe. The rebel line begins to waver.
That traitor flag that has floated there so tauntingly begins to lower. In vain
the rebel officers urge their men to stand fast. The tide of battle is turning;
rebel desperation is about yielding to loyal valor. Our flag goes on to the top
and the ridge is ours. Then such a scene. Shouts of victory, greeting of
comrades, and calls for companies and regiments to reform, for in the fight we
were badly scattered.
“The enemy reformed on a high hill
half a mile from the ridge. We charged that, but they gave way as we moved up;
and at the top of the hill we halted. After a while, fires were kindled and we
got some warm coffee. At midnight we pushed after the enemy. They were
completely routed.
“The road leading away was strewn with
implements of war all the way to Chickamauga, where we arrived just before
daylight. The bridge was in flames, and here our pursuit ended. The loss to our
little 57th regiment was ninety-four officers and men killed and
wounded.
(Tennessee, October and
November, 1863)
Excerpts taken from “Annals of the Fifty-Seventh Regiment,
Indiana Volunteer Infantry: Marches, Battles, and Incidents of Army Life”
written by Asbury L. Kerwood immediately after the war.