The Civil War History of
the 57th Indiana (#21)
The Atlanta Campaign Begins - Battle
of Resaca, Georgia
“After the defeat of Bragg’s army at
Missionary Ridge, it fell back in great disorder to Dalton, where it was again
rallied; and Gen. Joseph E. Johnston,
second only to Gen. Lee in ability, was placed in command.
“At midnight, May 3, 1864, the 2nd
Division, 4th Army Corps, broke camp and marched in the direction of
Dalton, Georgia. At daylight on the 7th, our advance encountered the
outposts of the enemy; and some brisk skirmishing ensued. Lines of battle were
formed and skirmishers thrown out; but the enemy gave way and we advanced to
the vicinity of Tunnel Hill. The enemy occupied Rocky Face Ridge, a bold, rocky ridge with almost perpendicular sides,
sparsely covered with oak timber.
“In the evening our brigade formed and
marched over toward the ridge where we remained all night. In the morning we
ascended the ridge, and moved along the crest about one mile south. It would be
difficult to imagine there was less opportunity for maneuvering troops than was
here presented by the one now occupied by the enemy. The side of the ridge on
their left was nearly perpendicular, and was utterly inaccessible, and the
right was protected by a ragged and irregular projection in the ridge, beyond
which no human being would dare venture without being dashed to pieces by a
fall upon the rocks below. The 3rd Brigade occupied the crest of the
ridge, which in many places was barely wide enough to admit passage of artillery.
Skirmishing was now going on constantly on the ridge, and at 5 o’clock P.M.,
Harker’s brigade assaulted the rebel fort, supported on the left by our
brigade. The attempt was fruitless; our troops were repulsed. The 57th
was under fire but not in a position to inflict any damage on the enemy, and
fell back with the brigade.
“On Wednesday, the 11th, we
were relieved by the 1st Brigade and fell back, camping on the
western slope of the ridge. On the following day, we arose at 3 o’clock A.M..
The entire division abandoned its position on the ridge and moved into the
valley below. On Friday morning, we discovered that the enemy had evacuated his
line in front of Dalton, and was on the retreat south. Orders were now received
to push forward to Dalton.
Battle of Resaca
“At daybreak on Saturday the 14th,
we were on the move. The roads were narrow, the country covered with a dense
forest, and the progress slow. The advance was continued through fields and
forests until we neared the line of the enemy’s fortifications, when they
opened with artillery. The battle now raged dreadfully. Volley’s of musketry
rolled like a vast flame, mingled with deafening cheers and the roar of
artillery, as battery after battery came into position. Our division halted and
threw up works in the rear of the forces already engaged. Our little command
attempted to relieve the men ahead who needed assistance. We emerged from the border of a heavy wood,
through which we had been moving, and came out in full view of the scene. A
small field, not exceeding two hundred yards in width, lay between us and the
line held by our men. We passed rapidly across the field and ascended the slope
beyond. The ground near the line of works was thickly strewn with the killed
and wounded. Many of the latter were struggling and calling piteously for help
as they lay in the broiling sun, weltering in their own blood. It was a
shocking sight.
“Once beyond the line, we laid down
not more than fifty yards from the rebel works, with our feet up hill and our heads
down. No sooner had we commenced firing from the advance position than the
enemy poured into us a deadly volley of musketry, and in a few moments let fly
at us with grape and canister. From this moment I have but a confused
recollection of what happened for some time. The contents of the rebel cannon,
loaded with canister-shot entered the ground just by my head, throwing the
gravel and dirt in every direction, filling my eyes, nose, and mouth; and
severely stunning me on the forehead. Before I could recover my
self-possession, another shot grazed my right leg and passed through the leg of
a comrade, who was lying by my side, mangling it dreadfully. In a few moments I
heard the voice of the captain calling me, and discovered that the company was
falling back beyond the line over which we had advanced. Calling for a detail
of four men, I carried their guns and my own while they carried the wounded man
about a mile, where we found an ambulance.
Death of Our Commander
“There were probably few officers
connected with the army who were more solicitous or took a deeper interest in
every movement in which their command should participate than did Colonel Lennard. Immediately after the
last change of position, the colonel advanced to the open ground in front, dismounted,
and was engaged in conversation for several minutes with Gen. Newton and other
officers concerning the disposition of the regiment. The consultation over, he
turned to go back to the regiment; and just as he was in the act of mounting
his horse, a shell from the enemy passed through his right knee, shattering it
to pieces and mangling it horribly. In a few moments, stretchers were provided
upon which to bear away the body of the colonel.
“Gloom and sadness took possession of
every man as he was borne back to take his farewell of the men who had almost
learned to love him. ‘Now take good care of the boys, major,’ were the last
words he ever said in hearing of the command. Gen. Wagner, when he heard of the
fall of the colonel, was deeply moved, and was afterwards heard to say he had
lost his best man.
“Soon afterwards the colonel was
carried to a house three quarters of a mile in the rear. At his own request, a
pallet was made on the floor, and on that he was placed. The wound produced a
wonderful shock on his system, and yet there was no reaction. From the first he
seemed to realize his true situation, and when in conversation with the
surgeons spoke coolly and calmly of his wound. He was anxious that amputation
should take place just as soon as the system revived. Several hours elapsed
from the time he was wounded until the attending surgeon discovered that
instead of surviving he was growing weaker. In the meantime, he was engaged in
conversation on various subjects.
“He spoke of his experience in the
army, and especially since he became connected with the regiment. Then his
thoughts would turn toward his family. He requested that his wife might be sent
for to come and take care of him; wondering if his little children would always
be good children. He spoke of the tender affection which existed between him
and his companions, and talked only as a brave man could, who was so near the
hour of dissolution.
“Night was now fast approaching and a
fire of pine knots was kindled on the hearth. About 7 o’clock the surgeon
informed the attendant that the colonel would probably never survive; and that
he had better speak to him of his danger. When told that he could hardly
survive, and that he might die at any moment, his pale features lighted up with
a smile as he calmly said, ‘What, so soon.’ Continuing, he said, ‘It is
necessary for me to make the sacrifice, and I male it cheerfully, here I am in
Georgia, away from my pleasant home, away from my wife and dear little
children. Tonight they don’t know that I am dying by the fire of these pine
knots.
“He had given up his regiment. Now he
gave up his family, and began to talk of the solemn realities of death. He
remarked that he was never a believer in death-bed repentances, and that it was
the duty of every one to prepare for death in time of health. One of the
surgeons, a pious man, prayed with him and told him that Jesus died to save him
and would here his prayer. Up to the last moment, the colonel continued to
speak of his soul’s salvation and entreated those around him to not postpone
the greatest duty of our lives. Before he died, he gave evidence to those
around him that he was willing to go, and that he should pass from labor to
reward. To the last he was calm and collected. Even the terrors of death did
not move him, and he met the grim monster without a shudder. Peace to the ashes
of George W. Lennard.
“When night came on, the regiment
advanced near to the spot where our colonel fell, and threw up a line of
earthworks. At daylight, a lively cannonade commenced. Our position was in full
view from the hill occupied by the rebel artillery and for a while they seemed
determined to drive us off; but our own guns did nobly, and we soon had the
satisfaction of seeing the enemy’s guns silenced. At noon on Sunday, the 57th
took up a position in the line relieving the 40th Indiana. A
continual fire was kept up until night, and during the afternoon the regiment
fired 40,000 rounds of ammunition. After dark we withdrew from the front, and
other troops took our place. As we passed over the field the next morning, our
eyes beheld a most shocking spectacle. Many men were killed between the lines
and their bodies burned to a crisp. In many cases the limbs were dreadfully
contorted, and in some instances the fingers were clinched as if the
unfortunate victims had suffered ten thousand deaths.
“Orders were received to move forward
immediately and our corps at once joined the pursuit. In their retreat across
the Oostanaula River at Resaca, the enemy failed in an attempt to burn the
bridge and our troops passed over it early in the day. The rear-guard of the
enemy skirmished with our advance, but were driven from every position. Two
miles south of Kingston, Georgia, the rebel army made preparations to meet us
in an open field fight. For the first time the prospect bade fair that these
two powerful armies would grapple in deadly conflict on fair ground, and each
one was drawn up in battle array, prepared for a great struggle.
“Slowly our long columns exited from
the forests and moved into line on the open field which lay in front of the
rebel position. For miles, two long lines of Federal blue, with banners
fluttering in the breeze and the rays of the sun flashing on musket and cannon,
reached far away to the right. The position of our brigade was on the extreme
left of the 4th Corps, with a portion of the 57th
deployed as skirmishers in front of the line of battle. At the sound of the
bugle, 50,000 men sprang to their places in the line, and as promptly commenced
moving forward when the advance was sounded. But the enemy dared not risk the
consequences of a battle in the open field, and when our columns moved forward,
they disappeared into the forest and retreated across the Etowah River. The
next position of the rebel army was behind their defenses at Altoona Mountain.
But it was no part of the plan of General
Sherman to sacrifice the lives of ten or fifteen thousand men in a
desperate assault on every stronghold of which the enemy took advantage.
“The Federal Army remained inactive
until May 23rd.”
(northern Georgia, May,
1864)
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.