CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHANCELLORSVILLE AND GETTYSBURG
THE SPRING OF 1863 FOUND THE ARMY OF THE POTOMAC
AND THE Army of Northern Virginia still facing each other across
the Rappahannock. Hooker, “Fighting Joe,” had distinguished himself
as a corps commander at the Antietam. He was not the next senior
and had intrigued against his chief. He owed his present
advancement to Lincoln, who knew him to be a good fighter and hoped
the best of him as a commander. The obvious course, to restore
McClellan again, was politically impossible and would have weakened
the President’s authority. At the end of January, when he was
appointed, Hooker found the Federal Army in a sorry plight, which
his own previous discontent had fomented. More than three thousand
officers and eighty thousand men were either deserters or absent
with or without leave. Blows like Fredericksburg are hard to
sustain. It was not till April that reorganisation was complete;
reinforcements had poured in, and the absentees had returned from
their Christmas at home. He was now at the head of over a hundred
and thirty thousand men, rested and revived, splendidly equipped,
and organised in six army corps. He formed besides a cavalry corps
ten thousand strong, and he felt himself able to declare that he
led “the finest army on the planet.”
In meeting the offensive, which he knew must come,
Lee was gravely hampered by President Davis’s policy of the strict
defensive and the dispersal of the Confederate troops to cover a
number of places. The continued pressure of the war rendered the
defence of the ports of Wilmington and Charleston in South Carolina
of vital importance, though only blockade-runners could enter them.
They and the railways connecting them with Richmond were threatened
in the President’s eyes by the somewhat near presence of Federal
forces which had been landed in March 1862 at New Bern, in North
Carolina, and others which had advanced to Suffolk in the estuary
of the James River and only seventy-five miles from Richmond. These
parties, owing to the nature of the ground near the coast, had been
dealt with by local forces. But Lee, also bearing in mind the
difficulty of feeding his troops near the Rappahannock, sent first
one, then a second and a third detachment, under Longstreet, to
deal with them. It was one of Lee’s mistakes. Longstreet, who was
always striving for an independent command, unnecessarily sat down
to besiege Suffolk. Thus Lee’s nine divisions were reduced by
three, and two of his four cavalry brigades were south of the James
to gather forage. His infantry was less than half and his cavalry a
quarter of the forces he had to encounter. He therefore abandoned
the idea of an offensive into Pennsylvania by way of the Shenandoah
valley, which he had had in mind, and awaited events.
Hooker’s preponderance enabled him to act with two
armies. His plan was, first, a fortnight in advance of the main
move, to send his cavalry round Lee’s left by the upper fords of
the Rappahannock; then to turn Lee’s left with three corps, while
the two others, under General John Sedgwick, crossed the river
below Lee’s right at Fredericksburg. Even then he had another corps
in reserve. He expected that Lee would be forced to abandon his
lines and retreat, in which case he meant to follow him up by the
direct road to Richmond. In the middle of April these movements
began. The Federal cavalry corps, under a second-rate commander,
General George Stoneman, was delayed by floods, and only crossed
the Upper Rappahannock simultaneously with the right column of the
main army.
At first all went well with Hooker. His three army
corps, about seventy thousand strong, crossed the Rappahannock,
and, on the morning of April 30, its tributary the Rapidan. As they
marched eastward they took in flank and rear the fortified line
which Lee had formed. The Confederates guarding United States Ford
on the Rappahannock had to retire, and the reserve Federal corps
passed over unmolested. By the night of the 30th a
Federal army of ninety thousand men was concentrated at or near
Chancellorsville behind all these defences. The Federal cavalry, in
enormous, though not as it proved overwhelming strength, were
already moving towards the Virginia Central Railway, forty-five
miles in rear of Lee’s army, and one of his main lines of supply,
which it was their mission not only to cut but to destroy. At the
same time General Sedgwick, commanding the two corps opposite
Fredericksburg, crossed the river and deployed to attack Jackson’s
three divisions under General Jubal A. Early, which held the old
trenches of the former battle.
Lee was thus taken in pincers by two armies, each
capable of fighting a major battle with him, while at the same time
his rear was ravaged and his communications assailed. The advance
of either Federal Army would render his position untenable, and
their junction or simultaneous action in a single battle must
destroy him. Nothing more hopeless on the map than his position on
the night of the 30th can be imagined, and it is this
which raises the event which followed from a military to an
historic level.
The great commander and his trusty lieutenant
remained crouched but confident amid this tremendous encirclement.
Beset upon both flanks by hostile armies which were for the moment
disconnected, and unable to retreat without yielding vital
positions, Lee naturally sought to hold off one assailant while
striking at the other. Which to choose? Jackson was for falling
upon Sedgwick and driving him into the river; but Lee knew that
nothing less than the defeat of the main Union army would save him.
Hooker had taken command in person of this mighty array, and Lee,
as soon as he learned where he was, left only a division to delay
Sedgwick and marched at once to attack him. Meanwhile “Jeb” Stuart
manœuvred against Stoneman’s cavalry over a wide front to such good
purpose that though he was outnumbered by four to one he was able
to render perfect service to Lee, while the Federal cavalry
General, Stoneman, played no part in the battle.

Chancellorsville stands on the edge of a wild
region of forest and tangled scrub which still deserves the name of
Wilderness. Roads or paths cut through this alone rendered movement
possible. On May 1 Hooker, having brought up all his troops,
ordered a general advance eastward along the Turnpike and the Plank
road. His numerous cavalry were breaking up the Virginia Central
Railway at Louisa Court House, thirty miles to the southward. He
had three balloons and numerous signal stations, and even a field
electric telegraph for communication with Sedgwick. But the mist of
the morning lay in fog-banks over the valley of the Rappahannock.
The balloons and signal stations could see nothing, and the
electric telegraph broke down. As he advanced into the Wilderness
he met large enemy forces, who began at once to attack him. These
were Stonewall Jackson’s corps, handled with its general’s usual
vigour. Now “Fighting Joe,” so famous as a subordinate, bent under
the strain of supreme command. He had expected that his
well-executed strategy would compel Lee to retreat. He now
conceived himself about to be attacked by the whole Confederate
Army. He turned at once and fell back upon the entrenched line he
had already prudently prepared before Chancellorsville. It was late
in the afternoon of the 1st when the advancing
Confederates, emerging from the woodland, came within sight of this
formidable position with its masses of troops. All the time
Sedgwick, at Fredericksburg, receiving no orders by the electric
telegraph, and, baffled by Early’s brave show on the fatal heights,
already dyed with Union blood, although he heard the firing, made
no effort. How did he know that Longstreet might not have arrived,
as would indeed have been only proper? Thus the night set in.
Lee and Jackson sat together, and knew that they
had one day before them. Unless they could beat Hooker at odds of
two to one during May 2 they would be attacked front and rear by
overwhelming forces. Frontal attack was impossible. Their only
chance was to divide their small army and swing round Hooker’s
right. Search had been made for a road or track for such a
movement; and in the small hours one of Jackson’s staff officers
reported that there was a private road used for hauling wood and
ore to a furnace which would serve. Jackson at once proposed to
lead his whole corps along it, and Lee after a moment’s reflection
assented. This meant that Jackson with twenty-six thousand men
would march round Hooker’s right to attack him, while Lee faced
nearly eighty thousand Federals with seventeen thousand.
At 4 AM Jackson was on the march. It seemed vital
that his movement should be unperceived, but an unexpected gap in
the forest revealed about eight o’clock to the Federal troops at
Hazel Grove a long column moving towards the right of their wide
front. This exposure actually helped the Confederate manœuvre. Two
divisions of General Daniel E. Sickles’s corps advanced after some
delay to strike at these processionists and find out their purpose.
They came into contact with Jackson’s rearguard, who fought
stubbornly, and then vanished in the woods. The two divisions, now
joined by Sickles himself, feeling they had a retreating enemy
before them, pushed on hopefully, and Sickles thought he had cut
the Confederate Army in twain. This was indeed true. Lee and
Jackson were now separated, and only victory could reunite them.
Had Hooker set his army in motion against Lee he must have driven
Lee ever farther from Jackson and ever nearer to Sedgwick, who had
now at length forced the heights of Fredericksburg, and, little
more than eight miles away, was, with thirty thousand men, driving
Early back upon Lee’s rear. But Hooker, convinced that he was safe
within his fortifications and that his strategy was successful,
made no move, while the hours slipped away. It was six o’clock in
the evening before Jackson reached the end of his march. He had not
only turned Hooker’s flank, but was actually in rear of his
right-hand corps. He deployed into line, facing Lee about four
miles away on the other side of the Federal Army. The surprise was
complete. The soldiers of the Eleventh Federal Corps were eating
their supper and playing cards behind their defences when suddenly
there burst from the forest at their backs the Confederate line of
battle. In one hour the Eleventh Corps, attacked by superior forces
in this battle, although as a whole their army was two to one, was
dashed into rout and ruin.
Night was falling, but Jackson saw supreme
opportunity before him. He was within half a mile of the road
leading to United States Ford, the sole line of retreat for
Hooker’s whole army, and between him and this deadly thrust no
organised force intervened. He selected the point which he must
gain by night and hold to the death at dawn. The prize was nothing
less than the destruction of the main Federal Army. They must
either overwhelm him the next day or starve between the Wilderness
and his cannon. All this he saw. He rode forward with a handful of
officers along the Plank road to the skirmish line to see what he
could of the ground. He had often risked his life in this way, and
now the forfeit was claimed. As he returned, his own men,
Carolinians proud to die at his command, mistaking in the darkness
the small party for hostile cavalry, fired a volley. Three bullets
pierced the General’s left arm and shoulder. He fell from his
horse, and when, after an agonising passage, he reached the field
hospital he was too much weakened by loss of blood to concentrate
his mind. His staff officer, who was to lead A. P. Hill’s division
to the vital point, had been killed by the same volley. Hill, on
whom the command devolved, hastening forward after vainly
questioning his swooning chief, was almost immediately himself
wounded. It was some hours before Stuart, from the cavalry, could
be brought to the scene. No one knew Jackson’s plan, and he was now
unconscious. Thus on small agate points do the balances of the
world turn.
Stuart fought a fine battle during the night, and
on May 3, with wild shouts of “Remember Jackson!” the infuriated
Confederates assaulted the Federal line. They drove it back. They
captured Hazel Grove. They joined hands again with Lee. But the
chance of the night was gone for ever. Hooker now had masses of men
covering his line of retreat to the ford. He now thought of nothing
but retreat. He did not even keep Lee occupied upon his front. He
was morally beaten on the 2nd, and during the battle of
the 3rd a solid shot hitting the pillar of a house by
which he stood stunned him, which was perhaps a merciful
stroke.
Lee now turned on Sedgwick, whose position south of
the river was one of great peril. He had fought hard during the
whole of the 3rd , and found himself on the
4th with the river at his back and only twenty thousand
effective men, attacked by Lee, with at least twenty-five thousand.
But the Confederate soldiers were exhausted by their superhuman
exertions. Sedgwick, though beaten and mauled, managed to escape by
his pontoons at Fredericksburg. Here he was soon joined by the
Commander-in-Chief and the rest of the magnificent army which nine
days before had seemed to have certain success in their path, but
now stood baffled and humbled at their starting-point. They were
still twice as numerous as their opponents. They had lost 17,000
men out of 130,000 and the Confederates 12,500 out of 60,000.
Chancellorsville was the finest battle which Lee
and Jackson fought together. Their combination had become perfect.
“Such an executive officer,” said Lee, “the sun never shone on.
Straight as the needle to the pole, he advances to the execution of
my purpose.” “I would follow General Lee blindfold” is a remark
attributed to Jackson. Now all was over. “Could I have directed
events,” wrote Lee, ascribing the glory to his stricken comrade, “I
should have chosen for the good of the country to be disabled in
your stead.” Jackson lingered for a week. His arm was amputated.
Pneumonia supervened. On the 10th he was told to prepare
for death, to which he consented with surprise and fortitude. “Very
good, very good; it is all right.” Finally, after some hours,
quietly and clearly: “Let us cross over the river and rest under
the shade of the trees.” His loss was a mortal blow to Lee and to
the cause of the South.

Nevertheless in these months the scales of war
seemed to turn against the Union. A wave of discouragement swept
across the North. Desertion was rife in the Federal ranks.
Conscription, called “the draft,” was violently resisted in many
states. Many troops had to be withdrawn from the front to enforce
the law. Many hundreds of lives were lost in New York City in the
draft riots. Clement L. Vallandigham, the leader of the peace
party, or “Copperheads” as they were called, after a particularly
poisonous snake, declared in Congress, “You have not conquered the
South; you never will. Money you have expended without limit, blood
poured out like water. . . . Defeat, death, taxation, and
sepulchres . . . these are your only trophies.” The legislatures of
Indiana and Illinois threatened to acknowledge the Confederacy.
“Everybody feels,” wrote Medill, the editor of the Chicago
Tribune, and a close friend of the President’s, “that the war
is drawing to a disastrous and disgraceful termination. Money
cannot be supplied much longer to a beaten democracy and homesick
army.” It was indeed the darkest hour. But the heart of Lincoln did
not fail him.
Problems on the seas and across the ocean also
perplexed and agitated the North. The small Confederate Navy was
active and successful in the Gulf of Mexico and on the Atlantic
coast. On the high seas Confederate commerce-raiders, built in
Britain, were taking a heavy toll of Northern shipping. The most
famous of them, the Alabama, had stolen out of the river
Mersey in June 1862. She sailed under a false name, and in spite of
the protests of the American Minister in London. After a glorious
career, lasting eleven months, she was brought to bay by a Federal
cruiser in the English Channel. A gallant engagement was fought off
Cherbourg. It was witnessed by a number of French artists, one of
whom, Manet, has left a remarkable painting of the scene. The
Alabama was outgunned and sunk. The Federal Government
pressed Britain hard for compensation for the damage done by the
Southern raiders. Negotiations were long and disputatious. They
were not concluded until six years after the end of the war, when
Gladstone’s Government agreed to pay the United States fifteen
million dollars.
Throughout the spring and summer of 1863 anxiety
grew in Washington because of the building in the British yard
which had launched the Alabama of two new ironclad
Confederate warships. They were fitted with nine-inch rifled guns
and formidable underwater rams, thus combining the offensive merits
of the Merrimac and the Monitor. These ships were
known as the Laird rams, after their builders. The American
Minister bombarded the Foreign Secretary, Lord John Russell, with
demands that the Laird rams must not be allowed to escape as the
Alabama had done. Russell eventually realised that the
construction of such vessels by a neutral would set a bad precedent
which might work to Britain’s disadvantage in future wars. In
September he ordered their seizure. Thus was closed the last of the
war-time diplomatic crises between Britain and the Union.

The initiative in the field now passed to Lee, who
resolved to carry out his long-planned invasion of Pennsylvania.
But Vicksburg, on the Mississippi, was in dire straits, and unless
Joseph E. Johnston could be largely reinforced its fall was
imminent. A proposal was made to stand on the defensive in
Virginia, to send Lee himself with Longstreet’s two divisions to
the Mississippi, and other troops to Middle Tennessee to defeat the
covering forces under Rosecrans south of Nashville and threaten the
commercial cities of Louisville and Cincinnati, perhaps forcing
Grant to abandon his campaign against Vicksburg. Lee refused
point-blank to go. Squarely he put the issue before the Council of
War: the risk had to be taken of losing Mississippi or Virginia.
His view prevailed, and on May 26, three weeks after
Chancellorsville, the invasion of Pennsylvania was sanctioned. The
Army of Northern Virginia was reorganised in three corps of three
divisions each, commanded by Longstreet, Richard S. Ewell, and A.
P. Hill. Lee’s object in 1863, as in the previous year, was to
force the Army of the Potomac to fight under conditions in which
defeat would spell annihilation. In this he saw the sole hope of
winning Southern independence.
The movement commenced on June 3. Longstreet
concentrated his corps at Culpeper, and behind it the other two
corps passed into the Shenandoah valley, marching straight for the
Potomac. Longstreet meanwhile moved up on the east of the Blue
Ridge with his front and flank screened by Stuart’s cavalry,
eventually entering the valley behind the other two corps through
the northern “Gaps.” On the 9th, before the movement was
well under way, there was an indecisive cavalry battle at Brandy
Station, in which the Federal cavalry, under their new commander,
Alfred Pleasanton, regained their morale.
At first the campaign went well for Lee. Ewell on
the 10th left Culpeper for the valley, and, marching
with a speed worthy of “Stonewall” Jackson, cleared the Federal
garrisons out of Winchester and Martinsburg, capturing four
thousand prisoners and twenty-eight guns, and on the
15th was crossing the Potomac. He established his corps
at Hagerstown, where it waited for a week, till the corps in the
rear was ready to cross, and his cavalry brigade pushed on to
Chambersburg, in Pennsylvania, to collect and send back supplies.
On the 22nd he was ordered to advance farther into
Pennsylvania and capture Harrisburg, a hundred miles north of
Washington, if it “came within his means.”
On the 27th Ewell reached Carlisle, and
his outposts next day were within four miles of Harrisburg. The
other two Confederate corps were at Chambersburg. As far as
Chambersburg Lee had been following the Cumberland valley, with his
right flank shielded by the South Mountain range, and as yet he
knew nothing of Hooker’s movements. He accepted Stuart’s plan of
making a raid through the mountains and joining Ewell in
Pennsylvania. Stuart, who started on the 25th, believed
that Hooker was still in his encampments on the east side of the
mountains, and expected to be able to ride through his camp areas
and cross the Potomac near Leesburg. But Hooker had broken up his
camps and was marching that same morning for the Potomac. Stuart
had to make a third ride round the Federal rear, crossed the
Potomac within twenty miles of Washington, failed to make contact
with Ewell’s right division, and only rejoined Lee with his men and
horses utterly exhausted on the afternoon of July 2. Thus for a
whole week Lee had been deprived of the “eyes” of his army; and
much had happened meanwhile.
As soon as Lee began his movement to the north
Hooker proposed to march on Richmond. But Lincoln forbade him, and
rightly pointed out that not Richmond but Lee’s army was his proper
objective. In thus deciding the President did what Lee had
expected. After crossing the Potomac Hooker made his headquarters
near Frederick, where he covered Washington and threatened Lee’s
line of communications. Halleck and Stanton had agreed after
Chancellorsville that Hooker must not be in command of the army in
the next battle. When therefore the General, denied the use of the
Harpers Ferry garrison, tendered his resignation it was promptly
accepted. Early in the morning of June 28 General George G. Meade,
commander of the Fifth Corps, who was now appointed to the chief
command, decided to move his whole army by forced marches
northwards to the Susquehanna to prevent Lee from crossing that
river, and at the same time to cover Baltimore and Washington.
Meade was a safe, dogged commander, with no political affiliations.
He could be relied upon to avoid acts of folly, and also anything
brilliant. Expecting that Lee would come south from the Susquehanna
to attack Baltimore, he now prepared to meet him on the line of
Pipe Creek, ten miles beyond Westminster.
Lee had been greatly perplexed by Stuart’s failure
to report, but, having implicit confidence in him, had concluded
that Hooker must still be south of the Potomac. On learning the
truth during the 28th he ordered a concentration at
Cashtown, close to the eastern foot of South Mountain. He did not
hurry, and “the march was conducted with a view to the comfort of
the troops.” At the outset of the campaign he had been in agreement
with Longstreet that the strategy should be offensive and the
tactics defensive, and he had no intention of fighting a battle
except under favourable conditions. But chance ruled
otherwise.
On June 30 a brigade of Hill’s corps advanced eight
miles from Cashtown to Gettysburg, partly to look for shoes, partly
to reconnoitre a place through which Ewell’s corps might be moving
next day. Gettysburg was found in the hands of some Federal
cavalry, which had just entered. The Confederate brigade thereupon
turned back without ascertaining the strength of the hostile force.
Buford, the Federal cavalry commander, who bore the Christian names
of Napoleon B., seems to have been the first man in either army to
appreciate the strategical importance of Gettysburg, the
meeting-place of some dozen roads from all points of the compass.
He moved his division to the west of the town, where he found a
strong position behind a stream, and called upon the commander of
the First Corps to come to his aid with all speed. The First Corps
was followed by the Eleventh Corps.
On July 1 severe fighting began with the leading
Confederate troops, and presently Ewell, coming down from the
north-east, struck in upon the Federal flank, driving the Eleventh
Corps through Gettysburg to seek shelter on higher ground three
miles southwards, well named Cemetery Ridge. On this first day of
battle fifty thousand men had been engaged, and four Confederate
divisions had defeated and seriously injured two Federal corps. It
now became a race between Lee and Meade, who could concentrate his
forces first. Neither Lee nor Meade wished to fight decisively at
this moment or on this ground; but they were both drawn into the
greatest and bloodiest battle of the Civil War. Lee could not
extricate himself and his supply trains without fighting Meade’s
army to a standstill, and Meade was equally committed to a field he
thought ill-chosen.

Lee wished to open the second day of the battle
with an attack by Ewell and Hill on Cemetery Ridge, which he
rightly regarded as the key to the Federal position. He was
deterred by their objections. Longstreet, when he arrived, argued
at length for a manœuvre round Meade’s left to place Lee’s army
between Meade and Washington. Such a movement in the absence of
Stuart’s cavalry would certainly have been reckless, and it is not
easy to see how Lee could have provisioned his army in such a
position. Finally Lee formally ordered Longstreet to attack the
Federal left at dawn. Longstreet who entirely disapproved of the
rôle assigned to him, did not come into action till four in the
afternoon. While he waited for an additional brigade two corps
joined the Union Army. Lee, who imagined that the Federal left
rested upon the Emmetsburg road, expected that Longstreet’s advance
up this road would roll up the Federal line from left to right. But
at this point the Federal corps commander, Sickles, had taken up an
advanced position on his own authority, and his flank was not the
end of the Federal line. When this was discovered Longstreet
obstinately refused to depart from the strict letter of his orders,
though he knew that Lee was not aware of the true position. All
that he achieved after several hours’ fierce fighting was to force
Sickles back to Meade’s main line. On this day the greater part of
Hill’s corps took no part in the battle. Ewell, who was to have
attacked the north end of the ridge as soon as he heard
Longstreet’s guns, did not get into action till 6 PM. There were no
signs of any co-ordination of attacks on the Confederate side on
July 2. Although Lee had failed to make his will prevail, and the
Confederate attacks had been unconnected, the losses of the Federal
Army were terrible, and Meade at the Council of War that night was
narrowly dissuaded from ordering a general retreat.
The third day began. Lee still bid high for
victory. He resolved to launch fifteen thousand men, sustained by
the fire of a hundred and twenty-five guns, against Meade’s left
centre, at the point where one of Hill’s brigades had pierced the
day before. Ewell’s corps would at the same time attack from the
north, and if the assault under General George E. Pickett broke the
Federal line the whole Confederate Army would fall on. Again the
attack was ordered for the earliest possible hour. It was the
Federals however who opened the third day by recapturing in the
grey of the dawn some of the trenches vacated the previous evening,
and after hard fighting drove the Confederates before noon entirely
off Culp’s Hill. Exhausted by this, Ewell made no further movement.
Longstreet was still arguing vehemently in favour of a wide turning
movement round Meade’s left. The heavy losses which his corps had
suffered on the 2nd made this more difficult than
ever.
The morning passed in utter silence. It was not
till one in the afternoon that the Confederates began the heaviest
bombardment yet known. Longstreet, unable to rally himself to a
plan he deemed disastrous, left it to the artillery commander,
Alexander, to give the signal to Pickett. At half-past two the
Confederate ammunition, dragged all the way from Richmond in tented
wagons, was running short. “Come quick,” Alexander said to Pickett,
“or my ammunition will not support you properly.” “General,” said
Pickett to Longstreet, who stood sombre and mute, “shall I
advance?” By an intense effort Longstreet bowed his head in assent.
Pickett saluted and set forty-two regiments against the Union
centre. We see to-day, upon this battlefield so piously preserved
by North and South, and where many of the guns still stand in their
firing stations, the bare, slight slopes up which this grand
infantry charge was made. In splendid array, all their battle flags
flying, the forlorn assault marched on. But, like the Old Guard on
the evening of Waterloo, they faced odds and metal beyond the
virtue of mortals. The Federal rifled artillery paused till they
were within seven hundred yards; then they opened again with a roar
and cut lanes in the steadfastly advancing ranks. On they went,
without flinching or disorder; then the deadly sound, like tearing
paper, as Lee once described it, rose under and presently above the
cannonade. But Pickett’s division still drove forward, and at
trench, stone wall, or rail fence closed with far larger numbers of
men, who, if not so lively as themselves, were at least ready to
die for their cause. All three brigadiers in Pickett’s division
fell killed or mortally wounded. General L. A. Armistead with a few
hundred men actually entered the Union centre, and the spot where
he died with his hand on a captured cannon is to-day revered by the
manhood of the United States.
But where were the reserves to carry through this
superb effort? Where were the simultaneous attacks to grip and rock
the entire front? Lee at Gettysburg no more than Napoleon at
Waterloo could win dominance. The victorious stormers were killed
or captured; the rest walked home across the corpses which
encumbered the plain amid a remorseless artillery fire. Less than a
third came back. Lee met them on his horse Traveller with the only
explanation, which they would not accept, “It is all my fault.”
Longstreet, in memoirs written long afterwards, has left on record
a sentence which is his best defence: “As I rode back to the line
of batteries, expecting an immediate counter-stroke, the shot and
shell ploughed the ground around my horse, and an involuntary
appeal went up that one of them would remove me from scenes of such
awful responsibility.”
But there was no counter-stroke. The Battle of
Gettysburg was at an end. Twenty-three thousand Federals and over
twenty thousand Confederates had been smitten by lead or steel. As
after the Antietam, Lee confronted his foe on the morrow and
offered to fight again. But no one knew better that it was
decisive. With every personal resource he gathered up his army. An
immense wagon train of wounded were jolted, springless, over
sixteen miles of crumpled road. “Carry me back to old Virginia.”
“For God’s sake kill me.” On the night of the 4th Lee
began his retreat. Meade let him go. The energy for pursuit had
been expended in the battle. The Potomac was found in flood; Lee’s
pontoon bridge had been partially destroyed by a raid from the city
of Frederick. For a week the Confederates stood at bay behind
entrenchments with their backs to an unfordable river. Longstreet
would have stayed to court attack; but Lee measured the event.
Meade did not appear till the 12th, and his attack was
planned for the 14th. When that morning came, Lee, after
a cruel night march, was safe on the other side of the river. He
carried with him his wounded and his prisoners. He had lost only
two guns, and the war.
The Washington Government were extremely
discontented with Meade’s inactivity; and not without reason.
Napoleon might have made Lee’s final attack, but he certainly would
not have made Meade’s impotent pursuit. Lincoln promoted Meade only
to the rank of Major-General for his good service at Gettysburg.
Lee wended his way back by the Shenandoah valley to his old
stations behind the Rappahannock and the Rapidan. The South had
shot its bolt.
Up to a certain point the Gettysburg campaign was
admirably conducted by Lee, and some of its objects were achieved;
but the defeat with which it ended far more than counterbalanced
these. The irreparable loss of twenty-eight thousand men in the
whole operation out of an army of seventy-five thousand forbade any
further attempts to win Southern independence by a victory on
Northern soil. Lee believed that his own army was invincible, and
after Chancellorsville he had begun to regard the Army of the
Potomac almost with contempt. He failed to distinguish between bad
troops and good troops badly led. It was not the army but its
commander that had been beaten on the Rappahannock. It may well be
that had Hooker been allowed to retain his command Lee might have
defeated him a second time. Fortune, which had befriended him at
Chancellorsville, now turned against him. Stuart’s long absence
left him blind as to the enemy’s movements at the most critical
stage of the campaign, and it was during his absence that he made
the fatal mistake of moving to the east side of the mountains.
Lee’s military genius did not shine. He was disconcerted by
Stuart’s silence, he was “off his balance,” and his subordinates
became conscious of this mood. Above all he had not Jackson at his
side. Longstreet’s recalcitrance had ruined all chance of success
at Gettysburg. On Longstreet the South laid the heavy blame.
There was no other battle in the East in 1863, and
the armies were left for the winter facing each other on the
Rapidan.

We must now turn to the West, where great battles
were fought, and many fell. But since a decisive victory by Lee’s
army would have enabled him to march where he pleased, and to hold
New York and every great city of the Atlantic coast to ransom or
surrender, this secondary though spacious theatre need not be
precisely lighted. From the West, it is true, the eventual thrust
came which split and devastated the South. But its importance in
1862 and 1863 lay chiefly in the advance of Grant to the supreme
unified command of the Union armies. The objective was the
clearance or barrage of the Mississippi. In April 1862 Admiral
Farragut, a Southerner, who adhered to the Union, had become
prominent at the head of the Federal Navy. In April, with a fleet
of all kinds of vessels, partly armoured or naked, he had run past
the forts guarding the approaches to New Orleans, the largest city
and the commercial capital of the Confederacy, which fell next day.
He had then continued the ascent of the river, and reached
Vicksburg on May 18. Finding no Federal troops at hand to support
him, he retired to run the batteries again on June 25, and join
hands with the Federal flotilla at Memphis. It was therefore known
by the end of 1862 that the Confederate batteries could not stop
the Union ships. As for the torpedoes, a new word, of which there
was then much talk, Farragut was to say, “Damn the torpedoes!” and
be justified. Thenceforward the Union flotillas could move up and
down the great river, through its entire course, by paying a toll.
This was a substantial aid to the Federal Army on either bank. Here
in the Mississippi valley was almost a separate war. The Western
states of the Confederacy claimed a great measure of autonomy from
Jefferson Davis and his Government at Richmond, while clamouring
for its help. At Washington the Western theatre was viewed in much
the same way as was the Eastern front by the Allied and associated
Powers in the First World War. It was secondary, but also
indispensable. It was not the path to victory, but unless it was
pursued victory would be long delayed.
After the failure of the river expedition in
December 1862 Grant reassembled his army on the right bank of the
Mississippi. Vicksburg was still his first aim, but the floods of
the Yazoo basin prevented at this season all operations except by
water. Having by numerous feints deceived the Confederate General,
Pemberton, who with a field army was defending Vicksburg, Grant
successfully ferried forty-five thousand men across the Mississippi
below the Grand Gulf batteries thirty-six miles down-stream from
Vicksburg. He surprised and drove back Pemberton’s troops, and on
May 3 established himself at Grand Gulf, in a safe position on the
uplands, with his left flank protected by the wide Black River, and
in touch with the Federal flotillas. Here he was joined four days
later by his third corps, under Sherman. He now began a cautious
movement towards Vicksburg and the railway which joined it to the
town of Jackson. General Joseph E. Johnston, reinforced too late by
President Davis, was hurried, ill though he was, to the scene. His
only thought now was to extricate Pemberton’s army. He ordered that
General to march at once to join him before Grant could interpose
his three corps between them. Pemberton resolved to disobey this
order. He conceived that a movement across Grant’s communications
with Grand Gulf would compel a Federal retreat. He not only
disobeyed, he miscalculated; for Grant, like McClellan before
Richmond in 1862, with his command of the rivers, was not dependent
upon any one particular base. Dropping his links with Grand Gulf,
he pressed Johnston back with his right hand, and then turned on
Pemberton in great superiority. After a considerable battle at
Champion’s Hill, in which over six thousand men fell, Pemberton was
driven back into Vicksburg. With the aid of the flotilla the Union
General opened a new base north of the city, and after two attempts
to storm its defences, one of which cost him four thousand men,
commenced a regular siege. Large reinforcements presently raised
his army to over seventy thousand men. Johnston, with twenty-four
thousand, could do nothing to relieve Pemberton. Vicksburg was
starved into surrender, and its Confederate garrison and field
army, more than thirty thousand strong, capitulated on July 4, at
the very moment of Lee’s defeat at Gettysburg. Five days later Port
Hudson, in Louisiana, also reduced by famine, surrendered with
seven thousand men to General Banks, and the whole course of the
Mississippi was at last in Federal hands. “The Father of Waters,”
said Lincoln, “again goes unvexed to the sea.” These were stunning
blows to the South.

The main fury of the war was now transferred to
the West. Until the fall of Vicksburg was certain the highly
competent Rosecrans, with about sixty thousand men, forming the
Union Army of the Cumberland, was content from the scene of his
success at Murfreesboro to watch Bragg, who stood across the
railway line between him and Chattanooga. This city and railway
centre, protected by the deep and wide Tennessee River on the north
and the high ridges of the Appalachian Mountains, a western chain
of the Alleghenies, on the south, was the key not only to the
mastery of the Mississippi valley, but to the invasion of
prosperous, powerful, and hitherto inviolate Georgia. The waiting
period was marked by fierce Confederate cavalry raids to break up
the railways behind the Union army, and by Federal counter-strokes
against important ironworks and munitions factories in the southern
part of Tennessee. In these the Confederates had the advantage. But
when Rosecrans, at the end of June, advanced along the railway to
Chattanooga, and Burnside, with another army of forty thousand men,
a hundred miles to the east, struck at Knoxville, great and
far-reaching operations were afoot. Burnside captured Knoxville,
cutting one of the sinew railways of the Confederacy. Rosecrans
manœuvred Bragg out of all his defensive lines astride the
Nashville-Chattanooga railway, and by September 4 gained
Chattanooga without a battle.
Until this moment Rosecrans had shown high
strategic skill. He now made the disastrous mistake of supposing
that the resolute, agile army in his front was cowed. Bragg, who
was one of the worst generals, hated by his lieutenants, and nearly
always taking the wrong decision, was none the less a substantial
fighter. South of Chattanooga the mountain ridges spread out like
the fingers of a hand. Bragg lay quiet at Lafayette with an army
now reinforced to sixty thousand men. By September 12 Rosecrans
realised the appalling fact that his three corps were spread on a
sixty-mile front, and that Bragg lay in their midst three times as
strong as any one of them. Bragg, overbearing and ill-served,
missed this opportunity, which Lee or Jackson would have made
decisive for the whole of the West. Rosecrans recoiled, and
concentrated towards Chattanooga; but he was too late, even against
Bragg, to escape a battle on ground and under conditions far from
his choice.

At Chickamauga, across the border of Georgia, on
September 18 Bragg fell upon his enemy. Longstreet, from Virginia,
with two divisions and artillery, had reached him, together with
other heavy reinforcements, so that he had the rare fortune for a
Confederate General of the weight of numbers behind him. Seventy
thousand Confederates attacked fifty-five thousand Federals. The
two days’ battle was fought with desperate valour on both sides.
Bragg tried persistently to turn the Federal left and cut Rosecrans
from Chattanooga, but when this wing of the Union Army, commanded
by General George H. Thomas, had drawn to its aid troops from the
centre and right, Longstreet, with twenty thousand Virginian
veterans, assaulted the denuded parts of the Union front, and drove
two-thirds of Rosecrans’ army, with himself and the corps
commanders, except Thomas, in ruin from the field. Longstreet
begged Bragg to put all his spare weight behind a left-handed
punch; but the Commander-in-Chief was set upon his first idea. He
continued to butt into Thomas, who had built overnight breastworks
of logs and railway iron in the woodland. Night closed upon a scene
of carnage surpassed only by Gettysburg. Thomas, “the rock of
Chickamauga,” extricated himself and his corps and joined the rest
of the Federal Army in Chattanooga.
The casualties in this battle were frightful.
Sixteen thousand Federals and over twenty thousand Confederates
were killed, wounded, or missing. The Confederates, who had
captured forty guns and the battlefield, and who for the moment had
broken the enemy’s power, had gained the victory. It might have
been Ramillies, or Waterloo, or even Tannenberg. It was
Malplaquet.
Bragg now blockaded and almost surrounded Rosecrans
and the Army of the Cumberland in Chattanooga. He held the two
heights which dominated Lookout Mountain and Missionary Ridge. For
a time he barred all supplies by the Tennessee River. In early
October it looked as if the Army of the Cumberland would be starved
into surrender. Meanwhile the position of Burnside at Knoxville,
against whom Longstreet had been sent, appeared no less
deadly.
The Washington Government now began to lean heavily
upon General Ulysses Grant. His faults and weaknesses were
apparent; but so also was his stature. On the Union side, baffled,
bewildered, disappointed, weary of bloodshed and expense, Grant now
began to loom vast and solid through a red fog. Victory had
followed him from Fort Donelson to Vicksburg. Here were large rebel
surrenders—troops, cannon, territory. Who else could show the like?
On October 16 Grant was given command of the departments of the
Ohio, Cumberland, and Tennessee Rivers, with his lieutenant,
Sherman, under him at the head of the Army of Tennessee.
Rosecrans was dismissed. He had lost a great
battle, and under the Washington administration no General survived
defeat. He had however played a distinguished part in the West, and
his military record was clean. Long before Chickamauga he had lost
favour with Halleck. That poor figure, who stood at the portals of
the grim politics of these days, who sought to tell the armies what
the politicians wanted and the politicians as much as they could
understand of the military needs, showed his measure clearly when
in February 1863 he wrote to Grant and Rosecrans that the vacant
Major-Generalship would be given to whoever won the first notable
success. Grant left his letter unanswered. Rosecrans wrote in stern
rebuke that “a patriot and a man of honour should require no
additional incentive to make him do his duty.” Thus when he tripped
he fell on stony ground.
By a series of intricate measures Grant freed the
Tennessee River, stormed both Missionary Ridge and Lookout
Mountain, and drove Bragg and the Confederate Army in thorough
disorder away from Chattanooga. At the same time he relieved
Burnside at Knoxville. The frontiers of the Confederacy rolled
southwards in another long lap. Vicksburg had cut it in two along
the line of the Mississippi. Chattanooga cut the eastern half again
along the range of the Alleghenies. By December 1863 the
Confederates were driven back into Georgia, and the whole
Mississippi valley was recovered for the Union. All these
convulsive events might have taken a different grip if President
Davis had made Lee Supreme Commander of the Confederate Army after
Chancellorsville, or, better still, in 1862, and if he had devoted
his authority and fine qualities wholly to the task of rallying
behind the chief General the loyal, indomitable, but woefully
particularist energies of the South. By the end of 1863 all
illusions had vanished. The South knew they had lost the war, and
would be conquered and flattened. It is one of the enduring glories
of the American nation that this made no difference to the
Confederate resistance. In the North, where success was certain,
they could afford to have bitter division. On the beaten side the
departure of hope left only the resolve to perish arms in hand.
Better the complete destruction of the whole generation and the
devastation of their enormous land, better that every farm should
be burned, every city bombarded, every fighting man killed, than
that history should record that they had yielded. Any man can be
trampled down by superior force, and death, in whatever shape it
comes, is only death, which comes to all. It might seem incredible
when we survey the military consequences of 1863 that the torments
of war should have been prolonged through the whole of 1864 and
into 1865. “Kill us if you can; destroy all we have,” cried the
South. “As you will,” replied the steadfast majority of the
North.