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JULY 2THE PEACH ORCHARD
As the right wing of Kershaw's brigade attacked the stony hill west
of the Wheatfield, its left wing wheeled left against that portion of
Sickles's line between the Peach Orchard and the Wheatfield. Thirty
cannons from the Third Corps and the Artillery Reserve held this sector.
The attacking South Carolinians braved infantry volleys from the Peach
Orchard and canister from all along the line. A South Carolina sergeant
saw comrades fall at his side and felt his face "fanned time and time
again by the deadly missiles." Yet success seemed within their grasp
until someone shouted a false command that turned them right from the
guns toward the Wheatfield and allowed the batteries to rake their
exposed flank. Kershaw lamented, "Hundreds of the bravest and best men
of Carolina fell, victims of this fatal blunder."
In the meantime McLaws's two left brigades, Brig. Gen. William
Barksdale's, followed by Wofford's, charged directly at
the Union position at the Peach Orchard. Barksdale's hard-driving
Mississippians broke the weak Union line just north of the Peach
Orchard; their left wing then wheeled left against the troops posted
along the Emmitsburg Road at the Sherfy buildings while its right and
Wofford's men dealt with the defenders of the orchard. The Third Corps
troops in the orchard had little chance to make a good fight. Some had
been facing south firing into Kershaw's brigade and had to change front
to meet Barksdale's attack. As the 2nd New Hampshire Regiment swung back
to meet the 21st Mississippi, the trees in the orchard broke its line.
The 2nd gave the Mississippians a ragged volley, then backed over the
crest and dressed its line with care. It swapped fire there with the
Mississippians until its colonel saw Wofford's line coming by his left.
Fearing to be cut off, he ordered the 2nd back. Twenty-one of its
twenty-four officers and nearly half of its men had been shot, and its
dead marked the lines it had held.
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GARDNER PHOTO OF UNION DEAD OF 3RD CORPS (GNMP)
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As Col. Henry J. Madill of the 141st Pennsylvania walked back from
the orchard with twenty of the regiment's survivors and its colors, he
met General Sickles. Sickles asked, "Colonel! For God's sake can't you
hold on?" Madill looked at the corps commander with tear-filled eyes and
replied simply, "Where are my men?"
The Union batteries in the orchard fell back in the face of the
Confederate onslaught, and when the Confederates seized the high ground
there, the twenty guns along the Wheatfield Road to the east had to fall
back also. Captain John Bigelow's 9th Massachusetts battery on the left
of the line, pressed from the front and threatened on the right, fell
back from the road, its six Napoleons dragged by their prolonges and
firing all the while. When they reached the lane by the Trostle house,
they prepared to limber up and leave but were told to stay where they
were until a line of guns could be set up behind them on Cemetery Ridge.
The battery put up a stout fight until the Mississippians overran it and
captured three of its guns.
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JULY 2, 1863, THE PEACH ORCHARD
At 6 P.M. the Confederate brigades of Barksdale and Wofford advanced
upon the Peach Orchard. After overwhelming the Union defenders,
Barksdale advanced in a northeast direction as far as the Trostle farm.
Wofford advanced due east down the Wheatfield Road and drove Union
troops off Stony Hill and out of the Wheatfield.
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General Barksdale, his white hair appearing above the battle smoke
"like the white plume of Navarre," urged his left regiments against the
Union line by the Sherfy house, rolled it up, and shouting, "Crowd
them," drove toward the left of Brig. Gen. Andrew A. Humphreys's Third
Corps division along the Emmitsburg Road. Brig. Gen. Cadmus M. Wilcox's
brigade of Anderson's division advanced on Barksdale's left and with
Col. David Lang's Florida Brigade struck Humphreys's front and right.
Humphreys's two brigades fought alone and outnumbered and could not
hold their position. Humphreys, who loved battle, commanded his troops
from horseback on the battle line. Through personality and profanity, he
held his men to their work so that a good portion of them fell back
slowly and firing. He wrote his wife, "Twenty times did I [bring] my men
to a halt and face about...forcing the men to it." And many obeyed.
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MAJOR GENERAL ANDREW A. HUMPHREYS (USAMHI)
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MY DEAREST WIFE
Thirty-six-year-old Colonel David Wyatt Aiken commanded the 7th
South Carolina Infantry. He wrote this letter to his wife from near
Hagerstown, Maryland. on July 11, 1863. The 7th South Carolina fought on
the Rose Farm near the infamous Wheatfield on July 2.
Well my dearest wife, I wrote you a hurried note in pencil about
three days ago, but doubt if it has ever yet crossed the Potamac, &
even if it has, I know your joy in seeing my handwriting once more will
be such, that you will willingly read a reiteration of the contents of
my former letter. Well, to begin anew at our first crossing of the
Potomac. This was done in the rain on the 26" June. And by the way, this
is the only dry day we have had since, or the only day we have not had
either heavy dews or rains. We marched reasonably along through
Hagerstown, Middleburg, Greencastle, Chambersburg, here taking the right
to Cashtown thence to Gettysburg, where we first met the enemy,
1 1/2 miles before reaching the city. Our army, as I wrote you,
moved left in front, Ewell's Corps leading the way, and going north from
Chambersburg, towards Harrisburg, as far as Carlisle, while Hill &
Longstreet went towards Gettysburg. On the 1st July Hill met the enemy,
fought & whipt him, driving him two miles beyond Gettysburg to some
very high hills or barren mountains, as formidable as Gibraltar. The
next night & day Ewell swung around South East marching towards
Gettysburg & we (Longstreet) moved to the right of Hill, all the
army being in line of battle by noon of the 2d, confronting the enemy
with a line running almost due North & South, and perhaps 15 or more
miles long. About noon the cannonading began, & by 2 PM we were
ordered to advance with the infantry, which we did in fine stile
directly in front of the cannon not 1000 yds distant, which immediately
began playing on Kershaws Brig, the most exposed, having to advance from
behind the stone wall just in the edge of the woods through a large
level clover field. Just before we moved a shell struck my color guard,
killing two men & wounding three. We moved up though quietly not
able to shoot a gun for some time. Presently we came upon the Infantry,
the artillery retiring, and then we went at it in earnest. We fought for
half hour or more, and drove the enemy for half a mile perhaps, and
during my experience I have never seen so much damage done both parties
in so short a space of time. I had 18 men killed, several mortally
wounded, and about 100 more or less wounded, some twenty only stunned by
shells who have already reported for duty. My Regt suffered about as all
the other Regts in the Brigd. Sixteen of my men have lost arms or legs.
That night we lay on the Battle field, and next morning by daylight were
ordered to advance amid the groans of the wounded enemy (our's had been
moved back) and over the dead of both parties. We found the enemy had
retired to the sides of the rocky mountain, in our front, & had
themselves so fortified we could do nothing with infantry. During the
fight of the two days we captured about 11,000 prisoners. On the morning
of the 3d Genl Lee ordered Genl Picket (a Virg Division that had not
been engaged) to attack the most vulnerable portion of the enemy's line,
while he shelled their entire line with artillery. Our general line of
infantry were then withdrawn to the woods from which we had driven the
enemy, about midway between the enemy's and our line. Here we lay down
when the cannonading began. We opened 175 cannon at one time, & the
enemy replied with perhaps half as many. Some shells badly aimed wounded
a few of our infantry (2 of my men,) and I know killed & wounded
hundred, if not thousands of the enemy. That night we were withdrawn to
our original line of battle, after Lee found he could not dislodge the
enemy. Pickett made several brilliant charges, but failed in driving the
enemy from their walls. During the 4th everything was comparatively
quiet except a cavalry fight on our right & in our sight, which kept
McLaws Division under arms in line of battle all day. About 3 PM it
closed, and then the gentle rain which had been falling just poured
down, all the evening. About 10 PM we got orders to march & in the
rain by daylight had only gone 5 miles. All day Sunday, the 5", we were
standing about in the rain & mud, getting our waggons in line of
march, & sending the wounded back to Williamsport & the
prisoners on to the same point. The enemy at the same time fell back but
where to I have no idea. We came by way of Fairfield & on directly
to Hagerstown. The enemy made several attempts to capture our waggon
train, & did destroy a few, but paid dearly for it. We invariably
whipt them off, or captured some of their men. We all arrived hereabouts
on Tuesday & have been here since. What we are to do next, no one
but Genl Lee can tell. I learn he says he intends to fight them again
north of the Potomac. I don't know, & hope not, fir I think a fair
calculation, will stretch his loss since he crossed the Potomac on the
26" to about 18 or 20,000 men. The enemy's loss must be vastly larger,
for we captured 11000 prisoners. The Potomac is swimming & I imagine
we will remain here till it falls, & then cross again into Virg.,
but can not tell. I am sick of Maryland, and never want to come this
side of the river again. As a Yankee prisoner told one of my men, we
have found a great difference between invading the North & defending
the South.
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COLONEL DAVID WYATT AIKEN (UNIV. OF SOUTH CAROLINA LIBRARY)
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But what of Sickles? When the battle was at its height, he sat his
horse at his headquarters' site near the Trostle barn. A Confederate
shot, probably fired at a battery along the Emmitsburg Road, whistled in
and flicked his right knee. Staff members helped him from his horse, put
a tourniquet on his leg, and stretcher bearers bore him to an ambulance
that carried him from the field. As he passed back among his retreating
men, he puffed on a cigar, raised himself on the stretcher so that they
could see him, and urged them to stand firm. That night surgeons
amputated his leg.
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