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Diary of a Young Officer–Josiah Marshall Favill (57th New York Infantry)

On the 29th [May] we got on board the train and went to Washington. There we left the general with his friend Williams and both of us proceeded to New York, where we renewed our social gaieties and fell at once into the ways of city life. There is much less enthusiasm now for officers from the seat of war and one gets little attention except from one’s immediate friends.

On the 17th of June, the papers announced the enemy in motion and the army of the Potomac as leaving their winter quarters about Falmouth. By nine o’clock I received a dispatch from the general, directing Broom and me to leave for Washington immediately; and so we took the train the same evening, arriving there the following morning, reporting without waiting for breakfast. Received a hospitable greeting from both the general and his friend Williams, who pressed us to remain and breakfast, but we respectfully declined in favor of our usual headquarters when in Washington, the Metropolitan Hotel. We remained in the city until the 21st before we could ascertain in which direction to go to reach our command, the general in a state of great disturbance on account of the delay. Early this morning we found out and took the military train to Fairfax court house, arriving there in the evening to find the corps had marched from that place early the same morning; each of us had a valise to carry, and being without horses or servants were at a loss how to proceed. Broom, however, proved equal to the emergency. He called upon the depot quartermaster greeted him in his usual irresistible and hearty manner, claimed an ancient acquaintance and comradeship as an old quartermaster, and finally wheedled an ambulance out of him, with directions to the driver to take us wherever we desired to go; thus comfortably cared for we started off in fine condition, arriving at Centreville, only to find the corps had gone on to Gainesville, and so we kept going, finally arriving at division headquarters at 7 P. M., after a tiresome journey lasting all day. General French’s division and our brigade were the only infantry troops in camp. All the rest had gone with General Hancock to Thoroughfare Gap. It was delightful to be back again to our command and meet with such a hearty welcome. The troops always like their regular officers along, when going on a campaign. General French occupied the best house in the place as headquarters and invited Zook to share it with him. The general accepted, and immediately assumed command of his brigade. From General French we received the first reliable information of the movements of the army and a full record of the events, which led up to the present movement. It seems Lee has taken the initiative again, and is believed to be moving a second time to the invasion of the Northern states. The army of the Potomac is watching his movements, moving on an inner circle, covering the capital and expects sooner or later to plant itself across his path.

Almost every foot of ground in this vicinity has been fought over time and again, since the beginning of the war. The Bull Run battlefield is only a short distance east of us, and Thoroughfare Gap and Centreville are on either side of us. Several roads converge here, and it is strategically a place of considerable importance and has been occupied by both armies alternately several different times. Outside of its military importance, it amounts to nothing.

May 28th. The brigade has been drilling on the parade ground in every known tactical movement. We can execute the most difficult movements with never a blunder nor the least hesitation. Horse racing, bayonet exercises, some fencing, and some gardening; many of the flowers now in full bloom.

General Zook has applied for and received a twenty day leave of absence and goes home to-morrow. Broom and I go with him. This is one of the sweets of staff positions: we are to do as we please after reaching Washington and all our traveling expenses are paid. The command of the brigade was turned over to Colonel Morris of the Sixty-sixth New York, a gallant and accomplished officer and gentleman and one of my very good friends.

May 12th. The troops are in good condition again, fully recovered from the late mud campaign and waiting for some thing to turn up. In the meantime, the men, at least some of them, are gardening again, and the seeds planted early are, in fact, up and growing fast. Many changes have occurred amongst the commanding officers. Couch is to leave us, as we hear, on account of his distaste for present commanders. He has served with the Second corps since Sumner retired and is a very quiet, sensible, competent officer, but looks more like a Methodist minister than a soldier. Our own gallant Hancock takes the corps’ command, and Brigadier-General John C. Caldwell, now commanding the First brigade, will assume command of the division. Hooker’s successor has not been heard from so far, but, of course, he will not be retained in command.

The next morning, May 1st, we marched forward to Chancellorsville, where there was a small opening in the woods, and immediately began to manœuvre. Instead of giving an account of the movements of the troops myself, I shall here insert the official report of the general himself, which covers the whole ground, and is not to be found in any other publication.

Headquarters Third Brigade, Hancock’s Division, Second Corps,

Camp Near Falmouth, Va., May 12, 1863.

To Major John Hancock, A. A. G.

Major: I have the honor to submit the following report of the part taken by this brigade in the recent operations of the army of the Potomac.

On the 28th ult, we broke camp. On the evening of the 30th we crossed the Rappahannock at United States ford and bivouacked that night near Chancellorsville.

At noon on the 1st inst., the brigade marched out over the Fredericksburg and Gordonsville pike to a hill, in the direction of Fredericksburg, about a mile from the Chancellorsville house, where it was formed in two lines to the right of the road and the first brigade.

The Sixty-sixth New York and One Hundred and Fortieth Pennsylvana formed the first line and the Fifty-seventh and Fifty-second New York the second. Skirmishers were thrown out from the first line with instructions to remain under cover of the woods out of the enemy’s view. Subsequently Major Scott, of the division staff, in the name of the general, required of me a regiment to support the skirmish line, which he himself undertook to post. The Fifty-second New York were assigned to the performance of this duty, and by some mistake was deployed in full view of the enemy and within easy range of his batteries. Of course, the enemy opened fire upon the regiment with his artillery and advanced his infantry against it with such effect that twenty-four enlisted men out of one hundred and twenty-four, the total of the regiment, were killed or wounded without accomplishing any possible good.

Some time later I received orders to fall back with the brigade two hundred yards and await orders, which, however, were soon given, to hasten out of the woods, march rapidly towards the Chancellorsville House and re-form line of battle.

The line was formed in the best position the ground afforded, with one battery in front and another in rear. The fire of the latter injured one officer and several men of the One Hundred and Fortieth Pennsylvania by premature shell explosion.

After the repulse of the enemy, the brigade again advanced over the road by which it had just retired, and took position to its left at the foot of the ridge recently abandoned, forming a second line to the First brigade, General Caldwell’s. It remained here until 3 A.M. of the 2d, when it was again withdrawn to the Chancellorsville House. The enemy had shelled the position ineffectually during the early part of the night.

At sunrise the Fifty-seventh New York was detailed to picket near the ground just vacated by our lines. During the day it was frequently and determinedly attacked, but resisted successfully, killing and wounding many of the enemy. In the course of the morning a part of the Fifty-second was sent to its assistance, and, of course, shared the fighting and honor.

The remainder of the brigade at the same time marched towards the place of our first night’s bivouac to occupy a crest looking towards Fredericksburg, which they subsequently strengthened by rifle pits. At 10 A. M. the Sixty-sixth New York was detached to report to General Caldwell, and later in the day what remained of the Fifty-second was sent him also.

A battery enfilading my position threw a few shells about sunset, but fortunately without injury to the command. At 9 P. M. the Sixty-sixth and two companies of the One Hundred and Fortieth relieved the Fifty-seventh and the part of the Fifty-second which was on picket, the latter falling back to the rifle pits vacated by the Sixty-sixth on General Caldwell’s line. These pickets experienced severe fighting and considerable loss next day, especially when ordered to fall back.

On the morning of the 3d, some regiments having been withdrawn from the rifle pits on my right, the One Hundred and Fortieth was moved in that direction to maintain connection with those which remained. In this new position the regiment lost some men, killed and wounded by the enemy’s artillery. Lieutenant John Paden, Fifty-seventh New York, acting aide-de-camp, was wounded in the shoulder by a piece of shell at this place.

Subsequently the One Hundred and Fortieth was moved to the support of a battery on the right of the Chancellorsville House, the Fifth Maine.

Half an hour after taking this position the house caught fire. Being filled with our wounded, a company of the One Hundred and Fortieth was ordered to assist in their removal, which duty was well performed under very severe fire.

Another detail of forty men was made to bring off the guns of the battery above named, which had lost all its officers and nearly all its men and horses. This detail first drove two caissons into the woods out of the enemy’s sight and then returned and removed two guns to the same position. It was then and there they first saw men of any other brigade.

Some men of the Second brigade assisted part of the detail to bring off their guns, whilst the remainder went back for the other three, which they found some men of the Second and Fourth brigades endeavoring to remove. Lieutenant Linton, of the One Hundred and Fortieth, in charge of the detail, ordered some of his men to assist with each gun until they reached a place of safety, which was done.

The gun detail and that for the removal of the wounded necessarily left their arms with the regiment, which moved away in obedience to orders during their absence. In this way some rifles were lost, although many of the men and some of the officers carried off quite an arm load of pieces; conspicuous amongst the latter was Lieutenant Stokes, who abandoned his rations, blankets, etc., for the purpose.

On arriving upon the field near the White house, in rear of Chancellorsville, I found the other regiments of the brigade, the Fifty-second and Fifty-seventh, which had been operating under General Caldwell, as he informed me, with great credit, and the Sixty-sixth returned from picket.

These with the One Hundred and Fortieth were formed in line, in rear of General Caldwell’s brigade, in the new position of the left of the Third corps, where we remained until our withdrawal to the north bank of the river.

I am happy to express entire satisfaction with the conduct of my command and to return my thanks to Captain Rose and Lieutenants Favill, Broom, and Paden of my staff for their efficient assistance.

I am, Major,

Very respectfully, Your obedient servant,

S. K. Zook, Brigadier-General.

General Zook’s report was not forwarded to the War Department, as is usual, on account of the reference to Major Scott, which General Hancock deemed a reflection upon that officer, and as Zook stubbornly refused to change it, General Hancock sent it back again, and I have it now in my possession.

I was ordered to superintendent the dispositions of the Sixty-sixth and Fifty-second New York and rode with them to the edge of the woods, which was skirted by a little stream; on the other side of it the ground rose abruptly, forming a very steep hill, evidently commanding the ground occupied by our troops, the Chancellor house included. There was nothing in sight when we posted the skirmish line on the edge of the little stream; but as soon as this was done, Major Scott came along and ordered the line to advance to the crest of the hill over the open ground. They had hardly gone fifty yards when a heavy line of the enemy’s skirmishers came sweeping over the crest, directly in front, and upon seeing us immediately opened fire, to which we replied with so much spirit that they were compelled to halt, but in a few minutes a line of battle advanced to their support and obliged us to hastily fall back under cover of the woods, losing several men. As soon as the men crossed the stream, they were ordered to fall back slowly, contesting the woods as stubbornly as possible, while I rode back to the general to advise him of the situation. By this time the enemy had planted guns on the high ground we had just seen, and the woods I rode through were alive with bursting shells. Branches were torn off, and sometimes entire tops of trees came tumbling down. I managed to keep a fairly straight course in the thick wood, and soon ran into the general and his command, formed in two lines of battle, and it was only a short time before the rebel line came in sight and immediately opened fire. It is impossible to describe the tremendous noise made by the firing of so many thousands of men in heavy woods; the sound cannot get away easily, and so makes a continuous roar, while the smoke quickly obscures the ground between the contending forces, always leading to more or less uncertainty and requiring infinite skill and judgment on the part of commanding officers to conduct matters successfully.

In the course of the day, the rebel general Jackson moved swiftly across our front and swooped down upon our extreme right, held by General Howard, with the Eleventh corps of Dutchmen. Howard’s men had stacked arms and were playing cards and loitering about without any thought of danger, when the enemy sailed right into them, driving them like flocks of sheep. Our lines were so close together that the flying Dutchmen came in streams right up to our lines, and deaf to all entreaties many of them actually ran right across into the arms of the very men they were trying to avoid. It was really ludicrous. At last we faced about and drove them towards the ford. The line abandoned by the Eleventh corps was speedily re-established by fresh troops and Jackson’s advance repelled, in the doing of which the enemy sustained the loss of their renowned general, and thus their actual loss greatly exceeded ours. Stonewall Jackson has made the greatest reputation of any officer in either army thus far in the war, and we ourselves could not help feeling sorry for the loss of so brilliant a genius.

One of the sad scenes on the field when the Eleventh corps were in disorder was that of a man being led out of the fight with both his eyes laying out on his cheeks suspended by ligaments. A musket ball had traversed the rear of both eyes, forcing them out of their sockets; he passed close to me and I noticed he was able to talk. I thought it the most pitiable case I had ever seen. While standing amongst a group of officers a Whitworth solid shot came along, almost spent apparently; it was ricochetting over the ground, turning end on end, and seemed to be going so slowly that without thinking I put out my foot to stop it, when some one suddenly jerked me backwards; the ball struck an ambulance wheel a little behind us and smashed it all to pieces, the moral of which is never try to stop a cannon ball.

The scene about the Chancellor house at ten o’clock of the 3d beggars description. The open ground was covered with batteries; many of them had lost all their horses. A converging fire of the enemy’s guns from front, right, and left swept the ground; round shot and shell filled the air about us, and confusion reigned supreme. When the general and I rode up, after we had withdrawn the troops in rear of the road and house, we found the porch of the house full of officers; amongst them General Hooker himself, leaning against one of the pillars, apparently bewildered. A few moments after our arrival, the house took fire from a bursting shell. It was filled with wounded men who were safely removed by willing volunteers. In the midst of the tremendous noises of exploding shells and cracklin fire a couple of women rushed out of the building and fled to the rear, watched by thousands of men, not one of whom was not ready to sacrifice his own life to aid them in their flight for safety. As the general describes in his report, the final effort to remove the guns by hand and reform the line in rear of the house, I shall leave the matter here, only giving my opinion that the whole battle was mismanaged from beginning to end. If we had advanced in the direction of Fredericksburg and taken position on the open commanding ground, where all the troops could have been fought to advantage and our artillery used effectively, the result would have been very different.

While establishing the line in rear of the Chancellor House General Hancock, followed by his staff and General Zook and his staff, rode over the ground at the angle on the left down quite a declevity, where a rebel battery had the exact range. Shells flew all around and about us. One of them struck General Zook’s horse in the neck and carried away a piece weighing several pounds. The general was obliged to take an orderly’s horse, but very singularly his own horse lived for some time afterwards. It was interesting to see General Hancock ride along amidst this rain of shells utterly indifferent, not even ducking his head when one came close to him, which is a difficult thing to do, for one seems to do it involuntarily. General Hancock is in his element and at his best in the midst of a fight, which cannot be said of some of the general officers.

During the time we were on the south side of the river, our staff was without supplies and depended upon the orderlies and men for whatever we had to eat. At night we sat against a tree on our saddles, without fires and vainly endeavored to go to sleep or get into a comfortable position. It rained a good deal of the time, making matters much worse, but the three days passed and none of us was much the worse for our experience. The fact is, we are so tough and inured to exposure that we can stand anything. In the last position the men not employed dug holes in the sandy soil to escape the enemy’s shells, forming a gigantic rabbit warren. They protected themselves so well we had but few casualties.

Remained in this last position made impregnable by the industry of the troops until the night of the 5th, when we were ordered to recross the river and return to our winter quarters. Owing to the continued rainfall of the last two days all hands were liberally covered with mud and mighty glad to get out of the rain-soaked woods. The enemy had suffered too much in their frequent attempts to carry our lines to interfere with our movements in recrossing the river.

While we were engaged at Chancellorsville, Stoneman with the cavalry corps, made a diversion in the enemy’s rear by riding entirely around Lee’s army, to Richmond. He destroyed the Virginia Central Railroad from Gordonsville eastward, all the railroad equipment, cars, depots, telegraph, etc., for twenty miles or more; destroyed the Aquia and Richmond Railroad; all public and private stores they fell in with, and captured and took away mules, horses, and slaves in vast numbers. They went close to Richmond, causing the greatest consternation. The failure of so brilliant an opening on the part of the army of the Potomac is a great disappointment to us. General Hooker’s plans were excellent. Sedgwick, who crossed at Fredericksburg, was successful, and had we been properly handled and advanced towards that point on open ground, we might have gained a great victory, but we lacked the leader and are again looking for some one worthy of the army whose energies no defeat can tame.

We remained opposite Banks ford until April 30th, at 2 P. M., when we fell in, marched to the United States ford and crossed the river, bivouacking in a heavy timbered wilderness. The roads were frightful, and all hands became covered with mud. The headquarters ambulance in which our blankets, rations, etc., were carried, failed to come up, and we were obliged to sit around a weakly camp fire throughout the long, dark night, hungry, cold, and wretched.

Much to the astonishment and inconvenience of the whole army, we remained day after day, prepared to march, keeping up our stock of eight days’ rations, wagons packed, etc., until the 28th, two weeks almost, when at 7 A. M., we marched out of camp and headed for the woods lining the banks of the Rappahannock, bivouacking opposite Banks ford in dense pine woods. We were ordered to detail one regiment to guard the ford, and two others to open a road to the United States ford. Ordered the Sixty-sixth to the ford, and the Fifty-second and Fifty-seventh to build the road and three companies of the One Hundred and Fortieth Pennsylvania Volunteers to picket it as fast as the men opened it.

According to custom it began raining soon after dark, and continued throughout the night.

April 16th. The routine of camp life abruptly terminated to-day by receipt of orders to prepare for immediate service. We could scarcely believe that we were really going to leave our comfortable winter quarters and again take the field, but there it was, in black and white. “Troops to prepare at once eight days’ rations and one hundred and sixty rounds of ammunition to be issued.” The order was to leave extra clothing, camp equipage, etc., behind, the extra five days’ rations to be carried in knapsacks instead of clothing, etc.

We hear that General Hooker proposes to open the campaign by turning the flanks of the enemy, drawing him out of his entrenchments, and fighting him in the open. If the operation is successful, our camp equipage can easily be brought up whilst in case of a reverse we can simply fall back again to our starting place.

April 13, 1863. At last the long-looked for promotion has been made and Zook is no longer the colonel of the Fifty-seventh New York, but a flull-fledged brigadier general. His commission arrived in camp this morning, together with special orders, Headquarters, Army of the Potomac, No. 103, assigning him to the command of his old brigade. The first official act of the new general was the promulgation of the following order:

Headquarters, Third Brigade, First Division, Second Corps,

April 13, 1863.

Special Order No. 1:

The following named officers are announced as the staff of the general commanding the brigade:

Lieutenant J. M. Favill, Aide-de-Camp and A. A. A. General.

Lieutenant C. H. H. Broom, Aide-de-Camp.

Captain L. L. Rose, A. C. S., Brigade Commissiary.

Captain Leffingwell, A. Q. M., Brigade Quartermaster.

Captain James D. Brady, Sixty-third New York, Assistant Inspector-General.

They will be obeyed and respected accordingly.

By order of

Brigadier-general S. K. Zook.

J. M. Favill, Lieutenant, A. D. C. and A. A. G.

The usual report made to the Secretary of War upon acceptance of a military commission, states that he was born at Chester, Pa., March 27, 1822, so he is about forty-one years of age, in the very prime of manhood. He served a long apprenticeship at soldiering in the militia. In 1842 he was major of the One Hundredth Pennsylvania regiment, and, subsequently, on his removal to New York City, became an officer of the Sixth New York militia, and on May 19, 1857, was commissioned major in that command, holding that rank at the opening of hostilities in 1861. On the return of the Sixth regiment from the three months’ service with which he served he was commissioned by Governor Morgan of New York colonel of volunteers, and assigned to the command of the Fifty-seventh infantry. He has a remarkable faculty in the topographical line and can find his way in almost any part of the country, where most others would be hopelessly lost. He gained this knowledge as superintendent of the Western Union Telegraph Company in the South and Southwest, where under his supervision most of their lines were put up. It is a valuable experience and has many times stood him in good stead.

The general is popular, a magnificent drill officer, an excellent soldier, and richly deserves his promotion. He received the hearty congratulations of the officers of the division and is very modest in his bearing. General Hancock immediately contributed a pair of stars, which we lost no time in sewing on his coat, taking, I think, more pride in them than the general did himself.

Upon my appointment as aide-de-camp, I resigned my commission as adjutant, and Broom resigned his commission of quartermaster in the Fifty-seventh, and we were succeeded, respectively, by Lieutenants Case and Snyder.

The general has promised to recommend me to the President for assistant adjutant-general, but wants to wait to see if he can get transferred to the West, which he is in love with. Admires Grant and Sherman, and thinks there is much more chance for an independent command out there than in this army. As an aide-de-camp he can take me wherever he goes, but not as an assistant adjutant-general, who belongs to the troops, and not to the general. In the meantime, I am to assume the duties of assistant adjutant-general, in addition to those of aide-de-camp. I hope we may soon get transferred to pastures new.

The weather is most extraordinary, throughout February, March and up to this time, April 10th, it has been just like spring. Many of the men have laid out flower gardens, and some have even planted seeds and beguile themselves into believing it possible they may remain to see them grow. The fields and adjacent woods are full of wild flowers and many of them have been transferred to the soldier’s plots, especially the bluet, a tiny, modest flower, which here covers with its beauty the banks and shady nooks of woods. The dainty anemone, which grows profusely in damp places, is also much in evidence; these garden patches look very pretty, and are much thought of.

Cicero considers that a garden is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man, without which, he says, “buildings and palaces are but gross handiworks,” which proves that men’s tastes are much to-day what they were nineteen centuries ago.

March 17th. This being St. Patrick’s day, or the 17th of Ireland, as the men call it, General Meagher and staff celebrated by giving a steeplechase on the parade ground of the division. A course was carefully laid out, ditches dug, hurdles erected, and valuable prizes offered to the contestants. The conditions were simply that none but commissioned officers of the division could ride, which was sufficiently liberal. A crowd of officers presented themselves aspirants for honors, as well as prizes. Meagher, glorious in fancy undress uniform liberally covered with gold braid, and followed by a jolly lot of staff officers, rode about the course, master of all he surveyed. He is a very good horseman. Most of the general officers of the army, with their many lady friends, were invited, resulting in a magnificent crowd. Amongst many notables riding in the train of the commander-in-chief, was the Princess Salm Salm, a beautiful and fearless horse woman. When she first came on the ground, she rode her horse up to a five foot hurdle and nonchalantly took a standing jump, clearing it handsomely. Hooker looked superb, followed by a great crowd of staff officers and retinue of mounted ladies.

The race was a great success, there being many falls, many horses injured and a lot of riders. Wilson, of Hancock’s staff, rode, and although getting one or two bad falls, managed to pull through, and win one of the prizes. Jack Garcon the O’Malley dragoon aide, won first prize and was fully entitled to it. The course was surrounded by thousands, kept in order by guards posted entirely around the field. In the evening General Meagher gave a reception, and of course, all the brigade and other commanders, with their staffs, were invited. Zook, Broom, and I attended, but the pace was too fast for Zook and so we retired early, leaving Broom, who is quite equal to every emergency of this sort, to do the honors.

Within a large hospital tent, mounted upon a table in the center, stood an immense punch bowl filled to the brim with the strongest punch I ever tasted. All were invited to partake and such a gathering of jolly, handsomely dressed fellows, I never saw before. The Irish brigade was in its glory. It understood the situation, was master of it, and quite immortalized itself.

There was the inevitable quarrel. How could it, otherwise, have been complete? The general and the brigade surgeon ended in challenging each other to mortal combat, and for a time matters assumed a threatening aspect. The following morning, however, when the effects of the nectar had subsided, the surgeon apologized in due form, and peace resumed her loving sway.

Mitchell, of Hancock’s staff, was in high feather, and might easily have been mistaken for one of the festive brigade.