THE BOMBARDMENT OF VICKSBURG.
Because of the similarity of scenes now transpiring on the Western front
in France I am tempted to describe a scene that occurred and that I
witnessed during the siege of Vicksburg in July, 1862. My regiment (4th
Ky.) had been detailed and sent on detached service down to Warrenton,
some miles below Vicksburg, leaving in camp a number of sick that were
unable to go, among whom was Capt. Bramblett and myself. On the morning
of the 15th of July just at sunrise, suddenly, unexpectedly, as if the
infernal regions had suffered an eruption, the earth rocked and
trembled, the Heavens seemed pierced and rent with the roar and thunder
of cannon of all sizes, mortars from gunboats, siege guns, land
batteries and everything of a terrifying and destructive character, that
man was capable of inventing appeared to be turned loose, an explanation
of which no one would venture to make.
Directly however, news came that the Confederate ram "Arkansas" had run
the blockade of the upper fleet of federal gunboats and transports, and
was lying at the wharf in Vicksburg. The news was magical on some of us
sick fellows, and myself and Sergeant Knox started immediately, without
breakfast, to see the wonder and learn the news of the exciting episode.
Arriving at the wharf we soon saw the cause of the terrible outburst of
excitement and terror.
The Arkansas had been constructed at Yazoo City. Whisperings of its
existence and probable descent upon the blockading fleet in the
Mississippi had been heard for sometime, and now we could see the
monster (so to speak) in her grim and battered condition with numerous
holes in her smoke stack, made by shots from the enemy's guns, and a
large piece torn out of her cast prow. Her crew was composed of the most
daring despicable smoke-begrimed, looking set I ever beheld, but who
were elated at their successful victory. It was both interesting and
amusing to hear them discussing their recent experiences.
That night the world went wild and pandemonium reigned supreme in and
around Vicksburg; for every gun and mortar in both the upper and lower
fleets turned loose every element of hell and terror they possessed,
with the seeming determination to destroy everything in and around the
devoted old city. The Confederate siege-guns with "Whistling Dick" for
leader joining in the grand Orchestral chorus of ruin and chaos.
The scene was the most spectacular and pyrotechnical event of the war
and has never been equaled unless it has occurred in the awful
experiences on the Western front or at the Dardanelles. It was sublimely
grand and tests the wildest imagination of the mind to describe it.
The air was literally burdened, with ascending and descending shells
which were easily traced in their course upward and downward, shells
from the upper and lower fleets, crossing each other in their flight
Heavenward, before they reached their zenith, others in their downward
course and a few at the apex and still others, that failed to explode
reached the ground destroying everything with which they came in
contact. The flashes from these guns illumined the surroundings for
miles, and reminded you of a terrific thunderstorm with continuous
flashes of lightning. Every color of the rainbow could be seen in this
terrible and grand display. Balloon shaped clouds of smoke from
exploding shells could be seen, floating slowly, softly, through the
air, adding amazement and wonder to the grand aerial tragedy taking
place in the Heavens.
In reading of the terrific bombardments in the great war now raging, and
comprehending these descriptions and pictures, I count myself no
stranger, and this scene I have attempted to describe I am sure will
compare favorably with anything in the great world-war of today. Not
all the wonders and terrors of war are yours, boys! Some of us older
warriors have seen something of war too. But it's all grand and
glorious, isn't it boys?