CHAPTER VIII.

LINCOLN'S LACONIC DESPATCH—CAPTURING LEE'S SUPPLIES—DELIGHTED

ENGINEERS—THE CONFEDERATES' LAST EFFORT—A FLAG OF TRUCE—GENERAL GEARY'S

"LAST DITCH" ABSURDITY—MEETING OF GRANT AND LEE—THE SURRENDER—ESTIMATE

OF GENERAL GRANT.

The first report of the battle of Sailor's Creek that General Grant

received was, as already stated, an oral message carried by Colonel

Price, of my staff. Near midnight I sent a despatch giving the names

of the generals captured. These were Ewell, Kershaw, Barton, Corse,

Dubose, and Custis Lee. In the same despatch I wrote: "If the thing is

pressed, I think that Lee will surrender." When Mr. Lincoln, at City

Point, received this word from General Grant, who was transmitting

every item of news to the President, he telegraphed Grant the laconic

message: "Let the thing be pressed." The morning of the 7th we moved

out at a very early hour, Crook's division marching toward Farmville in

direct pursuit, while Merritt and Mackenzie were ordered to Prince

Edward's Court House to anticipate any effort Lee might make to escape

through that place toward Danville since it had been discovered that

Longstreet had slipped away already from the front of General Ord's

troops at Rice's Station. Crook overtook the main body of the

Confederates at Farmville, and promptly attacked their trains on the

north side of the Appomattox with Gregg's brigade, which was fiercely

turned upon and forced to re-cross the river with the loss of a number

of prisoner's, among them Gregg himself. When Crook sent word of this

fight, it was clear that Lee had abandoned all effort to escape to the

southwest by way of Danville. Lynchburg was undoubtedly his objective

point now; so, resolving to throw my cavalry again across his path, and

hold him till the infantry could overtake him, I directed everything on

Appomattox depot, recalling Crook the night of the 7th to Prospect

Station, while Merritt camped at Buffalo Creek, and Mackenzie made a

reconnoissance along the Lynchburg railroad.

At break of day, April 8, Merritt and Mackenzie united with Crook at

Prospect Station, and the cavalry all moved then toward Appomattox

depot. Hardly had it started when one of the scouts—Sergeant

White—informed me that there were four trains of cars at the depot

loaded with supplies for Lee's army; these had been sent from

Lynchburg, in compliance with the telegram of Lee's commissary-general,

which message, it will be remembered, was captured and transmitted to

Lynchburg by two of Young's scouts on the 4th. Sergeant White, who had

been on the lookout for the trains ever since sending the despatch,

found them several miles west of Appomattox depot feeling their way

along, in ignorance of Lee's exact position. As he had the original

despatch with him, and took pains to dwell upon the pitiable condition

of Lee's army, he had little difficulty in persuading the men in charge

of the trains to bring them east of Appomattox Station, but fearing

that the true state of affairs would be learned before long, and the

trains be returned to Lynchburg, he was painfully anxious to have them

cut off by breaking the track west of the station.

The intelligence as to the trains was immediately despatched to Crook,

and I pushed on to join him with Merritt's command. Custer having the

advance, moved rapidly, and on nearing the station detailed two

regiments to make a detour southward to strike the railroad some

distance beyond and break the track. These regiments set off at a

gallop, and in short order broke up the railroad enough to prevent the

escape of the trains, Custer meanwhile taking possession of the

station, but none too soon, for almost at the moment he did so the

advance-guard of Lee's army appeared, bent on securing the trains.

Without halting to look after the cars further, Custer attacked this

advance-guard and had a spirited fight, in which he drove the

Confederates away from the station, captured twenty-five pieces of

artillery, a hospital train, and a large park of wagons, which, in the

hope that they would reach Lynchburg next day, were being pushed ahead

of Lee's main body.

Devin coming up a little before dusk, was put in on the right of

Custer, and one of Crook's brigades was sent to our left and the other

two held in reserve. I then forced the enemy back on the Appomattox

road to the vicinity of the Court House, and that the Confederates

might have no rest, gave orders to continue the skirmishing throughout

the night. Meanwhile the captured trains had been taken charge of by

locomotive engineers, soldiers of the command, who were delighted

evidently to get back at their old calling. They amused themselves by

running the trains to and fro, creating much confusion, and keeping up

such an unearthly screeching with the whistles that I was on the point

of ordering the cars burned. They finally wearied of their fun,

however, and ran the trains off to the east toward General Ord's

column.

The night of the 8th I made my headquarters at a little frame house

just south of the station. I did not sleep at all, nor did anybody

else, the entire command being up all night long; indeed, there had

been little rest in the, cavalry for the past eight days. The

necessity of getting Ord's column up was so obvious now that

staff-officer after staff-officer was sent to him and to General Grant

requesting that the infantry be pushed on, for if it could get to the

front, all knew that the rebellion would be ended on the morrow.

Merritt, Crook, Custer, and Devin were present at frequent intervals

during the night, and everybody was overjoyed at the prospect that our

weary work was about to end so happily. Before sun-up General Ord

arrived, and informed me of the approach of his column, it having been

marching the whole night. As he ranked me, of course I could give him

no orders, so after a hasty consultation as to where his troops should

be placed we separated, I riding to the front to overlook my line near

Appomattox Court House, while he went back to urge along his weary

troops.

The night before General Lee had held a council with his principal

generals, when it was arranged that in the morning General Gordon

should undertake to break through my cavalry, and when I neared my

troops this movement was beginning, a heavy line of infantry bearing

down on us from the direction of the village. In front of Crook and

Mackenzie firing had already begun, so riding to a slight elevation

where a good view of the Confederates could be had, I there came to the

conclusion that it would be unwise to offer more resistance than that

necessary to give Ord time to form, so I directed Merritt to fall back,

and in retiring to shift Devin and Custer to the right so as to make

room for Ord, now in the woods to my rear. Crook, who with his own and

Mackenzie's divisions was on my extreme left covering some by-roads,

was ordered to hold his ground as long as practicable without

sacrificing his men, and, if forced to retire, to contest with

obstinacy the enemy's advance.

As already stated, I could not direct General Ord's course, he being my

senior, but hastily galloping back to where he was, at the edge of the

timber, I explained to him what was taking place at the front.

Merritt's withdrawal inspired the Confederates, who forthwith began to

press Crook, their line of battle advancing with confidence till it

reached the crest whence I had reconnoitred them. From this ground

they could see Ord's men emerging from the woods, and the hopelessness

of a further attack being plain, the gray lines instinctively halted,

and then began to retire toward a ridge immediately fronting Appomattox

Court House, while Ord, joined on his right by the Fifth Corps,

advanced on them over the ground that Merritt had abandoned.

I now directed my steps toward Merritt, who, having mounted his

troopers, had moved them off to the right, and by the time I reached

his headquarters flag he was ready for work, so a move on the enemy's

left was ordered, and every guidon was bent to the front. As the

cavalry marched along parallel with the Confederate line, and in toward

its left, a heavy fire of artillery opened on us, but this could not

check us at such a time, and we soon reached some high ground about

half a mile from the Court House, and from here I could see in the low

valley beyond the village the bivouac undoubtedly of Lee's army. The

troops did not seem to be disposed in battle order, but on the other

side of the bivouac was a line of battle—a heavy

rear-guard—confronting, presumably, General Meade.

I decided to attack at once, and formations were ordered at a trot for

a charge by Custer's and Devin's divisions down the slope leading to

the camps. Custer was soon ready, but Devin's division being in rear

its formation took longer, since he had to shift further to the right;

Devin's preparations were, therefore, but partially completed when an

aide-decamp galloped up to with the word from Custer, "Lee has

surrendered; do not charge; the white flag is up." The enemy

perceiving that Custer was forming for attack, had sent the flag out to

his front and stopped the charge just in time. I at once sent word of

the truce to General Ord, and hearing nothing more from Custer himself,

I supposed that he had gone down to the Court House to join a mounted

group of Confederates that I could see near there, so I, too, went

toward them, galloping down a narrow ridge, staff and orderlies

following; but we had not got half way to the Court House when, from a

skirt of timber to our right, not more than three hundred yards

distant, a musketry fire was opened on us. This halted us, when,

waving my hat, I called out to the firing party that we were under a

truce, and they were violating it. This did not stop them, however, so

we hastily took shelter in a ravine so situated as to throw a ridge

between us and the danger.

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We traveled in safety down this depression to its mouth, and thence by

a gentle ascent approached the Court House. I was in advance, followed

by a sergeant carrying my battleflag. When I got within about a

hundred and fifty yards of the enemy's line, which was immediately in

front of the Court House, some of the Confederates leveled their pieces

at us, and I again halted. Their officers kept their men from firing,

however, but meanwhile a single-handed contest had begun behind me, for

on looking back I heard a Confederate soldier demanding my battle-flag

from the color-bearer, thinking, no doubt, that we were coming in as

prisoners. The sergeant had drawn his sabre and was about to cut the

man down, but at a word from me he desisted and carried the flag back

to my staff, his assailant quickly realizing that the boot was on the

other leg.

These incidents determined me to remain where I was till the return of

a staff-officer whom I had sent over to demand an explanation from the

group of Confederates for which I had been heading. He came back in a

few minutes with apologies for what had occurred, and informed me that

General Gordon and General Wilcox were the superior officers in the

group. As they wished me to join them I rode up with my staff, but we

had hardly met when in front of Merritt firing began. At the sound I

turned to General Gordon, who seemed embarrassed by the occurrence, and

remarked: "General, your men fired on me as I was coming over here, and

undoubtedly they are treating Merritt and Custer the same way. We

might as well let them fight it out." He replied, "There must be some

mistake." I then asked, "Why not send a staff-officer and have your

people cease firing; they are violating the flag." He answered, "I have

no staff-officer to send." Whereupon I said that I would let him have

one of mine, and calling for Lieutenant Vanderbilt Allen, I directed

him to carry General Gordon's orders to General Geary, commanding a

small brigade of South Carolina cavalry, to discontinue firing. Allen

dashed off with the message and soon delivered it, but was made a

prisoner, Geary saying, "I do not care for white flags: South

Carolinians never surrender...." By this time Merritt's patience being

exhausted, he ordered an attack, and this in short order put an end to

General Geary's "last ditch" absurdity, and extricated Allen from his

predicament.

When quiet was restored Gordon remarked: "General Lee asks for a

suspension of hostilities pending the negotiations which he is having

with General Grant." I rejoined: "I have been constantly informed of

the progress of the negotiations, and think it singular that while such

discussions are going on, General Lee should have continued his march

and attempted to break through my lines this morning. I will entertain

no terms except that General Lee shall surrender to General Grant on

his arrival here. If these terms are not accepted we will renew

hostilities." Gordon replied: "General Lee's army is exhausted. There

is no doubt of his surrender to General Grant."

It was then that General Ord joined us, and after shaking hands all

around, I related the situation to him, and Gordon went away agreeing

to meet us again in half an hour. When the time was up he came back

accompanied by General Longstreet, who brought with him a despatch, the

duplicate of one that had been sent General Grant through General

Meade's lines back on the road over which Lee had been retreating.

General Longstreet renewed the assurances that already had been given

by Gordon, and I sent Colonel Newhall with the despatch to find General

Grant and bring him to the front. When Newhall started, everything on

our side of the Appomattox Court House was quiet, for inevitable

surrender was at hand, but Longstreet feared that Meade, in ignorance

of the new conditions on my front might attack the Confederate

rearguard. To prevent this I offered to send Colonel J. W. Forsyth

through the enemy's lines to let Meade know of my agreement, for he too

was suspicious that by a renewed correspondence Lee was endeavoring to

gain time for escape. My offer being accepted, Forsyth set out

accompanied by Colonel Fairfax, of Longstreet's staff, and had no

difficulty in accomplishing his mission.

About five or six miles from Appomattox, on the road toward Prospect

Station near its intersection with the Walker's Church road, my

adjutant-general, Colonel Newhall, met General Grant, he having started

from north of the Appomattox River for my front the morning of April 9,

in consequence of the following despatches which had been sent him the

night before, after we had captured Appomattox Station and established

a line intercepting Lee:

"CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS, April 8, 1865—9:20 P. M.

"LIEUTENANT-GENERAL U. S. GRANT,

"Commanding Armies of the U. S.

"General: I marched early this morning from Buffalo Creek and Prospect

Station on Appomattox Station, where my scouts had reported trains of

cars with supplies for Lee's army. A short time before dark General

Custer, who had the advance, made a dash at the station, capturing four

trains of supplies with locomotives. One of the trains was burned and

the others were run back toward Farmville for security. Custer then

pushed on toward Appomattox Court House, driving the enemy—who kept up

a heavy fire of artillery—charging them repeatedly and capturing, as

far as reported, twenty-five pieces of artillery and a number of

prisoners and wagons. The First Cavalry Division supported him on the

right. A reconnoissance sent across the Appomattox reports the enemy

moving on the Cumberland road to Appomattox Station, where they expect

to get supplies. Custer is still pushing on. If General Gibbon and

the Fifth Corps can get up to-night, we will perhaps finish the job in

the morning. I do not think Lee means to surrender until compelled to

do so.

"P. H. SHERIDAN, Major-General."

"HEADQUARTERS CAVALRY, April 8, 1865—9:40 p.m.

"LIEUTENANT-GENERAL U. S. GRANT.

"Commanding Armies U. S.

"GENERAL: Since writing the accompanying despatch, General Custer

reports that his command has captured in all thirty-five pieces of

artillery, one thousand prisoners—including one general officer—and

from one hundred and fifty to two hundred wagons.

"P. H. SHERIDAN, Major-General."

In attempting to conduct the lieutenant-general and staff back by a

short route, Newhall lost his bearings for a time, inclining in toward

the enemy's lines too far, but regained the proper direction without

serious loss of time. General Grant arrived about 1 o'clock in the

afternoon, Ord and I, dismounted, meeting him at the edge of the town,

or crossroads, for it was little more. He remaining mounted, spoke

first to me, saying simply,

"How are you, Sheridan?" I assured him with thanks that I was

"first-rate," when, pointing toward the village, he asked, "Is General

Lee up there?" and I replied: "There is his army down in that valley,

and he himself is over in that house (designating McLean's house)

waiting to surrender to you." The General then said, "Come, let us go

over," this last remark being addressed to both Ord and me. We two then

mounted and joined him, while our staff-officers followed,

intermingling with those of the general-in-chief as the cavalcade took

its way to McLean's house near by, and where General Lee had arrived

some time before, in consequence of a message from General Grant

consenting to the interview asked for by Lee through Meade's front that

morning—the consent having been carried by Colonel Babcock.

When I entered McLean's house General Lee was standing, as was also his

military secretary, Colonel Marshall, his only staff-officer present.

General Lee was dressed in a new uniform and wore a handsome sword.

His tall, commanding form thus set off contrasted strongly with the

short figure of General Grant, clothed as he was in a soiled suit,

without sword or other insignia of his position except a pair of dingy

shoulder-straps. After being presented, Ord and I, and nearly all of

General Grant's staff, withdrew to await the agreement as to terms, and

in a little while Colonel Babcock came to the door and said, "The

surrender had been made; you can come in again."

When we re-entered General Grant was writing; and General Lee, having

in his hand two despatches, which I that morning requested might be

returned, as I had no copies of them, addressed me with the remark: "I

am sorry. It is probable that my cavalry at that point of the line did

not fully understand the agreement." These despatches had been sent in

the forenoon, after the fighting had been stopped, notifying General

Lee that some of his cavalry in front of Crook was violating the

suspension of hostilities by withdrawing. About 3 o'clock in the

afternoon the terms of surrender were written out and accepted, and

General Lee left the house, as he departed cordially shaking hands with

General Grant. A moment later he mounted his chunky gray horse, and

lifting his hat as he passed out of the yard, rode off toward his army,

his arrival there being announced to us by cheering, which, as it

progressed, varying in loudness, told he was riding through the bivouac

of the Army of Northern Virginia.

The surrender of General Lee practically ended the war of the

rebellion. For four years his army had been the main-stay of the

Confederacy; and the marked ability with which he directed its

operations is evidenced both by his frequent successes and the length

of time he kept up the contest. Indeed, it may be said that till

General Grant was matched against him, he never met an opponent he did

not vanquish, for while it is true that defeat was inflicted on the

Confederates at Antietam and Gettysburg, yet the fruits of these

victories were not gathered, for after each of these battles Lee was

left unmolested till he had a chance to recuperate.

The assignment of General Grant to the command of the Union armies in

the winter of 1863-64 gave presage of success from the start, for his

eminent abilities had already been proved, and besides, he was a tower

of strength to the Government, because he had the confidence of the

people. They knew that henceforth systematic direction would be given

to our armies in every section of the vast territory over which active

operations were being prosecuted, and further, that this coherence,

this harmony of plan, was the one thing needed to end the war, for in

the three preceding years there had been illustrated most lamentable

effects of the absence of system. From the moment he set our armies in

motion simultaneously, in the spring of 1864, it could be seen that we

should be victorious ultimately, for though on different lines we were

checked now and then, yet we were harassing the Confederacy at so many

vital points that plainly it must yield to our blows. Against Lee's

army, the forefront of the Confederacy, Grant pitted himself; and it

may be said that the Confederate commander was now, for the first time,

overmatched, for against all his devices—the products of a mind fertile

in defense—General Grant brought to bear not only the wealth of

expedient which had hitherto distinguished him, but also an

imperturbable tenacity, particularly in the Wilderness and on the march

to the James, without which the almost insurmountable obstacles of that

campaign could not have been overcome. During it and in the siege of

Petersburg he met with many disappointments—on several occasions the

shortcomings of generals, when at the point of success, leading to

wretched failures. But so far as he was concerned, the only apparent

effect of these discomfitures was to make him all the more determined

to discharge successfully the stupendous trust committed to his care,

and to bring into play the manifold resources of his well ordered

military mind. He guided every subordinate then, and in the last days

of the rebellion, with a fund of common sense and superiority of

intellect, which have left an impress so distinct as to exhibit his

great personality. When his military history is analyzed after the

lapse of years, it will show, even more clearly than now, that during

these as well as in his previous campaigns he was the steadfast Centre

about and on which everything else turned.

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