CHAPTER XIX. SURRENDER OF LEXINGTON--PRICE'S RETREAT AND FREmont's

advance.

|To the lack of ammunition and provisions, the stench of the dead

animals, the immense preponderance in numbers of the enemy, the

abundance of hemp with which the rebels could construct breastworks, the

beleaguered garrison had to face an additional horror--that of thirst.

As before stated, the fortification was at some distance from the river,

and within the limits of the fortification there were two cisterns,

which were soon exhausted, and just outside the lines were two springs,

which afforded a scanty supply, the rest being taken from the river. As

soon as the besiegers ascertained this state of affairs they proceeded

to cut off the supply of water, which they were able to do with their

greatly superior numbers.

All communication with the river was severed, and then a force was

posted in a position to fire on anybody who went to get water at the

springs. Men can fight under great privations of food and with short

supplies of ammunition, but they cannot fight against thirst. So

determined were the men to hold out, that during a heavy rain on the

second night after the siege began every tent and wagon cover was spread

to catch as much water as possible; in this way a great amount was

secured, and more was obtained by spreading blankets, and afterward

wringing them out.

Twice a white flag was raised on the ramparts without the authority of

Colonel Mulligan, and immediately hauled down as soon as he learned of

it. A third time it was raised, also without his authority; but when he

considered the sufferings of his men and found there was no prospect

of relief, he consented to surrender, and negotiations were begun

immediately. Unconditional surrender were the terms demanded by the

besiegers, and under the circumstances the besieged were forced to

accept them. They piled their arms and handed over their colors. Colonel

Mulligan wept as he gave up his command, and many of his men fairly

rolled on the ground in their rage at having been defeated. But it was

practically impossible that they could hold out any longer, and the

surrender was certainly in the interests of humanity.

The losses were less than might have been expected in a fight that

lasted from the eleventh to the twentieth of September, though it must

be remembered that for the first few days it was not very energetically

pushed by the besiegers. The water supply was cut off on the seventeenth

and from that time to the twentieth the garrison had no water beyond

what they caught in blankets, tents and wagon-covers in the rain that

has been mentioned. Less than two hundred were killed and wounded on the

Union side, and about the same number on that of the rebels. Each side

claimed to have inflicted a greater loss on the enemy than it sustained

itself, a circumstance which has been more or less intimately connected

with warfare since the world began.

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Immediately after the surrender the rebels swarmed around the prisoners,

and while some treated them kindly, others heaped abuse upon them, and

if the Unionists had not already laid down their arms there would have

been a good prospect of a renewal of the fight. The prisoners were

paroled not to take up arms against the Confederacy until regularly

exchanged, and then they were set across the Missouri river and marched

to a point near the Hannibal and St. Joseph Railway and told to go where

they pleased. During this march they were in charge of General Rains and

his brigade, and most of them testified to the kindness of the soldiers

of Rain's Brigade and of the people along the road they traveled.

After the surrender Lexington was a lively place. With nearly thirty

thousand victorious rebel soldiery in the town, and many of these

soldiers filled with whisky, in addition to being flushed with victory,

the streets were anything but quiet and orderly. The officers of the

Confederates were gentlemanly enough, but as for the soldiers they were

anything but well-behaved. It required all the authority of the officers

to keep the men from breaking loose and setting the town on fire or

committing some other folly or barbarity. In some instances it became

necessary to order the men out of town and form camps three or four

miles away, which no one could leave without express permission.

There was the same lack of uniforms that had characterized the troops at

Wilson's Creek, only a few hundreds of all the army under General Price

having been able to obtain the Confederate gray. Some of the generals

and colonels were uniformed, but many were not, and wore their civilian

dress, with cloth shoulder-straps to indicate their rank. Many of the

soldiers fought quite independently of all command, and took their

positions wherever they were best suited.

An eye-witness of the siege said that the mode of fighting was well

illustrated by something that came under his observation. There was an

old Texan, dressed in a buckskin suit and armed with a hunting-rifle of

the kind in use on the plains before the war. About seven o'clock every

morning this Texan used to go to the Confederate breastworks, carrying

his dinner in a tin pail. He hunted around for a good position till he

found one, and then he fired away whenever he saw a head until the sun

showed the meridian.

Promptly at noon he knocked off for an hour and ate his dinner. Then he

went to work again and kept at it till six o'clock, when he went home to

supper and to spend the night in peaceful sleep. Morning saw him at his

post again; and thus he continued at his daily task till the surrender

took place. There were a good many independent warriors of this sort,

and if they did not kill many of their adversaries it was because the

latter kept their heads out of range.

As soon as Lexington was surrendered Price turned his attention to

gathering supplies and recruits from the rich and populous counties

along the river. While he was engaged at this business, General Fremont

assembled an army at Jefferson City for the purpose of heading him off.

A portion of Fremont's army marched from Jefferson City to Tipton and

Syracuse, while the balance was sent forward by railway to the same

point. It was intended to march from these points to Springfield and

reoccupy the place, which Lyon's army had been compelled to give up in

August after the reverse at Wilson's Creek.

At the same time the garrison of Rolla was strengthened, and a

column was ordered to move from that point to join the main force at

Springfield. This movement promised to give occupation to Jack and

Harry, who had been chafing at their inactivity while preparations were

in progress. True, they had scouting expeditions occasionally, but

as they did not succeed in finding any enemy, except in a very few

instances, there was not enough to make the life of the camp at all

exciting.

Movements were delayed by a lack of supplies and transportation, and

it was not till the middle of October that the Union forces took the

offensive. In the main column from Tipton and Syracuse, General Sigel's

division had the advance; while the other commanders were waiting for

transportation Sigel scoured the country and picked up everything that

could be of use. His wagon-train when he started was one of the funniest

things of the kind ever known; there were some army wagons of the

regulation pattern, but there were more emigrant wagons, such as are

used by pioneers seeking new homes in the far West beyond the lines of

railway, and where steamboats are unknown.

Then he had stage-coaches, family-carriages, drays, hay-carts, in

fact all the kinds of vehicles known to that part of the country, and

whenever a pack-saddle was found it was taken along. And the motive

power was as varied as the vehicles to be moved; it comprised mules and

horses as a matter of course, and it also included oxen, and even cows

where the latter were found docile enough to be yoked or harnessed.

There was a rumor that some of Sigel's men attempted to harness up a

drove of pigs; that they took the pigs along there can be no reasonable

doubt, but probably for some other purpose than breaking them in as

draft animals. However burdensome to carry a pig may be, he has never

been found a satisfactory beast of burden.

Before Fremont could get his army in motion, Price had taken the alarm

and evacuated Lexington. He was too wily to wait till his enemy could

get in front of him to cut him off, and the most that Fremont could hope

for was that Price would make a stand in the neighborhood of Springfield

and give chance for a battle.

Fremont did not encounter any enemy on his southward march until he

was in the neighborhood of Springfield. When within fifty miles of that

place he sent forward two companies of his body-guard, comprising about

one hundred and fifty men, under the command of Major Zagonyi, and

composed of most excellent materials for a cavalry squadron. The members

of the body-guard were from the best class of young men of St. Louis

and Cincinnati. From the completeness of the body-guard's outfit and

the dashing appearance it presented, it was derisively known as the

kid-gloved regiment. It consisted of four companies of cavalry, and the

intention was to increase it to a full regiment of ten companies, an

intention never carried out. After the removal of Fremont the famous

organization was sent to St. Louis and disbanded.

Well, the body-guard got within eight miles of Springfield without

seeing the enemy, but at that distance from town it found a brigade of

infantry, with some cavalry, drawn up to receive them. Major Zagonyi

ordered a charge, and it was made in gallant style. It was like the

charge of the Light Brigade at Balaklava--it was magnificent, but it

was not war. The enemy was routed and the town was occupied only to

be abandoned as soon as night came on, for the very natural fear of

a surprise, which might easily have been disastrous to the seventy or

eighty men that remained of Zagonyi's command, the rest having been

killed, wounded, or scattered in the fight. Fifteen were killed and

twenty-seven wounded, and fully fifty horses were killed or rendered

useless by reason of wounds and over-riding.

Jack and Harry discussed the affair, when the news reached them, with

the coolness and critical air of major-generals.

“What was the use of such a charge as that?” said Jack, with his eye

fixed on Harry as though he would pierce him.

“It was a splendid fight,” was the reply, “and did great credit to the

men that made it.”

“Nobody says it did n't,” responded Jack; “but just look at the waste

of life, and nothing to show for it. The rebels were preparing to leave

Springfield; in fact, the two thousand that Zagonyi says he encountered

were only the rear-guard of Price's army, and when our army came along

it could have occupied the town, as it afterwards did, without any

opposition. The lives of those soldiers were just thrown away, and it

is n't the only time men have been sacrificed just to enable somebody

to show off.” Harry nodded assent, and the conversation shifted to other

topics.

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