Civil War Experiences With the New York Cavalry Under Bayard, Gregg, Kilpatrick, Custer, Raulston & Newberry 1862-1864

The American Civil War from the saddle

The author of this book was just 17 years old when the shells began to fall on Fort Sumter heralding the coming storm of the American Civil War. Determined to play his part he rushed to enlist in the Zouaves, but instead found himself in the ranks of the New York Cavalry. Although he ‘started at the bottom’ his zeal earned him successive promotions and a rapid commission as an officer. Meyer’s absorbing first hand account takes the reader to war in the ranks of the troopers in blue on many campaigns and battlefields of the American Civil War including Second Bull Run, the Stoneman Raid, Brandy Station, Aldie, Middleburgh, Upperville, Bucklands Mill and many others. Henry Meyer combines the activities of his regiment with intimate accounts of his own experiences to create a fine eyewitness view of the war of the Union horse soldiers. Available in softcover and hardcover with dust jacket.

It was a bright October afternoon and one could see for a considerable distance ahead. A stream called Mountain Run had to be crossed and we noticed confusion at it, though it was probably a mile ahead. Presently someone appeared and reported that the enemy were in position directly across our line of march on the opposite side of the run. To their left they had a battery which had the range of the little bridge over which our entire column must pass to cross Mountain Run. It thus seemed that we were likely to be cut off and the only alternative was to charge right through this force directly in our front. Kilpatrick gave orders to Custer to charge with his entire command and we then advanced in practically five columns. This was a fine sight and a thrilling moment. Pleasanton’s staff and escort, Kilpatrick’s staff and escort, and Custer’s three or four regiments.<br>
When we arrived within a reasonable charging distance of the enemy posted as I have described, Custer ordered his band to strike up Yankee Doodle; the men on hearing this began cheering when the bugle sounded the charge. The five columns rushed forward and the enemy broke before we reached them, moving into the woods on their left and our right, across the railroad. I remember one gallant Confederate riding out in an effort to rally their men, standing in plain sight with his battle-flag stuck in the ground, holding it off from his horse at arm’s length, but it was of no use, and he finally was obliged to retire.<br>
Meanwhile the enemy appeared on our left and rear, and part of our force had to turn and meet them, Davies, who was covering our rear, being also strongly pressed as he was retiring from Culpeper. Repeated charges were made and the enemy held back until our wagons, ambulances, and artillery were gotten over the little bridge previously referred to at Mountain Run. Ultimately the entire command crossed at this point. The enemy had such an accurate range of this crossing-place that they dropped their shells on and in the immediate vicinity of the bridge during the crossing of our men.<br>
Just as I passed it, the man who was riding ahead of me, whose horse mine could touch, had his head taken off by a shell just as though it had been severed by an axe; the remarkable fact was that his headless body remained straight in the saddle for an instant or two, finally toppling over. When we reached Brandy Station we made a junction with Buford’s command, which we found had been coming up in rear of the line that was drawn up to cut us off. This doubtless had something to do with their breaking before we reached them in the charge I have described. We then crossed the Rappahannock and camped for the night. This was the third engagement that I had been in at Brandy Station.<br>
On October 19th occurred the engagement at Buckland’s Mills, near Warrenton. In this Kilpatrick’s command was defeated. In the advance toward Warrenton there was an interval of about two miles between General Davies’s brigade, which had the advance, and General Custer’s. We had been driving the enemy during the morning toward Warrenton, and had halted to feed when a force of the enemy came unexpectedly in between Custer’s and Davies’s brigades, overwhelmed General Custer’s command, and drove it back across Broad Run; and by taking possession of the bridge and the Warrenton pike, had cut off General Davies’s command, which was then vigorously attacked by Hampton’s force, which Davies had been pushing toward Warrenton up to this time.<br>
Kilpatrick, when he found Custer was thus attacked, had sent one or two staff-officers to Davies with orders for him to fall back and make a junction with Custer. These apparently were unable to reach him, and Kilpatrick, when he found that Custer could not hold his position, became very anxious that word should be gotten to Davies of the real situation and the danger that his brigade might be cut off and a large portion of them captured. As he crossed the bridge with the rear of Custer’s command he turned to me, as I was riding near him, no staff-officer being at the moment about, and remarked: “Meyer, somebody must get to Davies and let him know that Custer has been driven across Broad Run and that the enemy have got this bridge.”<br>
On turning my horse to go back, he called out: “Tell him to make his way the best he can to Haymarket where he will find General Newton’s corps.”<br>
I was unable to return across the bridge, as the enemy had the other end of it and were moving up the stream so as to intercept Davies, whom they knew was being driven back on them. Riding until beyond their line I saw some of Custer’s men, who had been cut off, come out of the woods at that point and cross the stream to escape, when I took advantage of the confusion to cross to the west side, trusting I would not be noticed and that the woods at that point would screen me from observation. Being familiar with the country I made my way around their flank and rear, having the sound of Davies’s firing to direct me to his whereabouts. I soon reached him and found him hard pressed. When I reported the situation, his men were rallied for another charge, which was led by Captain J. F. B. Mitchell, so as to gain time to permit a withdrawal, as directed. We then galloped across the country, the forces opposing following on our flanks, until we crossed Broad Run farther up towards Haymarket. Davies’s artillery had meanwhile been conducted away in safety under the guidance of Doctor Capehart, of the First West Virginia cavalry, who knew the country well. The brigade was thus saved from serious loss; indeed, none other than the casualties in fighting. Custer’s and Davies’s brigades formed a junction when they reached the First Corps commanded by General Newton, and the enemy withdrew.