A Beautiful Glittering Lie
One bullet can make a man a hero… or a casualty.

Chapter Nine

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General Pope bragged that his “headquarters were in the saddle,” but the Rebels teased that his headquarters were where his hindquarters ought to be. With the advent of September, Pope proved their philosophy was accurate by retreating back to Washington. General Jackson, in hot pursuit, soon caught up to the Union general. The Alabamians, who were trailing behind, heard the report of cannons ahead as Jackson and Pope confronted one another.
Struggling forward in the mud and pouring rain, one of Hiram’s comrades, Dump Sterling, hollered, “Come on, boys! Ole Jack’s got ’em treed!”
The 4th bivouacked between Centreville and Chantilly, cold, exhausted, and soaked to the bone. In the morning, they resumed their march, but once they made Chantilly, General Lee decided to give up the chase, so he turned his troops toward Leesburg. On Saturday, September 6, the Alabamians crossed the Potomac into Maryland, leaving behind surplus wagons, their baggage, broken batteries, worn-out horses, and unnecessary gear. They continued north to Fredericktown, and by September 10, they approached Hagerstown after crossing South Mountain at Boonesborough Gap.
On strict orders to respect the citizens, the Rebels were on their best behavior, and didn’t disturb anything. Upon entering Maryland, they received an icy reception, which was not at all what they had expected. The Marylanders heard from Union sympathizers in Europe that Lee expected to conscript all able-bodied men for his army, and even though that wasn’t the case, their sentiments were equally divided. Hiram overheard a few spectators, who were observing their march from open second-story windows, comment on how they couldn’t distinguish the generals from the enlisted men, because they were all in filthy tatters. General Lee ordered his regimental bands to play “Maryland, My Maryland.” His men cheered while they marched through, but they were later disappointed, for they were unable to successfully recruit enough soldiers to replenish their depleted ranks.
One man they did recruit, however, was Bernard Kelton, who substituted for his brother. He was a stocky young man with a pleasant disposition, and because of it, Bud and Hiram took to him right away. Another was Dozier Downs, a thin, scruffy-looking character with shifty eyes.
“My brother’s wife jist had a baby,” Bernie explained while the men trudged along, “so I volunteered to take his place.”
“That was mighty nice of you,” remarked Bud.
“I’ll make certain he returns the favor,” Bernie joked.
“I’m in it for the bonus,” Dozier apathetically stated.
Bud mumbled, “So much for pride and valor.”
Hiram understood what he meant. Soldiers forced to fight had no patriotic motivation whatsoever, and Dozier was just one example of many. “They say war can make heroes out of cowards,” he replied with a shrug, repeating what he had heard other men in the ranks proclaim.
“Yeah, but it’s the exact opposite case for some fellers,” Bud added sarcastically, glancing at Dozier, who he knew was out of earshot.
The men made their way through unfamiliar terrain, weighed down with haversacks, bedrolls, cartridges, weaponry, and whatever cooking utensils they deemed essential. Many were barefooted. They were also lacking in equipment and numbers, thus making their Maryland campaign miserable.
The Confederates heard that General Pope had been replaced by none other than McClellan, who had turned his Grand Army of the Potomac away from Washington, and was headed back in the direction of Fredericktown. The Alabamians reached Hagerstown, where they awaited news from Jackson. While there, they discovered that the Maryland countryside had been left virtually untainted, unlike the ravaged landscape of Virginia.
Their reprieve was short-lived, for the next morning, September 14, they were ordered to hurriedly prepare rations and march back to Boonesborough Gap. The men learned that their sudden turnabout was due to a blunder made during the previous week. A copy of Confidential Special Order No. 191, wrapped around three cigars, was discovered by a Union soldier in Fredericktown, and given to General McClellan. The order outlined Lee’s intentions, so McClellan reacted by attempting to cut off the Confederate army, which was scattered from Harpers Ferry to Hagerstown. The Alabamians raced to the aid of General Hill, who was subjected to protecting the gap with his small army until reinforcements arrived.
After struggling through a fourteen-mile march, the Alabamians arrived between three and four o’clock that afternoon, exhausted from their strenuous excursion over the mountain. The 4th was immediately put into action, commanded to attack the enemy to the left of the road with fixed bayonets. They were then ordered to their right. The men charged through an apple orchard overladen with fruit. Starving, yet unable to pick any because time wouldn’t allow for it, they forged ahead with the Texans and the rest of Colonel Law’s Third Brigade. Night fell before they could reach their opponents, so they positioned themselves in a sunken road for protection. The enemy continued firing into laurel trees which stood several yards away, but to no avail, for the pelting of their bullets whacked into the trunks. At one point, Colonel McLemore climbed up on a nearby wooden rail fence to reconnoiter, but he was hit in the shoulder.
The firing tapered off, and soon Hiram and his comrades fell asleep. Around midnight, they were ordered to quietly go down the road, one at a time, in an attempt to sneak past the enemy. Carrying Colonel McLemore on a stretcher, they managed to escape, and continued on until they reached the Antietam River near Sharpsburg at noon the next day, where they learned that General Jackson had successfully captured Harpers Ferry because McClellan was too slow to prevent it. The Alabamians found the opportunity to wash their ragged butternut clothing and take much-needed baths.
While they stood in waist-deep water, waiting for their clothes to dry, Bud said, “I don’t know if y’all have noticed, but it seems to me that the Yankees jist don’t run out. They keep on comin’ like an endless tidal wave.”
Hiram dunked his head under the cool water. Letting it rivulet down his face and through the stubble on his chin, he replied, “I have noticed. We’re up against Goliath, I’ll wager that.”
“Maybe we’ll whip them before year’s end,” said Orange Hugh optimistically.
“It’s my understandin’ that if we win another battle, Europe will pay us notice, and possibly come to our defense,” said Hiram.
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