The Tillie Pierce House (right) in modern day Gettysburg, PA is now a B&B |
Matilda “Tillie” Pierce was an eyewitness to the Battle of Gettysburg and lived in that iconic village for the rest of her life. |
Tillie Pierce was
born in 1848 and when the battle began, had lived all her life in the village
of Gettysburg. Her father made his living as a butcher and the family lived
above his shop in the heart of town. Tillie witnessed the entire battle and
published her observations twenty-six years after the event.
Tillie
attended the "Young Ladies Seminary" a finishing school near her
home. She was attending school on June 26 when the cry "the Rebels are
coming!" reverberated through the town's sleepy streets:
"We
were having our literary exercises on Friday afternoon, at our Seminary, when
the cry reached our ears. Rushing to the door, and standing on the front
portico we beheld in the direction of the Theological Seminary, a dark, dense
mass, moving toward town. Our teacher, Mrs. Eyster, at once said:
'Children,
run home as quickly as you can.'
"It
did not require repeating. I am satisfied some of the girls did not reach their
homes before the Rebels were in the streets.
"As
for myself, I had scarcely reached the front door, when, on looking up the
street, I saw some of the men on horseback. I scrambled in, slammed shut the
door, and hastening to the sitting room, peeped out between the shutters.
Confederate
prisoners at Gettysburg
"What
a horrible sight! There they were, human beings! Clad almost in rags, covered
with dust, riding wildly, pell-mell down the hill toward our home! Shouting,
yelling most unearthly, cursing, brandishing their revolvers, and firing right
and left.
"I
was fully persuaded that the Rebels had actually come at last. What they would
do with us was a fearful question to my young mind.
"Soon
the town was filled with infantry, and then the searching and ransacking began
in earnest.
"They
wanted horses, clothing, anything and almost everything they could conveniently
carry away.
"Nor
were they particular about asking. Whatever suited them they took. They did,
however, make a formal demand of the town authorities, for a large supply of
flour, meat, groceries, shoes, hats and (doubtless, not least in their
estimations), ten barrels of whisky; or, in lieu of this five thousand dollars.
"But
our merchants and bankers had too often heard of their coming, and had already
shipped their wealth to places of safety. Thus it was, that a few days after,
the citizens of York were compelled to make up our proportion of the Rebel
requisition."
July 1: Escape to a
Safe House and the first encounter with the tragedy of war
As the sounds of
battle increase and the fighting nears her home, Tillie joins a neighbor as she
and her children flee to her father's (Jacob Weikert) house three miles south
of town near Round Top. Tillie's parents elect to stay in town:
"At
last we reached Mr. Weikert's and were gladly welcomed to their home.
Tillie Pierce at the
time of the battle
"It
was not long after our arrival, until Union artillery came hurrying by. It was
indeed a thrilling sight. How the men impelled their horses! How the officers
urged the men as they all flew past toward the sound of the battle! Now the
road is getting all cut up; they take to the fields, and all is in anxious,
eager hurry! Shouting, lashing the horses, cheering the men, they all rush
madly on.
"Suddenly
we behold an explosion; it is that of a caisson. We see a man thrown high in
the air and come down in a wheat field close by. He is picked up and carried
into the house. As they pass by I see his eyes are blown out and his whole
person seems to be one black mass. The first words I hear him say are: 'Oh dear!
I forgot to read my Bible today! What will my poor wife and children say'
"I
saw the soldiers carry him up stairs; they laid him upon a bed and wrapped him
in cotton. How I pitied that poor man! How terribly the scenes of war were
being irresistibly portrayed before my vision."
July 2: Officer
brutality
During the battle's
second day fighting shifts to the area around Little Round Top. Tillie remains
in the Weikert home carrying water to passing Union troops while others bake
bread for the soldiers. Towards noon she witnesses an incident at the front of the
house:
"This
forenoon another incident occurred which I shall ever remember. While the
infantry were passing, I noticed a poor, worn-out soldier crawling along on his
hands and knees. An officer yelled at him, with cursing, to get up and march.
The poor fellow said he could not, whereupon the officer, raising his sword,
struck him down three or four times. The officer passed on. Little caring what
he had done. Some of his comrades at once picked up the prostrate form and
carried the unfortunate man into the house. After several hours of hard work
the sufferer was brought back to consciousness. He seemed quite a young man,
and was suffering from sunstroke received on the forced march. As they were
carrying him in, some of the men who had witnessed this act of brutality
remarked:
'We
will mark that officer for this.'
"It
is a pretty well established fact that many a brutal officer fell in the
battle, from being shot other than by the enemy."
July 3: The
surgeon's work
Lee aims his attack
at the center of the Union line. The ferocity of the battle forces Tillie and
the others to flee to a farm house farther from the fighting. Late in the day,
as the battle subsides, the family decides to return to the Weikert farm:
"Toward
the close of the afternoon it was noticed that the roar of the battle was
subsiding, and after all had become quiet we started back to the Weikert home.
As we drove along in the cool of the evening, we noticed that everywhere
confusion prevailed. Fences were thrown down near and far; knapsacks, blankets
and many other articles, lay scattered here and there. The whole country seemed
filled with desolation.
"Upon
reaching the place I fairly shrank back aghast at the awful sight presented.
The approaches were crowded with wounded, dying and dead. The air was filled
with moanings, and groanings. As we passed on toward the house, we were
compelled to pick our steps in order that we might not tread on the prostrate
bodies.
"When
we entered the house we found it also completely filled with the wounded. We
hardly knew what to do or where to go. They, however, removed most of the
wounded, and thus after a while made room for the family.
"As
soon as possible, we endeavored to make ourselves useful by rendering assistance
in this heartrending state of affairs. I remember Mrs. Weikert went through the
house, and after searching awhile, brought all the muslin and linen she could
spare. This we tore into bandages and gave them to the surgeons, to bind up the
poor soldier's wounds.
"By
this time, amputating benches had been placed about the house. I must have
become inured to seeing the terrors of battle, else I could hardly have gazed
upon the scenes now presented. I was looking out of the windows facing the
front yard. Near the basement door, and directly underneath the window I was
at, stood one of these benches. I saw them lifting the poor men upon it, then
the surgeons sawing and cutting off arms and legs, then again probing and
picking bullets from the flesh.
"Some
of the soldiers fairly begged to be taken next, so great was their suffering,
and so anxious were they to obtain relief.
"I
saw the surgeons hastily put a cattle horn over the mouths of the wounded ones,
after they were placed upon the bench. At first I did not understand the
meaning of this but upon inquiry, soon learned that that was their mode of
administrating chloroform, in order to produce unconsciousness. But the effect
in some instances were not produced; for I saw the wounded throwing themselves
wildly about, and shrieking with pain while the operation was going on.
"To
the south of the house, and just outside of the yard, I noticed a pile of limbs
higher than the fence. It was a ghastly sight! Gazing upon these, too often the
trophies of the amputating bench, I could have no other feeling, than that the
whole scene was one of cruel butchery."
The battle's
aftermath
Hearing that her
family is safe in town, it is decided that Tillie should remain at the Weikert
farm for a few days after the battle. On July 5, Tillie and some friends climb
to the crest of Little Round Top and survey the battlefield below:
The Weikert Farm, outskirts of Gettysburg |
"As
we stood upon those mighty boulders, and looked down into the chasms between,
we beheld the dead lying there just as they had fallen during the struggle.
From the summit of Little Round Top, surrounded by the wrecks of battle, we
gazed upon the valley of death beneath. The view there spread out before us was
terrible to contemplate! It was an awful spectacle! Dead soldiers, bloated
horses, shattered cannon and caissons, thousands of small arms. In fact
everything belonging to the army was there in one confused and indescribable
mass."
PRELUDE TO THE
BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG:
On June 24, 1863,
General Robert E. Lee led his Confederate Army across the Potomac River and
headed towards Pennsylvania. In response to this threat President Lincoln
replaced his army commander, General Joseph Hooker, with General George Mead.
As
Lee's troops poured into Pennsylvania, Mead led the Union Army north from
Washington. Meade's effort was inadvertently helped by Lee's cavalry commander,
Jeb Stuart, who, instead of reporting Union movements to Lee, had gone off on a
raid deep in the Union rear.
This
action left Lee blind to the Union's position. When a scout reported the Union
approach, Lee ordered his scattered troops to converge west of the small
village of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
On
July 1, some Confederate infantry headed to Gettysburg to seize much-needed
shoes and clashed west of town with Union cavalry. The Union commander,
recognizing the importance of holding Gettysburg because a dozen roads
converged there, fought desperately to hold off the Rebel advance.
Other
Union troops briefly stopped some Rebels north of town. During heavy fighting,
the Confederates drove the Union troops through the streets of Gettysburg to
Cemetery Hill south of the town. Lee ordered General Richard Ewell, now
commander of the late Stonewall Jackson's old units, to attack this position
"if practicable", a vague order that Jackson normally took to mean
launch an all-out attack. Ewell was not Jackson. He decided not to attack once
he saw the Union artillery atop the hill. Had he attacked and succeeded, it
might have changed the course of the war.
The
rest of the armies arrived that first night. The Union army established a
defensive position resembling a fish hook, with Culp's Hill and the two Round
Tops anchoring each end. Lee decided to attack both flanks the next day. On his
right flank, Union troops mistakenly shifted out of position, leaving Little
Round Top undefended. At the last moment, a Union general rushed troops in just
ahead of the charging Confederates.
After
a long day of fighting, they barely held the position. The misplaced bluecoats
were pushed back through The Peach Orchard, The Wheat Field, and Devil's Den.
On the left, Ewell's assault failed due mainly to his poor leadership.
Thinking
the Union center had weakened from these attacks, Lee decided the next day to
hit it first with artillery, and then an infantry charge led by George
Pickett's division. Stuart's late-arriving cavalry was to come in behind the
Union center at the same time, but they were held off by Union cavalry led by a
young General George Custer.
After
an hour's duel, Union artillery deceived the Confederates into thinking their
guns were knocked out. Then 13,000 Rebels marched across the field in front of
Cemetery Hill, only to have the Union artillery open up on them, followed by
deadly Federal infantry firepower. Scarcely half made it back to their own
lines. In all, Lee lost more than a third of his men before retreating to
Virginia.
Meade,
a naturally cautious man, decided the loss of one-quarter of his men had been
enough, and only feebly tried to pursue Lee, missing an opportunity to crush
him.
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