The Union traitor and the murder he committed have been mentioned a
few times in relation to the events of February 1864, so I thought it
was time to fill in the background somewhat . . .
An Unwritten History.
The
history of the world is full of wonderful accidents. The most
common-place occurrences have not unfrequently(sic) decided the fates of
Empires and influenced the whole world. We ae told that the cackle of a
goose once saved Rome; a summer shower of two hours' duration decided
the fate of the first Napoleon and changed the map of Europe; an error
of fifteen minutes in his watch once saved the life of Washington, and
the merest accident spared the great Luther's life and gave to the world
the Reformation.
Said an old English writer, by way of illustrating the subject, quoting from an old ballad:
For the want of a nail the shoe was lost;
For the want of the shoe the horse was lost;
For the want of the horse the rider was lost;
For the want of the rider the battle was lost;
By the loss of the battle the kingdom was lost —
All for the want of a horseshoe nail.
The
war for the Union was replete with these little momentous incidents,
now deciding a battle, now destroying a reputation, and then defeating
the profoundest strategy. A single mishap was sufficient to neutralize
the best matured plans of military genius, and by their intervention the
grandest combinations became useless folly.
Did
the reader ever hear how narrowly Richmond escaped capture in the early
part of 1864, and how trifling its fate? It ranks among the most
"curious chapters" of our whole history, and can hardly fail to prove
very interesting.
The story opens with a murder.
On
the 13th of October, 1863, the Provost Marshal of Williamsburg,
Lieutenant W. W. Disosway, a handsome young officer of much promise, was
shot dead by a soldier named James Boyle, whom he had ordered under
arrest for disorderly conduct. The murderer was immediately seized,
ironed, and, pending his trial, confined in Fort Magruder, an extensive
earthwork about a mile below the town of Williamsburg.
Major Wheelan, an able and energetic officer, succeeded the murdered man as Provost Marshal, and the matter was soon forgotten.
At
this time refugees, rebel deserters, and escaped Union prisoners were
daily arriving from Richmond, sixty miles distant. Such persons were,
immediately on their arrival, taken to the Provost Marshals
headquarters, carefully examined, and their statements forwarded to
Major-General Wistar, whose headquarters were at Yorktown. The substance
of these reports was that the rebel capital was practically
defenseless. The regular troops, it was said, had all been sent to the
front, and only a few home guards kept watch over the city.
In
January, 1864, an officer, who was introduced as Major Howard, arrived
at headquarters, and for a day or two was in close conference with
General Wistar.
On a dark,
blustering night, near the close of the month. Major Howard and an old
and daring scout named William Plunkett, belonging to the 1st New York
Mounted Rifles, were passed outside of the Union lines and proceeded
toward Richmond by the Jamestown road, with a view of confirming these
statements, and report if a sudden descent upon the city was advisable.
Two
weeks nearly passed, and one day a "refugee" was brought, who refused
to communicate with the Provost Marshal, but demanded to be taken at
once to the Commanding General, for whom he had important information.
It proved to be a report from Major Howard and his companion, confirming
all that had been said of the defenseless condition of the rebel city.
An
attack was immediately determined on, and the scattered troops were
drawn together for that purpose. A brigade of infantry, three batteries
of artillery and four regiments of cavalry comprised the expedition.
They were moved cautiously, and rendezvoused in the woods on the road
leading from Yorktown to Williamsburg.
It
soon became known that an important movement of some kind was on the
tapis, but few believed at first that it was anything more than a grand
scouting or foraging expedition. The suspense was not of long duration.
On the 5th of February all was excitement and bustle. The infantry moved
out and the cavalry received orders to follow the next morning. The
field officers received their instructions. A stining general order was
read to the troops, giving the first information that their march was to
be "on to Richmond." The order evoked the wildest, enthusiasm, and
cheer after cheer ascended along the line. The bugles sounded "
forward," and the far extending lines of cavalry and artillery moved
gayly on their way.
There
were the strongest reasons for believing that by being cautious, bold
and expeditious the cavalry could enter Richmond, liberate the Union
prisoners confined in Libby and Castle Thunder, capture the rebel
President and the officers of his government, seize the treasury,
destroy the vast depots of rebel supplies, bum the bridges across the
James, and otherwise weaken the defenses of the city. Certain officers
and squadrons were assigned to perform certain portions of the work of
destruction, the Capital square designated as the general rendezvous,
when the work should have been thoroughly accomplished.
On
the 2d or 3d of February, the murderer Boyle, whose trial had been for
some reason delayed, escaped in the night from his prison at Fort
Magruder, through the connivance of one of his guards. Search was
immediately made in all directions, and every possible effort made for
his recapture. But all exertions were fruitless. He had been seen near
our camps in the wood, but soon all trace was lost, and it was supposed
he had crossed the James and fled in the direction of Suffolk.
In
the meantime the expedition was pushing on to the point of its
destination. The route lay though a dreary pine forest, along the sandy
roads,and by deserted plantations. To divert the enemy's attention
General Sedgwick's corps had been thrown across the Rapidan, and had
engaged a large portion of General Lee's army, and the "raiders" were
unmolested.
At daylight on
the morning of the 7th of .February the infantry reached Baltimore
Cross Roads, where they made a brief halt for rest. At the same time,
however, the extreme cavalry advance had reached Bottom Bridge, within
thirteen miles of the rebel capital. It was intensely dark when they
reached there, and a careful reconnissance(sic) showing that the bridge
had been stripped of its planking, it was resolved to wait until
daylight. The strictest orders were issued against lighting fires or
making unnecessary noise, and pickets were thrown out in all directions.
The condition of the
bridge caused the more sagacious officers no little uneasiness. They saw
in it an evidence that the expedition had been discovered, in which
event surprise was impossible and success doubtful. The bulk of the
command had no such forebodings. Once across the little stream they
believed the way to Richmond was open and without obstacle, and the
capture of the proud capital, which had already cost us so much blood
and treasure, was looked upon as inevitable.
At
about the same hour that Wistar's men were waiting patiently the break
of day at Bottom Bridge, two Union "refugees" presented themselves
before our lines at Williamsburg, and were speedily examined by the
officer of the guard. They proved to be Union citizens from Richmond,
who had left that city three days before, in company with Major Howard
and Sergeant Plunkett¹, the two Federal officers who had been sent to
investigate matters inside of the Confederate capital.
Their
statement was that the party had proceeded with the utmost caution
after leaving Richmond, until within twelve miles of Williamsburg, when,
emboldened by the close proximity of our outposts, they took the open
road, and were speedily captured by a small party of rebel scouts and
hurried back toward Richmond. At Tunstall's Station the citizens
escaped, leaving Howard and Plunkett prisoners. By following the course
of the York River they had reached the Federal camp, but had not
encountered the cavalry column under Wistar.
When
informed of the expedition they were enthusiastic and predicted its
easy success. They asserted positively (and the truth of their
assertions was subsequently confirmed), that there were no military
organizations in the city, and that the Union forces would be assisted
by a secret league of loyal men who were prepared to bum the bridge
across the North Anna, thus preventing the approach of reinforcements
from Lee's army; else to spike the guns commanding the principal roads
leading into the city, and a corps to act as guides for the Federalists
as soon as they effected an entrance into the town.
But
to return to the little army at Bottom Bridge. They rested on their
arms as patiently as possible, waiting and watching for the first
shimmering of dawn, full of confidence and hope. But, alas I by the dim
light of the coming day the outer pickets discerned a long line of
shadowy figures filing down the road on the opposite bank of the stream,
and taking position to oppose the passage of the bridge. An old
earthwork, which had been thrown up by McClellan during his Richmond
campaign of the year previous, soon shielded them from view, and as no
enemy could be seen through the mists which hung over the little valley,
when the balance of the army came up the reported discovery of the
pickets was not believed.
The
brigade was speedily mounted and put in motion. But scarcely had the
advance guard crossed the brow of the little hill and commenced the
descent toward the ruined bridge, when a puff of white smoke was
observed beyond the stream, instantly followed by the deafening boom of a
gun and the wild shriek of a shell. The cannon shot destroyed in an
instant all hope of surprising Richmond; and being too weak in numbers
to hope for a successful assault, the expedition was reluctantly
abandoned and the troops, weary, disheartened and disappointed, returned
leisurely to Williamsburg.
For
a long time it was a matter of profound wonder how the secret of the
expedition was carried to the rebel capital Men of high rank were
suspected, and more than one staff officer was dropped from the rolls
because of a suspicion that he might have imparted information so
valuable to the enemy and so disheartening to us.
At
last, however, the facts came out; and herein is the really curious
part of this chapter on the history of our late war. Boyle, the escaped
murderer, had obtained his liberty just as the expedition was
collecting. From the guard, who connived at his escape, he had learned
the prevalent rumors of a contemplated dash on Richmond. In his flight,
which was toward the threatened city, he gained more information, and
reached Richmond soon enough to give timely alarm, and strong
detachments from Lee's army were hurried forward to defeat the movement
By such a singular circumstance was the rebel capital saved.
Boyle
enlisted in the Southern service, but of his subsequent life nothing is
known. It is possible that he yet lives, and may learn from this book
the injury he inflicted upon the country he had betrayed.
Of
the fate of Major Howard, who, with Sergeant Plunkett, had entered the
rebel capital for information, nothing is known, though he probably died
in prison; for, had he been executed as a spy, the fact could hardly
have been concealed. Plunkett, believing death inevitable if he was
brought to trial, determined to offer his services to the enemy, and was
accepted as a recruit in Stuart's cavalry. A few months after he made
his escape, and entered the Union lines. Here he was at once seized as a
rebel spy, and confined in the Old Capitol Prison at Washington. He
communicated the circumstances of his situation to General Butler, by
whom he had been previously employed, and that officer soon obtained his
release, discharge from the service and a handsome pecuniary
recompense.
The faithless soldier who aided in Boyle's escape was subsequently tried, convicted and executed².
Rifle
shots and bugle notes: or, the national military album of sketches of
the principal battles ... connected with the late war
Joseph A. Joel, Lewis R. Stegman, Grand Army Gazette, 1883
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Rifle
Shots and Bugle Notes; or, The National Military Album Sketches of The
Principal Battles, Marches, Picket Duty, Camp Fires, Love Adventures,
and Poems Connected with the Late War.
by Joseph A. Joel, Late of the Twenty-Third Ohio Veteran Volunteer Infantry,
and Lewis R. Stegman, late of the One Hundred and Second New York Volunteers, and the First United States Veteran Volunteers.
Grand Army Gazette Publishing Co., 82 and 84 Nassau Street, 1884
¹
Plunkett, Laurence J . —Age, 30 years. Enlisted, August 28, 1862, at
Southfield; mustered in as private, Co. M, August 29, 1862, to serve
three years; transferred to Co. A , October 11, 1862; discharged, June
12, 1864; also borne as Lorence J.
² Private Thomas Abrahams, Company G, One Hundred and Thirty-ninth New York Volunteers
This is a cross posting from
New Kent County History.
