“I quailed”

150 years ago today Union troops at Vicksburg exploded 2200 pounds of gunpowder under part of the Confederate defenses. Northern soldiers were unable to successfully exploit the resulting crater in the midst of the rebel works. Check out one of the June 25th posts at Seven Score and Ten for General Grant’s take on the action.

The siege of Vicksburg, the fight in the crater of Fort Hill, after the explosion, June 25 63 (by Alfred Edward mathews, c1863 Sept. 23; LOC:  LC-USZ62-5558)

crater fight

Underground explosions provided some novelty, but the constant airborne shelling continued to wreak havoc throughout Vicksburg. Here a diarist realized the bombs could cause something much worse than death. From Introduction to: A Woman’s Diary of the Siege of Vicksburg edited by G.W. Cable:

June 25.– A horrible day.The most horrible yet to me, because I’ve lost my nerve. we were all in the cellar, when a shell came tearing through the roof, burst up-stairs, tore up that room, and the pieces coming through both floors down into the cellar, one of them tore open the leg of H.’s pantaloons. This was tangible proof the cellar was no place of protection from them. On the heels of this came Mr. J. to tell us that young Mrs. P. had had her thigh-bone crushed. When Martha went for the milk she came back horror-stricken to tell us the black girl there had her arm taken off by a shell. For the first time I quailed. I do not think people who are physically brave deserve much credit for it; it is a matter of nerves. In this way I am constitutionally brave, and seldom think of danger until it is over; and death has not the terrors for me it has for some others. Every night I had lain down expecting death, and every morning rose to the same prospect, without being unnerved. It was for H. I trembled. But now I first seemed to realize that something worse than death might come: I might be crippled, and not killed. Life, without all one’s powers and limbs, was a thought that broke down my courage. I said to H., “You must get me out of this horrible place; I cannot stay; I know I shall be crippled.” Now the regret comes that I lost control, because H. is worried, and has lost his composure, because my coolness has broken down.

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