“On the morning of July 3rd, 1863, Davis’s brigade of Heath’s Division, in A. P. Hill’s corps, was ordered in line; and took up the line of march for Gettysburg. About two miles from that place we were halted, and formed a line of battle. This was the first intimation we had that we were so close to a fight. After forming his command, Col. Hugh R. Miller walked down the line, and state that if there was a man there who could not stand the smell of gunpowder he had better step out, for we were going into a fight. To may astonishment one poor fellow went to him and said: “Colonel, I just cannot go into a fight today, for if I do I will get wounded or killed”. The Colonel, with an oath, ordered him back into line. Just at this moment General Davis, and staff rode up and gave the command to move forward, and to let nothing stop us. The Mississippi Regiment, commanded by Colonel J. M. Stone, who afterwards became Governor of Mississippi, and the 42nd Miss., commanded by Col. H. K. Miller, we were on the left of the railroad. The 11th Miss., commanded by Col. G. W. Green and the 55th North Carolina, commanded by Col. N. B. Connely on the right, and we moved down nearly three quarters of a mile.
I should have stated in the beginning that we were thrown into a fine field of wheat as I ever saw. We had not gone more than three or four hundred yards in this field until we met the enemy’s skirmishers. We drove them in, and they fell back over their main line. This drew us up to within fifty or sixty yards of that line, where they were lying down in the wheat. They rose up and resting on one knee fired the first volley. But they shot too high, and but few of our men were hurt. We received orders to fire and charge. This broke their line, and they retreated down the railroad cut, which was twelve or fifteen feet deep. Out troops on the left were ordered to fire right oblique; and those on the right to fire left oblique. In this manner we poured volley after volley into them as they ran down this railroad cut. I think there never was such slaughter as we made on this occasion. I could have walked a half or three quarters of a mile on the dead soldiers of the enemy and not have put my feet on the ground. In some places they were lying three deep. The enemy now brought up more troops when we were about a half mile from the town. They were very strong now, while our forces consisted of only Health’s division; so we received orders to fall back and wait for reinforcements. We fell back about three hundred yards. We had been fighting about two hours and our loss was quite heavy, and right here I will I will say that among first of my company to get hurt was the man who in the outset told the Colonel he could not go into battle. His arm was broken by a ball. In about one hour after we fell back Gen. Ewell came in on our left, when we were again ordered forward. When we arrived on the ground where we first began the fight in the morning we could see no Yankees. But about three hundred yards farther to our right we saw standing two flags; one of which was the flag of Pennsylvania and the other the National flag. There seemed to be no one about them; and Col. Miller called to his men asked if he had a man in his regiment that could or would bring those flags to him. In an instant Willie Clarke, a fourteen year old lad, said: “I can.”, and started after them. At about the same time five others started, two of them being from my regiment (42nd) and three from the 2nd regiment. Willie Clark outran the rest, having had a little head start of them, and got there first, and threw his arms around the flag-staff. But, low and behold! the flags were not alone, for six Yankees were there, and a hand to hand fight began. Two men from the 42nd were wounded and two from the 2nd killed and the other wounded. Five of the Yankees were killed, and the sixth took the flags and started off with them. But Willie Clarke shot him before he got fifty yards. And capturing the flags brought them to Col. Miller, without receiving a scratch. Willie’s father, who was Captain of Company F. in my regiment, and his son John were both killed that morning, early in the engagement, and fell within ten feet of each other. Willie was also killed on the second day of the fight, while in charge on the rock wall or fence. We fought on disputed ground all day long. Late in the afternoon we drove the enemy through the town and captured it about one hour before sundown. McGowan’s Brigade of Alabamians relieved us.
Early in the morning during the engagement I had dropped my knapsack near a ravine; and in the evening I went to hunt for it, but it had been opened all the contents taken out. While I was standing there looking at the dead bodies where they had been shot down during the engagement in the morning, I head a noise close by me, and on looking up saw a Major of the Federal army, in the act of drawing his pistol, evidently intending to shoot me. But I was too quick for him and in an instant had my gun to my face and leveled at him. I ordered him to throw up his hands. He asked me if I was an officer, or by what authority or right I demanded his surrender. I told him I did it by the authority of this gun; and gave him one minute to get out of his accouterments. He obeyed me, and I then marched him down where my regiment was lying in line. While taking him there he was cursing because he had been captured by a non-commissioned officer. When I got to my command I reported to Col. Miller, and told him I had captured a Yankee. The Federal Major asked Col. Miller what kind of orders he gave his men that a private could demand the surrender of commissioned officers. Col. Miller said: “Major my men have orders to capture any damn Yankee.” The Major was sent off with a lot of other prisoners, and I never saw him any more.
Our loss in the battle that day was very heavy; my company having two lieutenants killed, and one wounded. We lost twelve men killed and twelve men wounded.
My command was moved that evening about twelve miles to the right and then we went into camp for the night. On the next morning, the 4th, command was ordered still farther to the right and doubled up on Gen. Posey’s brigade. At one o’clock Gen. Longstreet, who was in on our right, fired the signal gun. At that time we were lying down in an open field with nothing to protect us except a small ditch; and the sun was coming down on us pretty hot. Two brigades were in this ditch; and just behind all of us was Gen. Lee’s artillery of about three hundred and sixty pieces. All of these guns in both armies were firing at the same time, and it seemed as if every shell came our way. Of course we got as close to the ground as possible! I do not think mortal man ever heard such an artillery duel as we did at that time. This lasted about one hour. When it ceased we were ordered up and forward. The Yankees were stationed behind a rock wall or fence; and we had to charge through an open field and up a hill which was covered with reed clover and running briars, [sic] which made it more difficult for us to get along. Our colors were shot down three times before reaching the wall. Lieutenant Davenport of Company K., of the 42nd regiment, seized the colors and planted them on top of the wall, but was immediately shot down by the enemy. The few of us that were left got back to where we started from. Some companies had not more than five men left. Nine others and myself were all that were left out of fifty-five that we went in with. Two lieutenants and nearly all of the missing in my company were killed. About ten were taken prisoners. It was here that we lost Col. Miller, who was shot seven times. [*I have a story on Col. Miller being shot.] About dark five of my company came in who had been left sick on the march; and being second sergeant I was put in command of the five belonging to my company, and nine others who belonged to Company F. I held that position until we got back to Virginia; to which we started at ten o’clock that night.
The retreat was made to Heggearstoune, Maryland, without any serious trouble, although it rained every day. We had some skirmishes as we got in the neighborhood of Heaggearstoune. Now, as the army went into Pennsylvania, we forded the Potomac River; on our return the river had swollen so much there had to be a pontoon bridge put in for the army to cross upon and this caused some delay, and while here we had some little picket fighting but nothing of a serious nature. On the 12th of July, we had a little fight with some cavalry but very little gained on either side, although we lay in line of battle the remainder of the day and night. On the 13th everything was quiet and we coked rations and that night started for the pontoon bridge. We were halted within some two miles of Falling Water, where the pontoon bridge was thrown across the Potomac River. Here we were told that we could lie down and rest until the advance of the army could cross the river. We were also told that Gen. Stewart was looking after the rear. So we lay down, and, having lost so much sleep we were soon asleep, and while in this condition the Federal Cavalry made a raid on us. When we woke up the Yankees were all around us. But in a very few minutes we had rallied and formed our forces and a hand to hand conflict began. We drove them back some eight hundred yards with heavy loss on both sides. My regiment only had one hundred and forty-five men engaged and we lost forty-five men in this engagement. I had seven balls shot though my clothes and three lodged in my cartridge box and one in the britch [sic] of my gun, and did not break the skin on my person. I thought at the time, and think so yet, that one man shot all these balls that struck me, for it was done before I could have walked thirty yards and they were armed with Spencer Rifles. Either one of the balls that lodged in my cartridge box would have killed me if it had not been full of cartridges. They all three stopped in the third tier of cartridges.
The writer of this battle was born in Carroll County, Tennessee, September the 8th, 1834, and removed with my parents to Panola County, Mississippi in the year 1844, and settled on a farm. On the 6th day of July, 1848. My father, Ephriam Park, died and left my mother and three sisters, two older and one younger than myself, and I only a little more than fourteen years old. The support of this family devolved on me. On the 31st day of August, 1856, I was married to Miss Delila Adaline Foster who is still living, I being three years older than she.
On the 9th day of March, 1862, I enlisted in the Confederate Army in Company I, 42nd Mississippi Regiment and served in the army of Northern Virginia until April the 2nd, 1865--seven days before the surrender of Gen. R. E. Lee at Appomattox Court House, on the 9th, 1865.
I was carried to Point Lookout, Maryland, and lay in Federal prison for two months and fourteen days. Returned to my home in Panola County, Mississippi, June the 25th, and engaged in farming until winter of Seventy-Eight. I moved to Lonoke County, Arkansas, and settled on a farm where I remained until 1898. I came to Pulaski County, Arkansas, and lived on the John R. Fraser Farm one year and then moved to Little Rock on January the 16th, 1899, and stopped at 2219 Center Street where I have remained ever since, engaged in carpenter work.
Religious belief, Methodist. Politics, Democrat, warp and filling. My grandfather on my father’s side was killed in the Battle of 1812 at New Orleans. Myself and wife have thirty-eight grandchildren now living--all in Arkansas.
Andrew Park
2219 Center Street
Little Rock, Arkansas
This story was placed in the "Civil War Times" by R. M. Moore, a decendant of Andrew Park's. It is in the August 2005, Vol. XLIV, No. 3. edition.
I should have stated in the beginning that we were thrown into a fine field of wheat as I ever saw. We had not gone more than three or four hundred yards in this field until we met the enemy’s skirmishers. We drove them in, and they fell back over their main line. This drew us up to within fifty or sixty yards of that line, where they were lying down in the wheat. They rose up and resting on one knee fired the first volley. But they shot too high, and but few of our men were hurt. We received orders to fire and charge. This broke their line, and they retreated down the railroad cut, which was twelve or fifteen feet deep. Out troops on the left were ordered to fire right oblique; and those on the right to fire left oblique. In this manner we poured volley after volley into them as they ran down this railroad cut. I think there never was such slaughter as we made on this occasion. I could have walked a half or three quarters of a mile on the dead soldiers of the enemy and not have put my feet on the ground. In some places they were lying three deep. The enemy now brought up more troops when we were about a half mile from the town. They were very strong now, while our forces consisted of only Health’s division; so we received orders to fall back and wait for reinforcements. We fell back about three hundred yards. We had been fighting about two hours and our loss was quite heavy, and right here I will I will say that among first of my company to get hurt was the man who in the outset told the Colonel he could not go into battle. His arm was broken by a ball. In about one hour after we fell back Gen. Ewell came in on our left, when we were again ordered forward. When we arrived on the ground where we first began the fight in the morning we could see no Yankees. But about three hundred yards farther to our right we saw standing two flags; one of which was the flag of Pennsylvania and the other the National flag. There seemed to be no one about them; and Col. Miller called to his men asked if he had a man in his regiment that could or would bring those flags to him. In an instant Willie Clarke, a fourteen year old lad, said: “I can.”, and started after them. At about the same time five others started, two of them being from my regiment (42nd) and three from the 2nd regiment. Willie Clark outran the rest, having had a little head start of them, and got there first, and threw his arms around the flag-staff. But, low and behold! the flags were not alone, for six Yankees were there, and a hand to hand fight began. Two men from the 42nd were wounded and two from the 2nd killed and the other wounded. Five of the Yankees were killed, and the sixth took the flags and started off with them. But Willie Clarke shot him before he got fifty yards. And capturing the flags brought them to Col. Miller, without receiving a scratch. Willie’s father, who was Captain of Company F. in my regiment, and his son John were both killed that morning, early in the engagement, and fell within ten feet of each other. Willie was also killed on the second day of the fight, while in charge on the rock wall or fence. We fought on disputed ground all day long. Late in the afternoon we drove the enemy through the town and captured it about one hour before sundown. McGowan’s Brigade of Alabamians relieved us.
Early in the morning during the engagement I had dropped my knapsack near a ravine; and in the evening I went to hunt for it, but it had been opened all the contents taken out. While I was standing there looking at the dead bodies where they had been shot down during the engagement in the morning, I head a noise close by me, and on looking up saw a Major of the Federal army, in the act of drawing his pistol, evidently intending to shoot me. But I was too quick for him and in an instant had my gun to my face and leveled at him. I ordered him to throw up his hands. He asked me if I was an officer, or by what authority or right I demanded his surrender. I told him I did it by the authority of this gun; and gave him one minute to get out of his accouterments. He obeyed me, and I then marched him down where my regiment was lying in line. While taking him there he was cursing because he had been captured by a non-commissioned officer. When I got to my command I reported to Col. Miller, and told him I had captured a Yankee. The Federal Major asked Col. Miller what kind of orders he gave his men that a private could demand the surrender of commissioned officers. Col. Miller said: “Major my men have orders to capture any damn Yankee.” The Major was sent off with a lot of other prisoners, and I never saw him any more.
Our loss in the battle that day was very heavy; my company having two lieutenants killed, and one wounded. We lost twelve men killed and twelve men wounded.
My command was moved that evening about twelve miles to the right and then we went into camp for the night. On the next morning, the 4th, command was ordered still farther to the right and doubled up on Gen. Posey’s brigade. At one o’clock Gen. Longstreet, who was in on our right, fired the signal gun. At that time we were lying down in an open field with nothing to protect us except a small ditch; and the sun was coming down on us pretty hot. Two brigades were in this ditch; and just behind all of us was Gen. Lee’s artillery of about three hundred and sixty pieces. All of these guns in both armies were firing at the same time, and it seemed as if every shell came our way. Of course we got as close to the ground as possible! I do not think mortal man ever heard such an artillery duel as we did at that time. This lasted about one hour. When it ceased we were ordered up and forward. The Yankees were stationed behind a rock wall or fence; and we had to charge through an open field and up a hill which was covered with reed clover and running briars, [sic] which made it more difficult for us to get along. Our colors were shot down three times before reaching the wall. Lieutenant Davenport of Company K., of the 42nd regiment, seized the colors and planted them on top of the wall, but was immediately shot down by the enemy. The few of us that were left got back to where we started from. Some companies had not more than five men left. Nine others and myself were all that were left out of fifty-five that we went in with. Two lieutenants and nearly all of the missing in my company were killed. About ten were taken prisoners. It was here that we lost Col. Miller, who was shot seven times. [*I have a story on Col. Miller being shot.] About dark five of my company came in who had been left sick on the march; and being second sergeant I was put in command of the five belonging to my company, and nine others who belonged to Company F. I held that position until we got back to Virginia; to which we started at ten o’clock that night.
The retreat was made to Heggearstoune, Maryland, without any serious trouble, although it rained every day. We had some skirmishes as we got in the neighborhood of Heaggearstoune. Now, as the army went into Pennsylvania, we forded the Potomac River; on our return the river had swollen so much there had to be a pontoon bridge put in for the army to cross upon and this caused some delay, and while here we had some little picket fighting but nothing of a serious nature. On the 12th of July, we had a little fight with some cavalry but very little gained on either side, although we lay in line of battle the remainder of the day and night. On the 13th everything was quiet and we coked rations and that night started for the pontoon bridge. We were halted within some two miles of Falling Water, where the pontoon bridge was thrown across the Potomac River. Here we were told that we could lie down and rest until the advance of the army could cross the river. We were also told that Gen. Stewart was looking after the rear. So we lay down, and, having lost so much sleep we were soon asleep, and while in this condition the Federal Cavalry made a raid on us. When we woke up the Yankees were all around us. But in a very few minutes we had rallied and formed our forces and a hand to hand conflict began. We drove them back some eight hundred yards with heavy loss on both sides. My regiment only had one hundred and forty-five men engaged and we lost forty-five men in this engagement. I had seven balls shot though my clothes and three lodged in my cartridge box and one in the britch [sic] of my gun, and did not break the skin on my person. I thought at the time, and think so yet, that one man shot all these balls that struck me, for it was done before I could have walked thirty yards and they were armed with Spencer Rifles. Either one of the balls that lodged in my cartridge box would have killed me if it had not been full of cartridges. They all three stopped in the third tier of cartridges.
The writer of this battle was born in Carroll County, Tennessee, September the 8th, 1834, and removed with my parents to Panola County, Mississippi in the year 1844, and settled on a farm. On the 6th day of July, 1848. My father, Ephriam Park, died and left my mother and three sisters, two older and one younger than myself, and I only a little more than fourteen years old. The support of this family devolved on me. On the 31st day of August, 1856, I was married to Miss Delila Adaline Foster who is still living, I being three years older than she.
On the 9th day of March, 1862, I enlisted in the Confederate Army in Company I, 42nd Mississippi Regiment and served in the army of Northern Virginia until April the 2nd, 1865--seven days before the surrender of Gen. R. E. Lee at Appomattox Court House, on the 9th, 1865.
I was carried to Point Lookout, Maryland, and lay in Federal prison for two months and fourteen days. Returned to my home in Panola County, Mississippi, June the 25th, and engaged in farming until winter of Seventy-Eight. I moved to Lonoke County, Arkansas, and settled on a farm where I remained until 1898. I came to Pulaski County, Arkansas, and lived on the John R. Fraser Farm one year and then moved to Little Rock on January the 16th, 1899, and stopped at 2219 Center Street where I have remained ever since, engaged in carpenter work.
Religious belief, Methodist. Politics, Democrat, warp and filling. My grandfather on my father’s side was killed in the Battle of 1812 at New Orleans. Myself and wife have thirty-eight grandchildren now living--all in Arkansas.
Andrew Park
2219 Center Street
Little Rock, Arkansas
This story was placed in the "Civil War Times" by R. M. Moore, a decendant of Andrew Park's. It is in the August 2005, Vol. XLIV, No. 3. edition.