One-hundred
and fifty years ago today, my 2x-Great Uncle George Harrison Whitcher was
killed in battle on Cemetery Hill at Gettysburg, Pa at the age of 21 years. He
was born and raised in Lockport, NY, to Bailey Harrison Whitcher and Ordelia
DeLozier. Around 1856, George moved to and took up residence in Michigan. My 2x
Great-Grandma Emma was 10 years old when he left New York.
George
Whitcher enlisted as a volunteer at Port Huron on Aug 6, 1861 at age 19. He
again enlisted as a Private in Company A of the Michigan Seventh Volunteer Infantry on August 22, 1861 at Monroe, under the command of Captain
Thomas H. Hunt of Port Huron. The Seventh left Michigan on September 5, 1861. George
was in Company A with Charles Thompson from Port Huron, also 19 at his
enlistment. Charles and Emma, my ancestress, exchanged letters in 1862,
inferring that Charles and George were the best of companions. They were best
friends. Charles was wounded but survived the war.
The
Michigan Seventh saw engagement at Ball’s Bluff, VA on October 21, 1861. In April
and May of 1862 they engaged at Yorktown, West Point, and Fair Oaks. In June
and July they engaged at Peach Orchard, Savage Station, White Oak Swamp,
Glendale, Malvern Hill, and Manasses. The Seventh was commended for its “steadiness
under fire and for its gallantry in action and its stubborn resistance when
confronting the enemy.” In August and September they engaged at the 2nd Bull
Run, South Mountain in Maryland, and Antietam on September 17, the bloodiest
day of battle in the Civil War, where the infantry’s numbers were cut in half.
In
December they fought at Fredericksburg, Virginia before the winter set in,
where they volunteered to cross the Rappahannock River in pontoon boats against
enemy fire, to drive Confederate sharpshooters from their hiding places, so that
Union engineers could continue laying out the pontoon bridge for crossing. It
is said that the Seventh rode so quickly across the water, their boats suffered
minimal losses. They acted as provost-guard at Falmouth until the spring, when they
saw battle at Chancellorsville and Haymarket, before advancing to Gettysburg,
Pennsylvania. There they joined the Army of the Potomac’s Pennsylvania Campaign.
Between June 27 and 29, they marched 73 miles, each soldier carrying a rifle,
bayonet, cartridge-box, belts, blanket, haversack, and canteen. Upon their
arrival, they were placed in the front of battle at Cemetery Ridge, where they
remained for the duration.
Bodies of the dead on the battlefield. |
Across
the battlefield were 7,000 dead men and 3,000 dead horses; approximately 6
million pounds of dead flesh broiling beneath a summer sun. It was left to the
population of 2,400 in Gettysburg to dispose of the carnage and care for the
wounded. The smell of death cloyed the air for three months, until the first
frost set in. And still, when Abraham Lincoln journeyed to Pennsylvania to
dedicate the new Soldier’s National Cemetery in November, four and a half
months later, stacks of coffins awaiting re-burial in the new cemetery sat
nearby.
What
must it have been like for the families with no answers? With no dead to bury?
For the families whose loved ones blistered in the sun before an identification
could be made?
The Seventh
Michigan Infantry is honored by an 8’ tall monument at Gettysburg,
installed in 1888. The Westerly blue granite monument, with a bronze relief,
was sculpted by Joseph Pasetti, and dedicated on June 12, 1889. The marker
stands where the Seventh held their position on July 2nd and 3rd in Gettysburg.
It stands in the field where my ancestral Uncle fell. It sits east of Hancock
Avenue and just south of the copse of trees on Cemetery Ridge.
On
the front, it is dedicated to the Seventh Michigan Infantry, 3rd Brigade, 2nd
Division 2nd Corps. On the back, a part of the monument states: “Regiment held
this position during the engagement of July 2nd & 3rd. 1863. On the evening
of the 2nd charged front to the left, meeting and aiding in driving back the
enemy. On the 3rd assisted in repulsing Pickett’s Charge, changing front to the
right and assaulting the advancing force in flank. Present for duty 14
officers, 151 men. Total 165. Casualties, 2 officers, 19 men killed; 3
officers, 41 men wounded. Total 65.”
There
is no grave for my ancestor at Gettysburg. According to his dear friend Charles
Thompson, he was not listed among the men buried in the Michigan plot there.
There is no grave for him in Michigan, where he had settled for 10 years before
joining the volunteers. There is no grave for him in Lockport, as there was no
body for the family to mourn or bury.
The
Whitcher family spent a large amount of time and money in a vain search for his
body, or any trace of it, to no avail. I have seen the photos taken of the
bodies strewn about the field. I have down the embalming history about how even
the families who could afford to reclaim their dead for travel back home had
tough luck identifying them on the battlefields. And still, some embalmers were
taking unclaimed bodies for the purpose of posting them outside of their tents
and stores as evidence of their work- a thing to which the surviving soldiers
railed against at the time. But the thought remains that to a family who had
the money to search but could find no body, whose friend was on-site to look
for him, possibly encumbered by his own wounds… perhaps the earth claimed it
faster under the blazing sun. Perhaps he became a prop in an indecent man’s
business.
Sadness
would follow the family when Orville Bailey Whitcher, George’s brother, died the
next summer in battle in Virginia. Their father Bailey Harrison Whitcher died
the following summer. George’s mother, Ordelia, died in 1888, just one year
before Daniel Raymond Whitcher, her eldest son, received a letter from Charles
Thompson, George’s old comrade. Twenty-seven years after the battle at
Gettysburg, the late Lt. Col. Charles Thompson returned to the site- something
he had perhaps done as an annual pilgrimage. There, he found “a small metallic
plate battered and covered with hard earth, in which was stenciled the dead
soldier’s name:”
George H. Whitcher
CO A, 7th MICH., V.
It
had been buried for nearly 24 years and had been dug up from the field three
years earlier. He sent the identifying metal to the family and inquired as to
whether or not George’s body had been recovered and buried elsewhere, as his
name was not among the list of the dead. So many years later, the story made
the local paper, and while no body was ever brought home, it was more closure
than many families received.
George was on the ridge above Little Round Top, along the vertical line of blue, where the Union soldiers were stationed. |
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