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The Charleston Daily Courier, Charleston, SC (CSA) Weds May 14, 1862:
p. 1, c. 1 -

           From Mobile.


        Mobile, May 13. - A special dispatch to the Mobile Advertiser,
dated Corinth, May 12, says "the enemy are drawing nearer on our
right, centre and left, as if for a general advance upon our position.
The weather is dry and hot." ...

The Charleston Daily Courier, Charleston, SC (CSA) Weds May 14, 1862:
p. 1, c. 4 -


        From Corinth. -- The following is a special dispatch to the
Mobile Advertiser:

        Corinth, May 8, P.M. -- The anniversary of the battle of Palo
Alto opened with skirmishing between the Federal forces under Gen.
Pope, whose advance rested on the Farmington and Rienzi roads, and the
Confederates under Gen. Price. -- At 2 P.M. the artillery firing was
quite high.
        Capt. Jesse T. Cox's Alabama Cavalry had several wounded in
the affair.
        Late in the evening heavy infantry firing was heard, and the
enemy driven back with great loss.
        Surgeon A.R.Thrall, of the 27th Ohio Regiment, was taken
prisoner, and a Federal Major was killed.
        A flag of truce from the enemy's camp came in yesterday,
asking to exchange Lieut. Col. Adams.  The request was refused.
        Twenty-one prisoners, taken by Scott's Louisiana Cavalry at
Athens, have just arrived.

The Charleston Daily Courier, Charleston, SC (CSA) Weds May 14, 1862:
p. 1, c. 5 -

                        Corinth, Miss., May 3, 1862.

        The first knell of the approaching battle has been struck.
The enemy are at last fairly upon us.  Their camp fires are gleaming
within sight of our outposts, and the booming of their guns sound with
terrible distinctness upon our ears.  Five different roads, converging
from Pittsburg and Hamburg in Corinth, are, while I write, trembling
beneath the tramp of their advancing columns, and the next thirty-six
hours may witness the grandest battle yet fought upon this continent,
whereby will be decided the fate of the fair Valley of the

        Today we have experienced its first serious symptoms.  The
brigade of Gen. Marmaduke, consisting of some twenty-five hundred men,
supported by four pieces of Swett's battery of Mississippi, while on
picket duty at a place called Farmington, about four and a half miles
distant form Corinth, were attacked by an overwhelming force of the
enemy, two batteries of six guns each, and a corresponding array of
calvalry, with a result which at any other time would have been called
a defeat, but which, under present circumstances, may be termed a
prudential retreat.  Fighting commenced with small arms, between he
pickets, about two o'clock.  Our skirmishers were then deployed, and
we drove those of the enemy back.  Reinforcements came up, and finally
whole regiments were engaged in the deadly work.  Gradually we fell
back, and the Federals advanced.  Still volley after volley was
fiercely exchanged, and friend and foe bit the dust.  Between five and
six o'clock the artillery of the enemy was brought to the front, and
for an hour our own little battery maintained, against three times its
strength, a desperate resistance.  The rain of shot and shell was too
much for our infantry, however, and from bush and brake they
disappeared with commendable velocity towards the rear.  Some, if I
must confess it, run most frantically until they reached the line of
reserves, when shame took the place of fear, and they straggled into
camp by two's and three's.  Parts of two regiments- I will not mention
names, in justice to their States, for I believed they will redeem
themselves - joined in this miscellaneous race out of what they
probably considered the "jaws of hell;" but I saw the remainder leave
the field in good order and discipline.

        The force of the enemy engaged was not less than four, and by
some it is estimated as great as ten thousand.  Probably it was six.
Their loss is unknown, as our own casualties are not far from twenty
killed and one hundred wounded.  They now occupy Farmington, from
whence they will press forward as soon as the divisions upon the other
highways are ready for co-operation.  The retreat of our pickets on
this line necessitates the withdrawal of outposts in the advance
elsewhere, to prevent flanking movements - a concentration which, of
course, gives corresponding strength and consistency to our lines.

        The excitement through the army as the rapid booming of the
artillery was borne to the listening ears, can hardly be called
intense, but it was animating in the highest degree.  Now and then you
might hear cheers ringing through the woods as the "long roll" called
the men to arms, but generally you read in their faces a calm
determination as if they felt a decisive hour was at hand, and that
they must meet its issues as became patriots and soldiers.  Every one
moved with alacrity.  There were no laggards.  Equipments were hastily
gathered, a few handful of provisions thrown into their haversacks,
caps were snapped to clear the suspected guns, and the men stepped
into the ranks and filed through the forests to the sounds of drum and
fife.  Every individual knew his place and was there.  Batteries were
shotted, horses hastily saddled, and hill and valley saw alligned in
battle array, the legions, whose thunders once before had shook the
earth.  As night approached the scene was changed.  The firing had
ceased, the camps were again alive with humanity, the roads were
filled with aids, officers, couriers, and cavalry, who an hour before
were rushing headlong to the front; wounded men limped sadly by, or
were borne on the shoulders of comrades; ambulances, baggage wagons
and forage trains swept on amidst the clouds of dust in an almost
endless current, and the whole presented a panorama of life and bustle
that would require a more "light fantastic" pen than mine to convey
even a shadow of ideal.

        While riding towards the field I saw a spectacle which at a
glance told of some of the horrors of war.  A poor woman was passing
by upon a miserable horse, supporting a babe at the breast, and a
child three or four years of age, who clung to her from behind.
Trailing along in the rear was here brood of six little ones, the
eldest apparently not more than eight or ten years old, bearing
another infant on his back.  Tears were rolling down the cheeks of the
mother, and as she rode slowly by she said:  "It's a hard lot,
gentlemen, to have to leave your home in this way and look for another
among strangers.  I have barely had time to escape, and you see all I
can now call my own."

        "How near you were the enemy?"  asked one of our party.

        "So near," was the reply, "that while I was saddling up my
horse, a cannon ball fell within twenty feet of me, and another took
the limb off a tree over my head."

        "Where are you going?"

        "God only knows.  They told me to leave Corinth as soon as I
could, for I shouldn't be safe there, and I am trying to get to some
house in the country beyond."

        The poor lady departed on her way, but to this hour there
haunts me the sad looks of that mother and the innocent faces of the
little children, tramping along in the sand upon their weary and
uncertain journey.  Many a heart throbbed in silent sympathy for the
unfortunate wanderer, and many a fold hand, no doubt, clutched with a
firmed grasp its musket, stirred by the thought of their loved ones at

        P.S. -- Sunday, 5 A.M. -- Renewed activity this morning.
Troops are moving to the front, baggage to the rear, and everything
betokens a speedy fight.  General Bragg has gone forward to his line
this side of Farmington, and other Generals are equally active among
their own divisions.  The weather is lowering.  Clouds gather, and the
storm of battle and storm of nature may burst together.  God be with
the right.

    Transcribed by Milton Sandy, Jr. 6/8/1996 from original
         newspaper in the collection of Van Hedges.


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