We
rested one day at Frederick and continued
our march to Hagerstown where went
into camp. This was Saturday the 13th of September 1862, and that
evening the cavalry reported
the enemy not far away.
Next
morning, Sunday the 14th, we marched back a few miles to South Mountain,
formed line of battle
and waited the coming of McClellan's
advance. About 3 o' clock in the evening the pickets began firing, the
position of the
23rd Geo. Was about half way down
the mountain to the left of the road, seven companies of which were
behind a rock fence
and the other three companies D.E.
& B, exposed, my company B. one of them. The Yankees advanced in
great force, and seemingly
with much assurance. For a while we
three companies made it as warm as possible for them, but soon we were
shot out. In fifteen
minutes with 32 men in my company,
23 were killed and wounded, five dead on the field. The other companies,
D & E, suffered
in about the same ratio. I have
never been able to account for my escape.
We
were lying flat on the ground and upon our
knees to shoot. Sergent Price by
whose side I was lying, and who is now, if living, a Baptist preacher,
in North Georgia,
received several wounds, and a man
on my right was shot in the forehead, fell dead across me. When my
company was shot out,
I got behind a big rock which was in
line with the regiment behind the rock fence and there I found Lt.
Steel of Company D.
We were lying side by side looking
at the blaze of fire from the men behind the rick fence and listening to
the hurrahs of
the Yankees who made charge after
charge when an occasional bullet came up the line our way. Lt. Steel
remarked, "They have
flanked the regiment on their right
and we will be captured". I told him I thought not or hoped not, when
just then I heard
the dull thud of the bullet that hit
him, and he said "I am killed". He never moved, and the bullet that hit
him, must have
entered his heart. It must have gone
over me or under me for I was nearest the direction from whence it
came. This battle,
much of it, was at night, as late as
9 o' clock it must have lasted. The regiment behind the rock fence were
about out of
ammunition, and fortunately about
this time the Yankees ceased firing. Our troops away to the right were
giving away and word
was passed up the line to quietly
slip away which the men did, and the regiment escaped capture. The loss
here to the regiment
was confined principally to the
three companies. Away to our right we suffered considerably, losing many
men and officers,
and among the latter, my brother,
E.S. Barclay, Lt. Col. Phillips, Geo. Legion who was seriously wounded,
and though he lived
a year or so thereafter, never
recovered.
The
enemy, some of our men said who were wounded
and captured said the Yankees loss
in front of the rock wall was about 300 killed, including the Federal
General Reneau(Reno). Gen.
Hill rode up to Gen. Colquitt during
the fight and asked what regiment that was down there and said they
would be captured.
Brother
William was proud of the conduct of
his regiment that night. In his
report of that battle, General Hill called Brother the hero of South
Mountain. This battle
was made necessary to the assembling
of the army for the great battle of Sharpsburg which followed the next
Tuesday and Wednesday.
All that Sunday night we marched,
passing through the village of Sharpsburg and went into camps on the
banks of the Potomac.
After the close calls I had in this
battle, it would seem I never should have been scared thereafter. . .
Sources:
Unknown, Barclay Reminiscence . http://196thovi.tripod.com/23rdgeorgiainfantry/id34.html [accessed August 15, 2012.]
Unknown, Barclay photo . [accessed August 15, 2012]
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