Report of Major Charles S. Peyton, Nineteenth Virginia Infantry, commanding Garnett's brigade, Pickett's division.
CAMP NEAR WILLIAMSPORT, MD., July 9, 1863.
MAJOR: In compliance with instructions from division headquarters, I have the honor to report the part taken by this brigade in
the late battle near Gettysburg, Pa., July 3.
Notwithstanding the long and severe marches made by the troops of this brigade, they reached the field about 9 a. m., in
high spirits and in good condition. At about 12 p. m. we were ordered to take position behind the crest of the hill on which the
artillery, under Colonel Alexander, was planted, where we lay during a most terrific cannonading, which opened at 1.30 p. m., and
was kept up without intermission for one hour.
During the shelling, we lost about 20 killed and wounded. Among the killed was Lieutenant-Colonel Ellis, of the Nineteenth Virginia,
whose bravery as a soldier, and his innocence, purity, and integrity as a Christian, have not only elicited the admiration of his own
command, but endeared him to all who knew him.
At 2.30 p. m., the artillery fire having to some extent abated, the order to advance was given, first by Major-General Pickett
in person, and repeated by General Garnett with promptness, apparent cheerfulness, and alacrity. The brigade moved forward at
quick time. The ground was open, but little broken, and from 800 to 1, 000 yards from the crest whence we started to the enemy's
line. The brigade moved in good order, keeping up its line almost perfectly, notwithstanding it had to climb three high post and
rail fences, behind the last of which the enemy's skirmishers were first met and immediately drive in. Moving on, we soon
met the advance line of the enemy, lying concealed in the grass on the slope, about 100 yards in front of his second line, which
consisted of a stone wall about breast high, running nearly parallel to and about 30 paces from the crest of the hill, which was
lined with their artillery.
The first line referred to above, after offering some resistance, was completely routed, and driven in confusion back to the
stone wall. Here we captured some prisoners, which were ordered to the rear without a guard. Having routed the enemy here, General
Garnett ordered the brigade forward, which it promptly obeyed, loading and firing as it advanced.
Up to this time we had suffered but little from the enemy's batteries, which apparently had been much crippled previous to our
advance, with the exception of one posted on the mountain, about 1 mile to our right, which enfiladed nearly our entire line with
fearful effect, sometimes as many as 10 men being killed and wounded by the bursting of a single shell. From the point it had first
routed the enemy, the brigade moved rapidly forward toward the stone wall, under a galling fire both from artillery and infantry,
the artillery using grape and canister. We were now within about 75 paces of the wall, unsupported on the right and left, General
Kemper being some 50 or 60 yards behind and to the right, and General Armistead coming up in our rear.
General Kemper's line was discovered to be lapping on ours, when, deeming it advisable to have the line extended on the right to
prevent being flanked, a staff officer rode back to the general to request him to incline to the right. General Kemper not being
present (perhaps wounded at the time), Captain Fry, of his staff, immediately began his exertions to carry out the request, but, in
consequence of the eagerness of the men in pressing forward, it was impossible to have the order carried out.
Our line, much shattered, still kept up the advance until within about 20 paces of the wall, when, for a moment, it recoiled
under the terrific fire that poured into our ranks both from their batteries and from their sheltered infantry. At this moment,
General Kemper came up on the right and General Armistead in rear, when the three lines, joining in concert, rushed forward with
unyielding determination and an apparent spirit of laudable rivalry to plant the Southern banner on the wall of the enemy. His
strongest and last line was instantly gained; the Confederate battle-flag waved over his defenses, and the fighting over the wall
became hand to hand, and of the most desperate character; but more than half having already fallen, our line was found too weak to
rout the enemy. We hoped for a support on the left [which had started simultaneously with ourselves], but hoped in vain. Yet a
small remnant remained in desperate struggle, receiving a fire in front, on the right, and on the left, many even climbing over
the wall, and fighting the enemy in his own trenches until entirely surrounded; and those who were not killed or wounded
were captured, with the exception of about 300 who came off slowly, but greatly scattered, the identity of every regiment being
entirely lost, and every regimental commander killed or wounded.
The brigade went into action with 1,287 men and about 140 officers, as shown by the report of the previous evening, and sustained
a loss, as the list of casualties will show, of 941 killed, wounded, and missing, and it is feared, from all the information
received, that the majority (those reported missing) are either killed or wounded.
It is needles, perhaps, to speak of conspicuous gallantry where all behaved so well. Each and every regimental commander displayed a
cool bravery and daring that not only encouraged their own commands, but won the highest admiration from all those who saw them.
They led their regiments in the fight, and showed, by their conduct, that they only desired their men to follow where they were
willing to lead. But of our cool, gallant, noble brigade commander it may not be out of place to speak. Never had the brigade been
better handled, and never has it done better service in the field of battle. There was scarcely an officer or man in the command
whose attention was not attracted by the cool and handsome bearing of General Garnett, who, totally devoid of excitement or
rashness, rode immediately in rear of his advancing line, endeavoring by his personal efforts, and by the aid of his staff,
to keep his line well closed and dressed. He was shot from his horse while near the center of the brigade, within about 25 paces
of the stone wall. This gallant officer was too well known to need further mention.
Captain [C. F.] Linthicum, assistant adjutant-general, Lieutenant [John S.] Jones, aide-de-camp, and Lieutenant Harrison,
acting aide-de-camp, did their whole duty, and won the admiration of the entire command by their gallant bearing on the field while
carrying orders from one portion of the line to the other, where it seemed almost impossible for any one to escape.
The conduct of Captain [Michael P.] Spessard, of the Twenty eighth Virginia, was particularly conspicuous. His son fell,
mortally wounded, at his side; he stopped but for a moment to look on his dying son, gave him his canteen of water, and pressed on,
with his company, to the wall, which he climbed, and fought the enemy with his sword in their own trenches until his sword was
wrested from his hands by two Yankees; he finally made his escape in safety.
In making the above report, I have endeavored to be as accurate as possible, but have had to rely mainly for information on others,
whose position gave them better opportunity for witnessing the conduct of the entire brigade than I could have, being with, and
paying my attention to, my own regiment.
I am, major, with great respect, your obedient servant,
Chas. S. Peyton,