In the early morning hours of November 25, 1863, six brave souls from the 8th Kentucky (U.S.) volunteered to scale the heights of Lookout Mountain above Chattanooga, Tennessee, to see if the mountaintop’s Confederate defenders had departed. When they discovered that Braxton Bragg’s men were indeed gone, the Kentuckians planted their regimental flag at the crest. At dawn, the rest of the Union Army huddled on the slopes below observed the flag and knew that Lookout Mountain was theirs, resulting in “wild and prolonged cheers,” according to Maj. Gen. Joseph Hooker, whose men had secured the position. To celebrate the occasion, the detachment, led by 49-year-old Captain John Wilson, had their photograph (right) taken on Lookout Rock, one of many subsequent photos taken from the dizzying heights.
The fight for
control of Lookout Mountain had occurred the day before and centered on the
slopes below the crest, primarily at a place called the Craven House. Defending
the position were several Mississippi and Alabama regiments in Moore’s and
Walthall’s brigades with about 2,700 men, both part of Maj. Gen. Carter L.
Stevenson’s division. The Mississippians, all in one brigade, were commanded by
Edward Cary Walthall. A native of Richmond, Virginia, Walthall (left) moved to Holly
Springs at a young age and began practicing law in Coffeeville in the 1850s.
After being elected district attorney, Walthall joined the army as a lieutenant
in the “Yalobusha Rifles” of the 15th Mississippi but by the fall of 1863 had
been promoted to brigadier general. Perhaps his greatest day as a commander
would come on November 25 with his defense of Missionary Ridge. On the 24th,
however, his brigade was engaged in a desperate struggle to hold the slopes of
Lookout Mountain.
During the
desperate fighting, the 34th Mississippi was cut off from the rest of
Walthall’s Brigade and had to withdraw as best they could up the steep, rocky
slopes of the mountain, all the while suffering from Federal artillery fire
raining down on them. Of that experience, one of Benton’s men, Private Henry
Woodson of Co. E, wrote that “The whole face of the mountain was lurid with
bursting shells and seems to belch smoke from every crevice, while the mountain
itself seemed to howl and shriek as if a million demons had been aroused in its
caverns.” The rest of Walthall’s brigade fought stubbornly around the Craven
House but was forced back by overwhelming odds to a second line several hundred
yards further up the mountain. By the afternoon, after being reinforced by
Pettus’ brigade from the crest of Lookout Mountain, Walthall’s and Moore’s men
managed to patch together a defensive line, but it was both thin and
precarious. Luckily, the swirling fog and heavy clouds of smoke helped hide the
weak condition of the Confederate position. Finally, after being battered all
day, they were withdrawn about 8:00 p.m. and moved to the defense of Missionary
Ridge. During the engagement, nearly 240 men from the 34th Mississippi were
reported as wounded and missing, and many of those were captured. An untold
number were killed.
Among the men serving that day in the 34th Mississippi
was a private by the name of Thomas Jefferson Blythe. Born in August 1829 in
Alabama, T.J. Blythe was nineteen years old when he married Ester Elvira Baum
and settled down in Marshall County, Mississippi. His father, Andrew Jackson
Blythe, served briefly in the Second Seminole War in Florida in 1836 as a
musician, but was stricken with measles and had to come back home to
Mississippi. On April 27, 1862, thirty-four year old T.J. enlisted in Co. F
(the “Goodman Guards”), 34th Mississippi Infantry, along with two brothers,
John Wesley and Newton Jasper Blythe. Of the three, John Wesley became an
officer, serving as a lieutenant. Remarkably, all three survived the war. T.J.,
in fact, lived until 1907 and is buried (right) in the Lowry Methodist Cemetery near
Ripley along with a son named Henry Patton Foote (lower right) who died in 1898. Blythe’s
name might be just another of the thousands of Confederate veterans who are
buried in graveyards across the state, except that he happens to be the great
grandfather of a U.S. president. Henry Patton Foote Blythe’s son, as it turns
out, was a traveling salesman. Killed in an automobile accident in 1946, he died
just three months before the birth of his son. Hailing from the little town of
Hope, Arkansas, young William Jefferson Blythe III adopted the name of his
stepfather when he was fifteen years old. Today, of course, we know him as
President Bill Clinton.PHOTO AND IMAGE SOURCES:
(1) 8th Kentucky: http://muddyboots76blogspot.com
(2) Walthall: http://records.ancestry.com
(3) Craven House: Photo by author
(4) Benton: http://findagrave.com
(5) 34th Mississippi Flag: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com
(6) (7) Thomas Jefferson Blythe and Henry Patton Blythe: http://findagrave.com
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