2nd Mississippi Infantry

Company F Magnolia Rifles

Our History...Our Heritage...Our Story

Posted February 17, 2010

The story of the tragedy of the American Civil War from the Southern perspective is poorly represented in the state of Vermont, and there are already three Union Vermont units organized. Yet, it is an American story, our defining moment in history. It stands as our national triumph– the preservation of the Union, but it also serves as our national tragedy– the death of more Americans on the field of battle than in any other conflict combined. As such, it links and binds the history of all Americans. You can not recount historical events affected by the brave men from Vermont and elsewhere in the North without mentioning the bravery and devotion to duty shown by their adversaries. As united as we are in our present, so are we united in our history.

The 2nd Mississippi was closely involved in several major engagements of the Civil War. They were part of Bernard Bee's brigade when he noticed that Thomas Jackson's troops were standing like a "Stonewall" at the battle of Bull Run. The 2nd Mississippi anchored the extreme left of the Confederate line at the battle of Antietam and the famous photo of Confederate casualties along the fence on the Hagerstown Pike shows the heavy cost they paid. At Gettysburg the 2nd Mississippi charged up through the Railroad Cut on July 1 and suffered its only loss of their colors in a fierce hand to hand struggle with the 6th Wisconsin. Don Troiani's print "Fight For The Colors" illustrates remarkably this well known incident. In the Wilderness in 1864 the 2nd Mississippi fought itself to the brink of elimination. Only darkness saved the 2nd Mississippi from sacrificeing itself in a spoiling suicidal charge. By the early days of 1865, the toll of the trenches at Petersburg had consumed the 2nd Mississippi to the point where there were probably less than 150 men able to fight. The end came in the Spring when Grant's army finally broke through the Confederate lines. The 2nd Mississippi found itself backed up against a swollen creek named Hatcher's Run and cornered on three sides by advancing Union troops. Only a few brave individuals made it across the creek saving their torn and shredded battle flag from capture again. That flag was also saved from the surrender at Appomatox and is currently displayed in its restored state at the Mississippi Department of Archives and History.

 

It is a story that will always be worth telling, and the 2nd Mississippi Infantry is 100% dedicated to telling it completely, truthfully, and with captivating passion. Its members are experienced re-enactors fully equipped with authentic uniforms, weaponry, camp equipment and stories to tell that bring history to life

 

Songs of the Civil War

MY HOME! MY COUNTRY!

 Most of the folks that lived around this area were simple farmers with a few acres of corn and other vegetables. Their world was dominated by tending the crops, nurturing their children, and every Sunday attending the small chapel near the village. Every few weeks as needed they would hitch up their wagon and head to town where they would stock up on needed supplies at the general store. There they might meet a neighbor and perhaps discuss events and news that came from the region and even beyond. Most of it was probably local gossip though. News from abroad didn’t carry the same appeal. A few recalled that in some year previous,  news spread about a territory called Kansas, but nobody paid much attention to that. To them Washington might as well have been a foreign city just like Paris where people talked funny.

Their views on politics were limited as well. Politics were for learned folk like the Colonel who was probably the best known man in the area. Folks here didn’t have an opinion about the darkies except that there weren’t many around. One would have to travel many miles for the nearest plantation. Some might have believed that owning a darkie was a sign of wealth and status. Some believed that was the natural order of things as ordained by the edicts of the bible. It’s what they had been lead to believe as they grew up which included the generation before them and the generation before that. But for the most part, most simply believed their meager earnings from the sale of a few surplus vegetables and perhaps a few beaver furs would never amount to much. In other words, they were not destined to be plantation owners. Such was the life in the small town of Ripley in Tippah County in northeastern Mississippi.

One day a rider road into town with news of the election. A country man from Illinois had been elected President of the United States. True to form many were indifferent but some had come to believe that this man would bring change which could be possibly harmful and threatening to their families. Soon it wasn’t long before folk gathered in town to learn more about this change. Knots of men could be seen in heated discussions some even expressing a desire for war! Prior to all this commotion the Colonel’s militia group was viewed almost as a men’s club, but now it’s numbers grew and the small unit could be seen drilling more and more. People were fearful although many were just unsure. All they knew is that their home their farm and their family was the center of their life. Their world was their community and they would band together to protect themselves from the outside. It didn’t matter if that threat was as times past from Indians or perhaps from a new President of the United States. Heck, they didn’t even know what the United States was.

Life in and around Ripley changed even more when on another day news arrived that Mississippi had chosen to dissolve the union between itself and those other united states.  

Visitors arrived into the small hamlet almost daily from that point and loud oratory could be heard even from some who had never been given to public address. Their message was one of war and it was reinforced with loud cannon and music. For the majority of folk who had never before witnessed such racket, it was very exciting.

 One such excited person was Samuel Hankins.

 “I had entered my sixteenth year, and like most boys my age, felt my importance. At the first war meeting in nearby Guntown, where I lived, I was the first to enlist and was eager for the fray. My father though was bitterly opposed to secession, but unlike many who advocated war freely and took no part therein, he enlisted early and served until the end. Upon learning of my intention to enlist he said: “Why my son you are entirely too young to perform the duties that will be required of a soldier, and as I intend to enlist myself, you should remain at home to look after your dear mother and sisters while I am away. This war is going to be long and severe, and you will have ample time after you have grown older to do your share.” I made no reply as I was determined to enlist even without his consent. Upon learning of my determination he consented, which pleased me very much.”

Samuel joined a full company of volunteers assigned to the 2nd Mississippi Infantry raised from the small town of Ripley. He was about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life. His first stop on that journey would be another small hamlet called Manassas.