In my old history classroom, there once hung a meme that declared: “You may be cool, but you’ll never be Teddy Roosevelt riding a moose across a river cool.”
As it turns out, Samuel C. Wright might actually be that cool.
In recent weeks I was the beneficiary of a great deal of research and work done by a somewhat distant relative of my wife. This woman self-published a long family history of the Wright family, the maiden name of my wife's maternal grandmother. I've been working to independently confirm and verify the information provided in the couple hundred pages of names and dates, and it is certainly a long process.
Among those dryly entered into those pages, with little more
than his vital information of birth, marriage, and death, was Samuel Cole
Wright. He and my wife share a common ancestor, Adam Wright, who had been born
in Plympton, Massachusetts, circa 1645. Adam is my wife’s 8
th
great-grandfather, following along through Adam’s son Moses, all the way down
to her maternal grandmother. Samuel was Adam’s 4
th great-grandson, through
a line headed by Adam’s son John. In all, this makes Samuel her 5
th
cousin 4x removed.
While the family history lists him the same as any other
Tom, Dick, or Harry, Samuel was much more than that, as made evident by his
valiant service to the Union during the American Civil War. While fighting with
the 29th Massachusetts Regiment, he was in more than two dozen
battles, wounded numerous times, lost an eye and kept the bullet that claimed
it as charm, was reported dead multiple times, and received the Medal of Honor.
Before we get to his Civil War service, however, we ought to
start at the beginning. Samuel was born September 29, 1842 in Plympton,
Massachusetts — a town that appears frequently in the first 200 or so years of
Wrights after coming to Plymouth. Samuel was the eighth of ten born to Winslow
Wright and Mary Cole, with Winslow being the great-grandson of Ezekiel Loring,
a lieutenant during the American Revolution.
Samuel was raised in Plympton, working along with older
brother William Henry Harrison Wright as a shoemaker, according to the 1860
U.S. Census. A couple months after the Census taker visited the Wright family,
Abraham Lincoln was elected President of the United States, setting off a
series of events that culminated in the Civil War beginning in April 1861. On
May 18, 1861, 18-year-old Samuel decided to do his part to preserve the Union, formally
enlisting as a private with the 29th Regiment Massachusetts
Volunteer Infantry. Little did Samuel know that he would spend the next four
years in bitter battles waged in 15 states while traveling more than 4,200
miles, as reported by William Osborne’s 1877 The History of the Twenty-ninth Regiment of Massachusetts Volunteer
Infantry, in the Late War of the Rebellion. He is said to have participated
in 30 battles, wounded five times, and twice reported dead, according to U.S., Civil War Soldier Records and
Profiles, 1861-1865. He would twice be promoted for gallantry in action.
About one year into his service came a head wound as he was struck
by a fragment of shell during the Battle of White Oak Swamp in Virginia on June
30, 1862.
About 16 months after enlisting, one of Samuel’s most
harrowing experiences came about near Sharpsburg, Maryland, along Antietam
Creek. The Battle of Antietam, fought on September 17, 1862, nearly proved to be
the end of Samuel’s story — and as the fog of war raged on that day, some
reported it had been his end. As Union General George B. McClellan sat poised
for battle on September 16, only to, as he’s become infamous for, hedge his
bets and delay to the next day. The day before the actual battle itself began,
rounds of artillery between the two sides provided an ominous beginning,
according to Samuel’s own recollections. “The shot from the first piece of
artillery fired took off the leg of the color-bearer of my regiment,” he
reported in U.S., Civil War Soldier
Records and Profiles, 1861-1865. The ensuing volley of artillery fire “was
at times very lively,” he added.
As dawn broke on September 17, so too did the camps as “troops
were sent out to engage the enemy in our front. The roar of cannon and small
arms was deafening.” While Samuel could certainly hear the enemy, he was unable
to see them as the battle began. “From where we lay we could only hear the
cannonading, we could not see the enemy, as a growth of woods impaired our
view. It was, perhaps, as well, that we could not see the carnage wrought.”
When Samuel and his compatriots, including the famed Irish
Brigade, were dispatched to support other Union troops in the thick of battle,
they “hurriedly” made their way to Antietam Creek and forded across it. “The
stream was so deep, that in crossing, we only had to remove the stoppers of our
canteens and they would fill themselves,” he recalled. “We held rifles and
ammunition above our heads.”
Once they successfully crossed the creek — and “removed our
shoes, wrung out our stockings” — the regiment was ordered forward, directly
toward the Sunken Road. Prior to the war, the Sunken Road was a dirt farm lane
used as a shortcut by locals and farmers. After the Battle of Antietam it had infamously
earned the macabre nickname of the Bloody Lane.
“Going up the hill we could see the cause of our sudden call,”
Samuel recalled. “The hill was strewn with dead and dying; yes, and with those
unhurt, for to stand was to be instantly killed by the sharpshooters who filled
the ‘Sunken Road.’”
As the bodies continued to pile up, historians estimate 5,600
from both sides, Union troops planned to tackle a fence along the Sunken Road. The
initial attempts were disastrous, and now Samuel likely faced a similar fate.
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An Alex Gardner photo taken of part of the Sunken Road, or the Bloody Lane, in the aftermath of the Battle of Antietam. |
“Some 200 yards in advance of our position, which we were
holding at a terrible cost, was a fence built high and strong. The troops in
advance had tried to scale the fence and reform under that hell of fire. They
were actually torn to shreds and wedged into the fence,” Samuel vividly
recalled.
Brigadier General Thomas Francis Meagher, an Irish immigrant
whose own personal history is quite fascinating, called for this fence to be
removed. Samuel was among those who volunteered to risk it all to do so.
“The cry came to us for volunteers to pull down the fence.
Instantly there sprang from the long line, fast being shortened as the ranks
closed up over the dead, seventy-six volunteers. We ran straight for the fence
amid a hail of iron and lead, the dead falling all about us, but to reach the
fence was our only thought. A part of the force reached it, and, as one would
grasp a rail it would be sent flying out of his hands by rifle-shots. The fence
leveled, we made the attempt to return, and it was as hot for us on the retreat,
as it had been on the advance. Few escaped death or wounds. I had almost
regained my regiment, when I was hit.”
Samuel was hit in the left knee but refused to heed the calls
of officers to retreat to the rear, instead receiving treatment by the
regimental surgeon where he had been wounded.
Ultimately, his actions at Antietam would result in being
awarded the Medal of Honor — the highest and most prestigious recognition a
member of the military can receive in the United States.
The following year was a difficult one for Samuel. In June
1863, Samuel contracted typhus, a disease that was among the more lethal
ailments Civil War soldiers faced. He would be hospitalized and treated for
typhus in Tennessee, laid up for three-to-four months. An Army wagon being
pulled by a team of six mules would run over Samuel in October 1863, crushing
his foot and causing unspecified internal injuries, according to Congressional
records.
The summer of 1864 saw even more damage done in battle,
including the loss of his eye. On June 2, 1864, during the Battle of Cold
Harbor near Mechanicsville, Virginia, Samuel was wounded by a gunshot to his
left arm. He was fortunate in this instance as no amputation was necessary, and
he not only survived but was able to return to the battlefield after some
recuperation before what would prove to be his final battlefield action the
ensuing month.
It was on July 30, 1864, at the Battle of the Crater, part
of the Union Army’s siege on Petersburg, Virginia, when it appeared Samuel was
surely dead. During the battle, a bullet took out his right eye upon striking
his head. In
U.S., Civil War Soldier
Records and Profiles, 1861-1865, it is asserted that Samuel “was shot
directly in the right eye,” while Congressional records explain he had been hit
by a “rifle ball, which destroyed his right eye, the ball passing to the back
of his head, was left for dead, and was so reported.” His July 7, 1906 obituary
in the pages of
The Boston Evening
Transcript reads “his head was penetrated by a bullet which entered at the
back and put out one of his eyes; contrary to all expectations he recovered
from the wounds, the bullet in his head was extracted, and he had carried it as
a watch-charm ever since.” His retention of the unusual battle memento is
reaffirmed in
U.S., Civil War Soldier
Records and Profiles, 1861-1865, which notes Samuel “still keeps the bullet
as an awful souvenir of his closeness to death.”
After the Battle of the Crater, Samuel was sent home and
spent 18 months recovering from what had been assumed to be a mortal wound. He
was mustered out of the Army as a sergeant on February 3, 1865, just a couple
months before Robert E. Lee surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox Court
House. He would live on another 42 years after his final fight for the Union.
In his post-war life, Samuel remained primarily in Plympton,
working as a farmer and then a trader or running a storefront, while also joining
the Masons. He would later land a job in Boston at the Customs House, a
position he would hold until the day he died. According to the Boston Evening Transcript, Samuel was “popular”
among his co-workers and “his service was highly appreciated by the Government.”
On January 3, 1870, 27-year-old Samuel married Mary E. Nickerson,
the 27-year-old daughter of William and Betsey Nickerson of Plymouth. Samuel
and Mary had just one child, a daughter named Mary Dresser Wright, born on May
21, 1875 in Boston. Young Mary would go on to marry Augustus C. Sproul, a
native of Bristol, Maine.
Samuel and Mary would split their time seasonally between
Boston in the winter and Plympton in the summer. Records indicate his time as a
resident of Boston was largely, if not entirely, in South Boston, first on K
Street and, later on, Sixth Street.
As for his death, it was the old ticker that did him in unexpectedly.
He had been recovering for several weeks from a bout of pneumonia, but had returned
to work at the Customs House. In fact, Samuel was at work and “seemed in good
health” when he left for home the evening of his death. According to The Boston Evening Transcript, upon
arriving home, Samuel “ate a hearty dinner,” and then “started out from the
house with a pail of ashes to dump behind the barn and his failure to return
within a reasonable time caused the family members some apprehension.” Various
relatives in the immediate area began searching for Samuel, ultimately finding
his body just beyond the barn around 8 p.m. He was 63-years-old.