The Burning of the Sultana
By Wm. H. Norton, Company C, 115th
Ohio, 1892
Midnight’s dreary hour has past,
The mists of night are falling Fast,
Sultana sounds her farewell blast,
And braves the might stream;
The swollen river’s banks overflow,
The deaden clouds are hanging low
And veil the stars bright silver glow,
And darkness reigns supreme.
The mists of night are falling Fast,
Sultana sounds her farewell blast,
And braves the might stream;
The swollen river’s banks overflow,
The deaden clouds are hanging low
And veil the stars bright silver glow,
And darkness reigns supreme.
Her engine fires now brighter burn,
Her mammoth wheels now faster turn,
Her dipping paddles lightly spurn
The river’s foaming crest:
And drowsy Memphis, lost to sight,
Now fainter shows her beacon light,
As Sultana steams in the dead of night,
And the Union soldiers rest.
Her mammoth wheels now faster turn,
Her dipping paddles lightly spurn
The river’s foaming crest:
And drowsy Memphis, lost to sight,
Now fainter shows her beacon light,
As Sultana steams in the dead of night,
And the Union soldiers rest.
The sleeping soldiers dream of home,
To them the long-sought day had come,
No more in prison pens to moan,
Or guarded by the gray;
At last the changing fates of war
Had swing their prison “gates ajar,”
And “laurel wreaths” from the North afar
Await their crowning day.
To them the long-sought day had come,
No more in prison pens to moan,
Or guarded by the gray;
At last the changing fates of war
Had swing their prison “gates ajar,”
And “laurel wreaths” from the North afar
Await their crowning day.
For Peace has raised her magic
hand,
The Stars and Stripes wave o’er the land,
The conquered foemen now disband,
“As melts the mowing dew;”
And mothers wear their wonted smile,
And aged sires the hours beguile,
And plighted love awaits the while
The coming of the blue.
The Stars and Stripes wave o’er the land,
The conquered foemen now disband,
“As melts the mowing dew;”
And mothers wear their wonted smile,
And aged sires the hours beguile,
And plighted love awaits the while
The coming of the blue.
On sails the steamer through the
gloom,
On sleep the soldiers to their doom,
And death’s dark angel oh! so soon-
Calls loud the muster roll.
A-burst-a-crash-and-timbers fly,
On sleep the soldiers to their doom,
And death’s dark angel oh! so soon-
Calls loud the muster roll.
A-burst-a-crash-and-timbers fly,
And-flame-and-steam-leap to the
sky,
And-men awakened-but-to die-
Commend to God their souls.
And-men awakened-but-to die-
Commend to God their souls.
Out from the flame’s encircling
fold,
Like a mighty rush of warriors, bold,
They leap to the river dark and cold,
And search for the hidden shore.
In the cabins, -and-pinioned-there,
A mid-the-smoke-and-fire-and-glare,
The-awful-wail-of-death’s-despair
Is heard above the roar.
Like a mighty rush of warriors, bold,
They leap to the river dark and cold,
And search for the hidden shore.
In the cabins, -and-pinioned-there,
A mid-the-smoke-and-fire-and-glare,
The-awful-wail-of-death’s-despair
Is heard above the roar.
Out on, the river’s rolling tide,
Out from the steamer’s burning side,
Out where the circle is growing wide,
They battle with the waves.
And drowning men each other clasp,
And writhing in death’s closing grasp
They struggle bravely, but at last
Sink to watery graves.
Out from the steamer’s burning side,
Out where the circle is growing wide,
They battle with the waves.
And drowning men each other clasp,
And writhing in death’s closing grasp
They struggle bravely, but at last
Sink to watery graves.
Oh! for the star’s bright silver
light
Oh! for a moon to dispel the night!
Oh! for the hand that should guide aright
The way to the distant land!
Clinging to driftwood and floating down,
Caught in the eddies and whirling around,
Washed to the flooded banks are found
The survivors of that band.
Oh! for a moon to dispel the night!
Oh! for the hand that should guide aright
The way to the distant land!
Clinging to driftwood and floating down,
Caught in the eddies and whirling around,
Washed to the flooded banks are found
The survivors of that band.
On April 27, 1865, the steamboat
“Sultana” exploded and sank while traveling up the Mississippi
River, killing an estimated 1,800 people. The event remains the worst
maritime disaster in U.S. history (the sinking of the Titanic killed
1,512 people). Yet few know the story of this tragedy.
“In the long list embracing
every engagement of the Rebellion, the Union killed on the field have
exceeded the loss of lives by this explosion in only four great
battles: the Wilderness, Gettysburg, Spottsylvania and Antietam.
There have been more lives lost by this explosion than were killed
from the Union ranks in the combined battles of Fredericksburg,
Franklin, and Five Forks; more than were killed from the Union ranks
on the fields of battle at Pea Ridge, Perryville, and Pleasant Hill
combined; more than the Union loss in killed at Chancellorsville, or
Chickamauga, or Shiloh. Only the fact that it occurred just at the
close of the great war, just when the country was bowed in grief at
the murder of its beloved first citizen, gave it relatively a minor
place in the history of that time.”
– Jesse Hawes, author
Cahaba: A Story of Captive Boys in Blue
The Sultana was on its way from
Vicksburg, Mississippi, to St. Louis when the explosion occurred,
says Jerry Potter, a Memphis lawyer and author of The Sultana
Tragedy. The vessel was packed with Union soldiers who'd been
released from Confederate prison camps.
By the spring of 1865 the war was close
to its end, and the opposing armies agreed that it was time to
release their prisoners and send them home. After the prisoners were
released they had a hard time making their way west across the South
to Vicksburg, where, they had been told, steamboats would carry them
to their homes in the north.
Traveling north from Vicksburg on the
Mississippi River, boats could reach the Missouri, Ohio, and
Tennessee rivers and, from there, the towns of the American Midwest
from which the soldiers had come. But to get to the Mississippi River
at Vicksburg the soldiers had to travel by boat, by train, and on
foot. Because they were so weak from their war and prison experiences
some of them died along the way. Making matters worse, some of the
trains derailed due to the damaged railroad tracks — many of the
railroad tracks had been destroyed by the war. In 1865 there were no
highways and not even many good roads.
The owners of the steamboats had been
competing to see who could arrange for the most freed prisoners on
their boats. The steamboat companies were paid $5 for each enlisted
man and $10 per officer by the government to transport the soldiers
and freed prisoners – a lot of money in 1865. And, some of the
company employees bribed army officials in Vicksburg to make sure
they got as many passengers as possible.
Desperate to get home, the POWs
persuaded army officers to let them all on the steamship. When the
Sultana pulled out of Vicksburg for her journey north, she was
carrying approximately 2,100 more passengers than her capacity of
376. The weight on the top deck was so heavy that prior to launch
stanchions were installed underneath to strengthen the support, but,
despite the alterations, the deck was still sagging. The Sultana was
loaded to more than six times its capacity.
Add to this overload the flood stage of
the Mississippi River then. That day, the water was moving very
quickly and contained a lot of trees and other debris. And it was
very cold and very, very dark.
In Loss of the Sultana and
Reminiscences of Surivors (1892), Rev. Chester D. Berry wrote …
“But there was one thing that
was unfavorable, and that was the pitchy darkness of the night. It
was raining a little, or had been,
and but occasional glimpses of timber were all that could be seen,
even when the flames were the
brightest, consequently the men did not know what direction to take,
and one man, especially, swam up stream.
“Another thing that added
greatly to the loss of life is the fact that the river at this place
is three miles wide, and at the time of the accident it was very high
and had overflown its banks, and many, doubtless, perished after they
reached the timber while trying to get through the woods back to the
bluffs, the flats being deeply under water.
“Others died from exposure in
the icy-cold water after they had reached the timber, but were unable
to climb a tree or crawl upon a log and thus get out of the water.”
One assumes the passengers were dozing. Two or three more days and they would be home again. Then they could sleep and eat and rest, and the terrible prison camp experiences could begin to fade in their memories. The war was over; just a few more hours on this crowded steamboat, and they would be home.
The Sultana made it only a few miles north of Memphis. Near 2:00 A.M. on April 27, 1865, when the Sultana
was just seven miles north of Memphis, her boilers suddenly exploded,
and the entire center of the boat erupted like a volcano. It was as
if a tremendous bomb had gone off. The shrapnel, the steam and the
boiling water killed hundreds.
It should also be remembered that among
the passengers were twelve ladies, most of them belonging to the
Christian commission, an association akin to that of the sanitary
commission of the Army of the Potomac.
According to Berry ...
“One of these ladies, with more
than ordinary courage, when the flames at last drove all the men from
the boat, seeing them fighting like demons in the water in the mad
endeavor to save their lives, actually destroying each other and
themselves by their wild actions, talked to them, urging them to be
men, and finally succeeded in getting them quieted down, clinging to
the ropes and chains that hung over the bow of the boat.
“The flames now began to lap
around her with their fiery tongues. The men pleaded and urged her to
jump into the water and thus save herself, but she refused, saying:
'I might lose my presence of mind and be the means of the death of
some of you.'
“And so, rather than run the
risk of becoming the cause of the death of a single person, she
folded her arms quietly over her bosom and burned, a voluntary martyr
to the men she had so lately quieted.”
Tragically, the disaster was
overshadowed by other events. On April 9, General Robert E. Lee
surrendered, ending the Civil War; and five days later, U.S.
President Abraham Lincoln was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth, who
himself was killed on the 26th, the day before the Sultana had
exploded on the Mississippi.
Sultana Disaster, April 1865. From List of
Federal prisoners who survived
A Local Connection
John J. Kurtz was born in Pennsylvania in October of 1837, and he died in Otway, Ohio, on April 7, 1921 at
age 83. He was known as “Jack.” Kurtz lived in Brown County
(Waggoner's Ripple, Ohio) for some time before moving to the Otway
community. He is buried in Otway Cemetery.
These two members of Company F (Kurtz's company) died in
the Sultana explosion: J. H. Starrett, corporal company F, 7th Ohio
Cavalry; and J. J. Curley, private company F, 7th Ohio Cavalry
Portsmouth Daily Times, 07 Dec
1921, Wed, Page 6
The following accounts were taken from survivors of the Sultana disaster. They provide a stirring personal view of the tragedy.
N. Wintringer, Chief Engineer stated ...
“As I was chief engineer of that
ill-fated steamer at the time of her explosion I thought that my
recollections of that terrible calamity would be of some interest. I
believe that George Oayton, one of the pilots and myself were the
only officers of the boat that escaped with our lives …
“The 'Sultana' left Cairo on that
fatal trip the 15th of April, 1865, the day after the death of
President Lincoln, and as all wire communications with the south were
cut off at that time, the "Sultana" carried the news of his
assassination and death to all points and military posts on the
Mississippi river as far as New Orleans.
“I do not remember the exact date of
our leaving New Orleans on our return trip. But on our arrival at
Vicksburg, we were ordered to report to carry a load of paroled
soldiers, who, I believe, were from Andersonville and Libby prisons.
“While at Vicksburg we repaired a
boiler. Now it was claimed by some at the time that this boiler was
not properly repaired, and that was the cause of the explosion. In a
short time those boilers
were recovered and the one that had
been repaired at Vicksburg was found in good condition, whole and
intact, and that it was one of the other three that caused the
explosion.
Now what did cause this explosion ? The
explosion of the 'Walker R. Carter' and 'Missouri,' in rapid
succession, I think fully answers that question. It was the manner of
the construction of those boilers.
“After these three fatal explosions
they were taken out of all steamers using them and replaced with the
old style of boiler. They were an experiment on the lower
Mississippi. They had been used with some success on the upper
Mississippi, where the water at all times is clear and not liable to
make much sediment or scale.
“... those boilers … had not long
been in use there, and it was the opinion of experts that it would
have been only a question of time for all steamers using those
boilers to have gone the way that the 'Carter,' ''Missouri,' and
'Sultana' went, had they not have been taken out and replaced by
others.
“I have one word to say for the
engineer who was on duty at the time and who lost his life. It was
talked around that he was under the influence of liquor. I can say
for him, and all who were personally acquainted with him can say the
same, that he was a total abstainer from anything of the kind.”
(This was written April 14, 1886, and he died October 11, 1886.)
“I was thrown into the surging waves
of that mighty river, into the jaws of death, and life depended on
one grand effort, expert swimming, which I did successfully, and
after swimming six or seven miles,according to statements given by
citizens living on the banks of the river, landed on the Arkansas
shore without any assistance whatever.
“There I found a confederate soldier
who came to my relief, and took me to a house near by, and gave me
something to eat, and I felt something like myself again, thanks to
the Great Ruler of the Universe. The said confederate soldier worked
hard to save the lives of the drowning men, and brought to shore in
his little dugout about fifteen of them.
“A number of comrades got out at the
point where I did. Among them were some Ohio men for whom I have
great respect (but have lost their names), especially one of the 24th
Ohio Regiment, that got out of the water at the same time I did. I
gave him my blouse and slips as he was naked ; if he is yet living I
would like to hear from him. I will close by wishing God to bless
every survivor.”
“Women
and little children in their night clothes, brave men who have stood
undaunted on many a battle field, all contribute to the confusion and
horror of the scene as they suddenly see the impending death by fire,
and wringing their hands, tossing their arms wildly in the air, with
cries most heart-rending, they rush pell-mell over the guard into the
dark, cold waters of the river; while the ''old soldier" is
hastily providing for himself anything that will float — tables,
doors, cots, partition planks — anything, everything.
"What a worse than Babel of confusion of
sights and sounds as each seeks his own safety, regardless of others.
Where is the cot of my selection a few hours previous, and where its
occupant? Ask of that holocaust below. 'There is a divinity that
shapes our ends.'”
“There seemed to be acres of
struggling humanity on the waters, some on debris of the wreck, some
on the dead carcasses of horses, some holding to swimming live
horses, some on boxes, bales of hay,
drift logs, etc. Soon we parted company
with the wreck and the crowd and drifted out into the darkness almost alone.”
William Fies, 64th Regiment Ohio
Volunteer Infantry, said ...
“After being in the water for quite a long time, which seemed to me an age, part of the time in company with others going down the river, some swimming, others floating on driftwood and all conceivable kinds of rafts, everything that would float being utilized; some were shouting for help, others praying, singing, laughing, or swearing.”
Isaac Van Nuys, 57th Indiana Veteran Volunteer Infantry stated ...
“No adequate cause for the explosion
has ever been ascertained. The steamer was running at her proper speed (nine or ten miles an hour). No
peril seemed imminent and the event remains yet a mystery. The scene that followed the explosion was
simply horrible beyond words to depict, but it was of short duration
as the glare of the burning steamer that illuminated the sky and made
visible the awful despair of the hour soon died away, while darkness,
all the more intense, settled down on the floating hulk and the 2,300
victims of the explosion, who, maimed or scalded, in addition to
battle wounds, were borne down by the unpitying flood whose rapid
current was strewn with the bodies of the dead and the dying and but
few, in fact, but what were injured.”
L. A. Deerman, 3rd Regiment of
Tennesee Cavalry, related …
“I went on and on swimming for my
life on my short board. It seemed to me that I was in the water about
an hour and a half. While I was in the water I struck an old log; one
end of it was hanging to something and the other end was floating
about in the water. I caught hold of the end of it and pulled myself
upon the log and here remained until eight o'clock in the morning. I
could hear the boys, all up and down the river banks on logs, bushes
and drift, smacking and rubbing themselves to keep warm, and crowing
like chickens while many a poor boy was sinking or floating in the
deep waters of the Mississippi.
“Oh! this was so unexpected to that
crew that night.”
Rev. Chester D. Berry. Loss of the
Sultana and Reminiscences of Survivors. Entered according to Act of
Congress, in the year 1892, by REV. CHESTER D. BERRY, In the office
of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
Jon Hamilton. “The Shipwreck That Led
Confederate Veterans To Risk All For Union Lives. NPR.
April 27, 2015.
Alan Huffman. “Surviving the Worst:
The Wreck of the Sultana at the End of the American Civil War.”
History Now
http://www.mshistorynow.mdah.ms.gov/articles/319/surviving-the-worst-the-wreck-of-the-sultana
Mississippi Historical Society. 2000–2017.
Robert
R. Smith. Indiana and the
Sultana Disaster.
2015.
“The Tragedy of the SS Sultana.”
https://www.ancestry.com/contextux/historicalinsights/sultana-disaster-1865/
Sultana Museum, Arkansas
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