I know this isn’t Bull Run related (other than in ways itemized here), but it updates somewhat this post. The other day I picked up a used copy of Daniel Barefoot’s General Robert F. Hoke, Lee’s Modest Warrior for $9.98. On the back of the dust jacket is a painting titled Ranger Willie, by Jack Amirian. It depicts a stretcher borne Willie Hardee, his father standing over him, a mounted Hoke nearby.
The painting is not my style. In fact, most modern day Civil War art is not my style – I generally find it too “cartoony”, and the overwhelming use of soft blues and grays leaves me with the image of a tattoo on the forearm of an 80 year old sailor – a blue-gray blob (though I’m sure it seemed like a good idea that night in Tokyo). And why does everyone’s hat look like a gentle breeze would blow it off the wearer’s noggin? Even the works of painters who strive for more realism bug me. I mean, the subject matter! Do we really need to see a young Nathan Bedford Forrest carrying a damsel across a creek, and how many paintings of Stonewall Jackson being alternately kind and gentle with his horse and bathed in heavenly light while at prayer – sometimes both at the same time – can the market bear (apparently a bunch)?
I only own one piece of Civil War art, and it’s by one of the few artists working in the genre whose work I like. Keith Rocco’s Always Ready is hung above the fireplace in my family room. It depicts the 9th NY Hawkins’ Zouaves at Antietam. The print appeals to me on several levels: I like Keith’s work (check it out in this book); I serve on the board of the Save Historic Antietam Foundation; and the model for the officer holding the Stars and Stripes was an e-quaintance of mine, the late Brian Pohanka.
Rocco’s work is often reminiscent of N. C. Wyeth. If you don’t recognize the name, or can’t remember which Wyeth he is, think pirates. His illustrations of buccaneers graced the pages of books like Treasure Island. He also did Civil War work, like this one of Stonewall Jackson:
Compare that style to Rocco’s Port Republic below (reproduced with his kind permission):
This painting illustrates the early stages of an action in which Major Chatham Roberdeau Wheat’s Louisianans assaulted Federal artillery on high ground now famous as “The Coaling”. Wheat was seriously wounded at First Bull Run, leading his men in the critical action on Matthews Hill. He was shot in the chest, through and through, and was told he would not recover. The 275 pound commander of the 1st Special Louisiana Battalion responded: “I don’t feel like dying yet.” So he didn’t. He recovered and once again led his battalion in Richard Taylor’s brigade of Ewell’s division of Jackson’s army in the Valley in 1862. On page 412 of R. K. Krick’s Conquering the Valley is this description by a Louisianan of the scene around the Coaling on June 9, 1862:
Men ceased to be men. They cheered and screamed like lunatics – they fought like demons – they died like fanatics…It was not war on that spot. It was a pandemonium of cheers, shouts, shrieks, and groans, lighted by the flames from cannon and muskets – blotched by fragments of men thrown high into trees by bursting shells. To lose the guns was to lose the battle. To capture them was to win it. In every great battle of the war there was a hell-spot. At Port Republic, it was on the mountain side.
Wheat (pictured at left) and his even larger cohort, 300 pound Lt. Col. William R. Peck of the 9th LA, moved among the Federal guns on the Coaling. The Louisianans had determined that killing the battery horses would prevent the enemy from removing the guns should they be able to retake the ground. Wheat used his own knife, and was reported as looking “as bloody as a butcher” while doing the job.
Rob Wheat would eventually meet his end at Gaines’ Mill on May 25, 1862. He’s buried in Richmond’s Hollywood Cemetery. I will get around to a biographical sketch, but it will be awhile yet.