The Color Bearer Tradition
The War Between the States was the heyday of American battleflags and their
bearers. With unusualhistorical accuracy, many stirring battle paintings show
the colors and their intrepid bearers in the forefront of the fray or as a
rallying point in a retreat. The colors of a Civil War regiment embodied its
honor, and the men chosen to bear them made up an elite. Tall, muscular men
were preferred, because holding aloft a large, heavy banner, to keep it
visible through battle smoke and at a distance,
demanded physical strength. Courage was likewise required to carry a flag
into combat, as the colors “drew lead like a magnet.” South Carolina’s
Palmetto Sharpshooters, for example, lost 10 out of 11 of its bearers and
color guard at the Battle of Seven Pines, the flag passing through four hands
without touching the ground.
Birth and Early Life in Charleston
Born in Charleston in 1824, Charles Edmiston and his twin sister, Ellen Ann,
were the third son and second daughter, respectively, of newspaper editor
Joseph Whilden and his wife, Elizabeth Gilbert Whilden. The births of two
more sons, Richard Furman in 1826 and William Gilbert in 1828, would complete
the family, making seven children in all. Young Charles’ roots ran deep into
the soil of the lowcountry. His Whilden ancestors had settled in the
Charleston area in the 1690’s, and an ancestor on his mother’s side, the Rev.

William Screven, had arrived in South Carolina even earlier, establishing the
First Baptist Church of Charleston in 1683, today the oldest church in the
Southern Baptist Convention. Like many Southerners who came of age in the
late antebellum period, Charles
Whilden took pride in his ancestors’ role in the American Revolution,
especially his grandfather, Joseph Whilden, who, at 18, had run away from his
family’s plantation in Christ Church Parish to join the forces under
Brigadier General Francis “Swamp Fox” Marion fighting the British.
At the time of Charles’ birth, the family of Joseph and Elizabeth Whilden
lived comfortably in their home on Magazine Street, attended by their devoted
slave, Juno Waller Seymour, a diminutive, energetic black woman known as
“Maumer Juno” to four generations of the Whilden family. Raised
by Maumer Juno from the cradle, Charles soon developed a strong attachment to
the woman – an attachment that would endure to the end of his life. The
prosperity of Joseph Whilden and his family would prove less enduring,
however, and business reversals, beginning in the late 1820’s, combined with
Joseph’s stroke a few years later and his eventual death in 1838, would
reduce his family to genteel poverty. To help make ends meet, Maumer Juno
took in ironing. Despite a lack of money for college, young Charles managed
to obtain a good education. Details about Charles’ schooling are sketchy, but
the polished prose of his surviving letters reflects a practiced hand and a
cultivated intellect. Charles’ admission to the South Carolina bar at
Columbia in 1845 is further evidence of a triumph of intellect and effort
over financial adversity.
In the closing decades of the antebellum period, when Charles Whilden was
growing up in Charleston, the city was the commercial and cultural center of
the lowcountry as well as South Carolina’s manufacturing center and most
cosmopolitan city. By the time Charles Whilden reached adulthood, however,
the Charleston economy was in decline, and the city’s population would
actually diminish during the decade of the 1850’s. Not surprisingly, after a
brief attempt to establish a law practice in Charleston, Attorney Whilden
chose to seek his fortune outside his home town. But the practice of law in
the upcountry town of Pendleton also failed to pan out for Whilden.

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Confronted with a major career decision, Whilden elected not only to leave
the law but also to leave the Palmetto State for the north.
The 1850 federal censustakers found Charles Whilden living in a boarding
house in Detroit, Michigan, where he worked as a clerk, probably in a
newspaper office. Speculation in copper stocks and land on Lake Superior soon
left Charles deeply in debt to his youngest brother, William, who had built
up a successful merchandising business back home in Charleston. Desperate to
get out of debt, and perhaps longing for adventure, in the spring of 1855
Charles Whilden signed on as a civilian employee of the U.S. Army. After an
arduous two-month trek from Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, Whilden arrived in the
old Spanish city of Santa Fe, New Mexico Territory, on August 27, 1855, where
he took up his duties as civilian private secretary to the local garrison
commander, Colonel John Breckinridge Grayson of Kentucky, who would later
serve the Confederacy as a brigadier general in Florida.
Life in New Mexico Territory
When Whilden arrived in Santa Fe, the city had been under U.S. jurisdiction
for only a few years, and the population was overwhelmingly Hispanic and
Roman Catholic, causing the Baptist Whilden to complain, in an early letter
to his brother William in Charleston, that “there are so many Saints days
among these Hottentots, that it is hard to recollect them.” So isolated was
Santa Fe from the U.S. that mail reached the city only once a month from
Missouri. Looking on the bright side of his cultural and geographic isolation
in New Mexico Territory, in a letter written in May 1856 Charles expressed
his intention to William to remain in New Mexico until “I have paid up all my
debts, for I can do it better out here, than in the States, as there are no
concerts, Theatres, White Kid Gloves, Subscriptions to Charities or churches,
or gallivanting the ladies on Sleigh rides and &c to make a man’s money fly.”
Whilden’s duties as Colonel Grayson’s secretary were relatively light,
leaving him ample time for other pursuits – perhaps too much time for his own
financial good. His April 30, 1857 letter home to Charleston states: “In
addition to the offices I hold in this Territory of Warden of a Masonic
Lodge, President of a Literary Society, member of a Territorial Democratic
Central Committee &c …, I have lately added that of Farmer.” Dreaming of
making enough money to satisfy his debts to William and to establish a law
practice in Texas, Charles had purchased a 16 acre truck farm near Sante Fe,
establishing his claim as a “farmer.” Alas, the farm would prove to be
unprofitable.
In his spare time, Whilden also occasionally edited the Santa Fe newspaper
when the regular editor was busy. During the Presidential election campaign
of 1856, Whilden penned an editorial supporting the renomination of President
Franklin Pierce, a pro-Southern Democrat, and he expressed the hope in a
letter to William that Pierce would be re-elected and “give me a fat office.”
Whilden’s hope for a political sinecure also proved to be a dream.
Marriage was another unrealized dream. After his own marriage in 1850,
William Whilden badgeredhis elder brother to end his bachelorhood and to
settle down. In December 1854, when he was stillin Detroit and aged 30, a
friend had tried to interest Charles in marrying his fiftyish, red-headed
aunt. Seizing the opportunity to turn the tables on William, Charles wrote to
William not to be surprised if he married the woman and took up William on
his standing offer to permit Charles to honeymoon at William’s stylish new
home in Charleston. Whatever romantic aspirations Charles may have
entertained when he arrived in New Mexico, the dearth of eligible women in
the territory soon quashed. In a letter to William written seven months after
his arrival in Santa Fe, Charles could count only six unmarried American
ladies in all of New Mexico, none of whom, however, lived in Santa Fe.
However boring it may have been, life in Santa Fe also afforded Whilden time
for puffing his meerschaum pipe, reading his subscriptions to the peppery
Charleston Mercury newspaper and thehighbrow Russells Magazine and reflecting
on the mounting sectional tensions of the prewar years. In a letter to
William dated March 26, 1856, Charles complained that the “Government is
becoming more abolition every day” and he predicted that the “Union may last
a few years longer, but unless a decided change takes place in Northern
politics, it must at last go under.”
The War Begins
Events would prove Whilden correct. On December 20, 1860, delegates to the
so-called Secession Convention, meeting in Institute Hall in downtown
Charleston, only a short distance from Charles Whilden’s boyhood home on
Magazine Street, unanimously adopted the Ordinance of Secession, taking South
Carolina out of the Union. The bombardment of Fort Sumter in Charleston
Harbor four months later heralded the beginning of the shooting war.
A lesser man than Charles Whilden might have been content to sit out the war
in New Mexico Territory. After all, Whilden had been gone from the South for
more than a decade. He was fast approaching 40. Whilden’s frequent
denunciations of abolitionism in his letters were based on principle, not
political expediency or financial self-interest. Apart from a nominal,
undivided interest in his beloved Maumer Juno that he shared with his
siblings, Charles held no slave property. Furthermore, he was more than 1,000
miles from South Carolina, with little money for travel. But Charles Whilden
was no ordinary man. Undeterred by the obstacles confronting him, Whilden
resolved to answer South Carolina’s call to arms. According to a reminiscence
written in 1969 by his grand niece, Miss Elizabeth Whilden Hard of
Greenville, South Carolina, the “only way he could get back to Charleston was
by the Bahamas, and on his way back to Charleston the ship was wrecked,
he spent some time in an open boat, suffered sunstroke, and as a result had
epileptic attacks.”
The date of Whilden’s harrowing return to Charleston is conjectural, as none
of his correspondence from the early war years has survived, but the likely
date is late 1861 or early 1862. Whilden’s Confederate service records in the
National Archives in Washington, D.C. commence with his enlistment in 1864,
but Miss Hard’s reminiscence may be correct that her Great Uncle Charles
“enlisted a number of times, but when he had an epileptic attack would be
discharged. Then he would go somewhere else and enlist again.” Confederate
service records are notoriously incomplete, and it stands to reason that
Charles Whilden would not have risked life and limb returning to Charleston
only to avoid military service once home.
Irrespective of whether or not he had seen prior service, Whilden
demonstrably enlisted “for the war” at Charleston on February 6, 1864, as a
private in Company I (known as the Richardson Guards) of the 1st Regiment,
South Carolina Volunteers. Lieutenant Wallace Delph enlisted Whilden, and the
lieutenant can be forgiven if he looked askance at his new recruit. By most
standards, Whilden was a marginal recruit. Though intelligent and patriotic,
Whilden was also in his 40th year, the red hair of his youth turned grey. His
urban background and string of sedentary occupations better suited him for
a Richmond clerkship than active service in the field. On top of everything
else, Whilden was epileptic.
Whilden’s new regiment was a proud outfit. The 1st Regiment, South
Carolina Volunteers, was known popularly as “Gregg’s lst South
Carolina” after its first colonel, Maxcy Gregg, in order to distinguish
the regiment from several other South Carolina infantry regiments also
identified numerically as the “lst Regiment.” The successor to a regiment
organized by Col. Gregg in December 1860 for six-months service, the 1st
Regiment, SCV, was arguably the very first Rebel infantry regiment. At the
time of Whilden’s enlistment, the regiment was part of Brigadier General
Samuel McGowan’s brigade in the Army of Northern Virginia. At one time part
of A.P. Hill’s vaunted Light Division, McGowan’s South Carolinians had won a
reputation for hard fighting on many a bloody field. That reputation was
shortly to be put to its sternest test at a strategic Virginia crossroads
village known as Spotsylvania Court House.
The Fight at the Mule Shoe
Following his repulse at the Wilderness on May 5 and 6, 1864, Union General
in Chief Ulysses S. Grant ordered the Army of the Potomac to move southeast
about 12 miles to the vicinity of Spotsylvania Court House (NPS Web Site),
hoping to get between the Army of Northern Virginia and Richmond. General
Robert E. Lee, however, was quicker, and elements of the Confederate First
Corps arrived at Spotsylvania Court House just ahead of the Federals. Over
the next few days a series of collisions in the area occurred as both sides
took up positions and brought up additional units. The Army of Northern
Virginia settled into a defensive line at Spotsylvania that bulged
northward in the center to form a salient or “mule-shoe,” with elements of
Lieutenant General Richard Ewell’s Second Corps defending the mule-shoe.
At first light on May 12, nearly 19,000 men of the Union II Corps, taking
advantage of ground fog, attacked the tip or apex of the mule-shoe, quickly
overwhelming Major General Edward Johnson’s 4,000-man division defending the
apex. Once inside the mule-shoe, the Federals threatened to advance southward
like a tidal wave. Only their own disorganization and a series of desperate
Confederate counterattacks halted the Union advance before it resulted in a
general rout.
With most of Johnson’s Division dead or prisoners, a considerable segment of
the works inside the apex of the mule-shoe was unoccupied by any Confederate
troops. To correct this, General Lee forwarded two brigades from the Third
Corps, Harris’s Mississippians and McGowan’s South Carolinians, during the
mid-morning hours of the 12th. With a cheer and at the double quick,
McGowan’s Brigade advanced towards the tip of the mule-shoe in support of
Harris’s Brigade, sloshing through rain and mud and under heavy fire.
At the head of each of the brigade’s five regiments, two soldiers carried the
regimental state flag and the national battleflag. The blue silk state flag
featured a palmetto tree encircled with a wreath of oak and laurel leaves;
the national battleflag displayed the familiar blue, starred St.Andrew’s
cross dividing a red field. When the regular color bearer was shot, Whilden
insisted upon bearing his regiment’s national colors into the fight, although
he was not a member of Company K, the regiment’s color company. Lieutenant
James Armstrong, the commander of CompanyK and Whilden’s messmate, relented,
though, according to Armstrong’s postwar account, Whilden was “feeble in
health and totally unfitted for active service…. In fact, he was stumbling
at every step.” Watching Whilden struggle to keep up with his command,
Armstrong offered to relieve Whilden of the flag and to carry it himself.

Whilden relinquished the flag to the lieutenant, but only after Armstrong had
promised to restore it to him when the regiment halted. As the command
arrived at the next line, “Whilden came rushing up, took the flag and bravely
bore it throughout the fight,” Armstrong recalled.
The lieutenant was being literal when he wrote that Whilden “bore” the flag,
because, when the top of his flag staff was shot away during the advance,
Whilden tied the battleflag around his waist and continued forward. When
Whilden and his comrades finally halted in the late forenoon, they fell into
trenches west of the mule-shoe tip. Perhaps two hundred yards of the
salient’s defenses then remained in Federal hands. In his recent book on
Grant’s Overland Campaign, Noah Trudeau writes: “Along those two hundred
yards of mutually held trenches, men now killed each other with zealous
abandon. In a war that had birthed its share of bloody angles, this day and
the morning of the next at Spotsylvania would give birth to the bloodiest of
them all.”
For the next 17 hours or so, McGowan’s Brigade would hold its position along
the apex of the salient front and would maintain a more or less continuous
fire. At times the two sides were only a few yards apart. Now and then a
hundred or so Yankees would surge forward over the Confederate trenches, only
to be immediately hurled back in desperate hand-to-hand fighting. Rain fell
intermittently during the afternoon of the 12th, adding to the misery of the
combatants. About 10 o’clock that evening, a large oak, some 22 inches in
diameter and cut almost in half by Federal rifle fire, fell down on works
manned by Whilden’s regiment, wounding several men and startling a great
many more.
While this desperate fighting took place, other Confederates were
constructing a new defensive line across the base of the mule-shoe about a
mile to the rear of the Mississippians and South Carolinians. Finally, at 4
o’clock in the morning of May13, the brigades of Harris and McGowan
withdrew to the new line. Thus ended the longest sustained hand-to-hand
combat of the war. The toll on McGowan’s Brigade had been heavy. General
McGowan was wounded early in the advance, and the commander of Gregg’s 1st
South Carolina, Col.C.W. McCreary, fell wounded almost in Whilden’s arms.

Total casualties within the brigade exceeded 40 percent. One of these
casualties was the impromptu flag bearer, Private Charles Whilden. At some
point before McGowan’s Brigade retired to the relative safety of the new
defensive line, a bullet tore open Whilden’s shirt, inflicting a wound to his
shoulder. With the flag still tied around his waist, Whilden was carried to a
field hospital. For all intents and purposes, the war was over for him.
The next day, May l4, Charles hurriedly wrote a letter to his brother,
William, who was then serving as an artillery officer near Charleston. After
describing the fighting of the preceding two days and the heavy losses of his
brigade, Charles turned to a more personal subject. “If it should be the
decree of the Almighty that I should lose my life in this War,” he wrote,
then William should have his meerschaum pipe and his sisters-in-law should
draw for his watch and chain. What little remained of his property, Charles
wrote, should be “equally divided between Sisters Charlotte & Ellen Ann — I
promised dear Mother that they should never want if I could prevent it.”
Sent to the General Hospital at Camp Winder in Richmond to recover his
health, Whilden was furloughed to Charleston in late August. Listed as
“absent sick at Charleston” on the muster rolls of his regiment for September
through December 1864, Whilden never recovered sufficiently to return
to active service.
After the War
In common with other Confederate veterans, Charles Whilden struggled to put
his life back together after the war. He might have succeeded, but on
September 25, 1866 he died suddenly in Charleston at age 42. According to
Elizabeth Hard, her Great Uncle Charles “died without fame or glory, as on
an early morning walk he suffered an epileptic attack and fell in a pool of
water from rain collected on the pavement.” The man who had survived the
Bloody Angle at Spotsylvania drowned back home in a few inches of ground
water.
The story of the flag that Charles Whilden carried so courageously at
Spotsylvania does not end with his death. After Whilden was wounded at
Spotsylvania and hospitalized, the flag was stored with his other effects.

Given to Whilden when he was furloughed to Charleston in August 1864, the
flag was in his possession when he died about two years thereafter.
About 15 years after the war, Edward McCrady, Jr., a prominent Charleston
lawyer who had captained the color company of Gregg’s 1st South Carolina
early in the war and had later risen to the rank of lieutenant colonel of the
regiment, petitioned William Whilden to turn over the battleflag that he had
inherited from his brother Charles. McCrady had possession of the regiment’s
blue state colors, and he professed a desire to reunite the two flags. In a
letter written on New Year’s Day, 1880, McCrady pled his best case, pointing
out that his regiment had carried the battleflag “in every battle until May
1864? and that, for years during the war, he had “lived with the flag in
his tent, and slept with it by his side in the bivouac.” After consulting
his three surviving brothers, two of whom were Baptist ministers, William
Whilden declined McCrady’s request, essentially on the grounds that
McCrady had no higher claim to the flag than any other veteran of the
regiment. In declining, however, Whilden indicated a willingness to entrust
the flag to a collection of Confederate relics.
Following William Whilden’s death in 1896, custody of the battleflag passed
to William’s daughter, Mrs. Charles Hard of Greenville. In 1906, Mrs. Hard
delivered up the flag to her Uncle Charles’ old friend and messmate, James
Armstrong, a postwar harbor master of Charleston who had commanded the color
company of Gregg’s 1st South Carolina at Spotsylvania. In his letter to Mrs.

Hard expressing his appreciation for the flag, Armstrong promised to
“communicate with the other officers of the Regiment in regard to sending the
flag to the State House to be placed alongside of the blue State flag.”
Armstrong assured Mrs. Hard that, “until sent there it will be kept in a
fire proof vault.”
Time passed, and the battleflag remained with the aging Armstrong. Finally,
in 1920, Mrs. Hard wrote to Armstrong about the flag. Rose McKevlin,
Armstrong’s nurse, responded, informing Mrs. Hard that Armstrong’s leg had
been amputated the prior month as a result of a wound he had suffered at
Spotsylvania more than half a century previously. The letter explained that
Armstrong had tried to convene a meeting of the surviving officers to discuss
the flag but that he had failed to do so, and it concluded with the promise
that Armstrong, being the senior of the two surviving officers of the
regiment, would send the flag to the Secretary of State in Columbia to be
placed alongside the blue state colors of the regiment already there.

Although the evidence is not conclusive, the old soldier evidently made good
on his nurse’s promise on his behalf by turning over the battleflag to
the state before he died.
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PRINCIPAL SOURCES
used in preparing this essay
1. James Armstrong and Varina D. Brown, “McGowan’s Brigade at Spotsylvania,”
Confederate
Veteran, vol. 33 (1925), pp. 376-379.
2. J.F.J. Caldwell, The History of a Brigade of South Carolinians, Known
First as “Gregg’s,” and
Subsequently as “McGowan’s Brigade” (Dayton, Ohio: Morningside Press, 1984
reprint of 1866
ed.).
3. Compiled Service Record of CharlesE. Whilden, 1st Regiment, South Carolina
Volunteers,
Compiled Service Records of Confederate Soldiers Who Served in Organizations
from the State of
South Carolina, War Department Collection of Confederate Records, Record
Group 109, National
Archives, Washington, D.C.
4. Fairfax Downey, The Color-Bearers (Mattituck, NY: J. M. Carroll & Company,
1984).
5. William D. Matter, If it Takes All Summer, the Battle of Spotsylvania
(Chapel Hill: University of
North Carolina Press, 1988). 6. John Hammond Moore, editor, “Letters From a
Santa Fe Army
Clerk, 1855-1856, CharlesE. Whilden,” New Mexico Historical Review, vol.40,
no.2 (April 1965),
pp. 141-164 (relating to letters from CharlesE. Whilden to his brother,
WilliamG. Whilden, or
Mrs.WilliamG. Whilden, the originals of which are in the South Caroliniana
Library).
7. John Belton O’Neall, Biographical Sketches of the Bench and Bar of South
Carolina
(Spartanburg, SC: The Reprint Company, Publishers, 1975), Vol.II, at p.614.
8. Noah Andre Trudeau, Bloody Roads South, the Wilderness to Cold Harbor,
May-June 1864
(Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1989).
9. U.S. Bureau of the Census, Seventh Census of the United States, 1850, City
of Detroit, Wayne
County, Michigan, Schedule1-Free Inhabitants, National Archives Microfilm
Pub. No.T-6, Reel
No.146, p.8 (reverse).
10. CharlesE. Whilden Letters, 1855-1856, MSS in the South Caroliniana
Library, University of
South Carolina, Columbia, SC.
11. CharlesE. Whilden Letters, 1854-1920, MSS in the South Carolina
Historical Society,
Charleston, SC (which collection also includes letters of Edward McCrady,
Jr., WilliamG. Whilden,
Mrs. Charles Hard and Rose McKelvin respecting the battleflag of Gregg’s 1st
South Carolina and a
typescript of Ella Hard’s October23, 1969 letter to the Director of Archives,
Columbia, SC,
respecting her great uncle).
12. Ellen Whilden, Life of Maumer Juno of Charleston, S.C., A Sketch of
Juno (Waller) Seymour
(Atlanta, GA: Foote & Davies, 1892).

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