The “Black Knight” – Wild Fighter, Feared Duellist, And Hero Of The Mexican – American War

 
Mexican-American War 1846 - 1848
 
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Few men can claim to be one of America’s most feared duelists and war hero at the same time. Alexander Keith McClung proved to be the exception.

Ross Drake labeled the red-headed McClung as no more than a “hard-drinking homicidal miscreant,” who he claimed “behaved like a character out of Gothic fiction, dressing from time to time in a flowing cape, giving overripe oratory and morbid poetry, and terrifying many of his fellow Mississippians with his penchant for intimidation and violence.”

By Guest Blogger Frank Jastrzembski 

A crack shot with a pistol, the “Black Knight” was reputed to have fought in anywhere from four to a dozen duels during his short lifetime.

Despite his unsavory reputation as a cold-blooded killer, McClung would rise to prominence as a distinguished volunteer officer during the U.S.-Mexican War.

Alex McClung was thought to have been born in either Virginia or Kentucky between 1811 and 1812. He joined the U.S. Navy at the age of seventeen years old as a midshipman after fleeing his home.

His service did not last long, for he fought his first duel while in South America, wounding a man in the encounter. He left the U.S. Navy in disgrace after being ordered to resign and traveled back to Kentucky where he killed one of his cousins in another duel in 1828.

Shunned by his family, he came to Jackson, Mississippi, in 1832 and served as an editor for a Whig newspaper and as a federal marshal for northern Mississippi.

U.S. Army occupation of Mexico City in 1847. The American flag is flying over the National Palace, the seat of the Mexican government.

He killed two other individuals in deadly encounters leading through the 1830s and 1840s – supposedly killing a victim’s vengeful six brothers one at a time. At times he presented himself as a cultured and chivalrous southern gentleman, while at other times he was noted for his erratic behavior, fits of rage, and chronic depression.

One of his nephews wrote that his uncle “possessed of a sweet, gentle nature, that seemed imperturbable; but under excitement, his temper knew no law.”

A Southern belle remembered him as a “man of reckless bravery,” proclaiming that “he was a man of fitful, uncertain moods and given to periods of the deepest melancholy.

At such times he would mount his horse ‘Rob Roy,’ wild and untamable as himself, and dash to the cemetery, where he would throw himself down on a convenient grave and stare like a madman into the sky for hours.”

A natural leader of men, he raised a company for service in the First Mississippi Regiment to fight in the war with Mexico in 1846. One Mississippi newspaper claimed his reason behind enlisting to fight in Mexico: “Wearied of life, disappointed and satisfied, he wooed the embraces of death.

With hope of being slain, he enlisted in the Mexican War.” Despite his death wish, he proved to be a competent and well-liked commander, able to identify the names of each man in his company.

He was appointed to the rank lieutenant colonel of the regiment behind Colonel Jefferson Davis, the future president of the Confederate States of America.

Even though Davis praised McClung’s leadership qualities, it appears the hotheaded duelist stated he wanted to fight a duel with Davis, “because I think the United States will be better off without him…”

Colonel McClung led his men with his trademark fearlessness during the assault of Fort Teneria in September of 1846. The Mexican fort inflicted devastating casualties upon the American soldiers in Gen.

Zachary Taylor’s American army assaulting the city of Monterrey, and McClung intended to capture it, even if it meant doing it singlehandedly. He received no orders from his superiors to seize the fort, but leapt in front of his old company and yelled to the men, “Charge! Charge! Tombigbee volunteers follow me!” and dashed forward. Other men from the regiment followed close behind, inspired by his bold maneuver.

Mapa de Mexico en 1832 donde se muestra la Region Comanche. Hpav7 CC0 1.0

Captain Franklin Smith of the regiment recalled that, “All agree that McClung was the first man in the fort,” and continued that “he entered a house in pursuit of Mexicans where his comrades though following him regarded that it was certain and inevitable death to enter.”

When Mexican soldiers slammed the door in the face of the pursuing McClung, “he rushed against the door like a tiger” and crashed in among them.

McClung climbed to the top of the fort’s parapet, fully exposing himself by waving his sword above his head and screaming words of encouragement to the Mississippians. During the exchange of gunfire, a Mexican bullet tore into his hand that gripped his sabre, passed through his body and exited near his spine, shattering his pelvic bone.

He crumbled to the ground and remained hardly conscience from the loss of blood. The Mississippians wrapped their fallen leader in a blanket and hid him in a deep ditch near the fort as the battle raged.

That night, Colonel Davis called for volunteers to retrieve McClung’s body. While under fire from the adjacent Mexican forts and under heavy rainfall, they retrieved his lifeless body and transported him on a stretcher back to friendly lines. McClung miraculously recovered from these horrendous wounds despite the surgeon removing five fragments of bone from his body and amputating of two fingers.

He received a ceremonial sword upon his return home for his service at Monterrey. The battle proved to be McClung’s finest hour, briefly overshadowing his past misdeeds for the first time in his life.

The years after the war were not so prosperous for McClung. He received an appointment as an ambassador to Bolivia from Zachary Taylor in 1849, had to resign after fighting several more duels in Bolivia. In poverty, crippled, plagued by alcoholism, and isolated from his old friends, McClung sunk into a deep depression.

One observer noted McClung’s alarming appearance during his last days when he spotted the war hero at a local restaurant in Jackson, “He had a large dueling pistol on either side of a bottle of wine that stood before him, and bowie-knife was disposed between them. His face was deeply flushed and his bloodshot eyes gleamed angrily…”

On March 25, 1855, alone and an outcast, McClung shot himself in the head with a Derringer while staying at the Eagle Hotel in Jackson. Next to his body a macabre poem was recovered composed by his own hand:

“Invocation to Death”

Swiftly speed o’er the wastes of time,
Spirit of Death.
In manhood’s morn, in youthful prime,
I woo thy breath.
For the glittering hues of hope are fled
Like the dophin’s light;
And dark are the clouds above my head
As the starless night.
Oh, vainly the mariner signs for the rest
Of the peaceful haven,
The pilgrim saint for the shrines of the blest,
The calm of heaven;
The galley slave for the night wind’s breath,
At burning noon;
But more gladly I’d spring to thy arms, O Death,
Come soon, come soon!

 

Author: Frank Jastrzembski