Tour Champion Hill Battlefield

with Sid Champion V

Tour of the Champion Hill battlefield with Sid S. Champion V, the great-great grandson of Sid and Matilda Champion who settled on the land as early as 1853.

• Visit the site of the original Champion House built along the Jackson¾ Vicksburg Road in 1853-1854. The house was later burned in July 1863 only days after the fall of Vicksburg.

• Walk the sunken Old Jackson Road to "The Hill of Death” where so many soldiers, Confederate and Union, fell in battle. In the Official Records, Union General Alvin P. Hovey, Twelfth Division, Thirteenth Army Corps, wrote, “I cannot think of this bloody hill without sadness and pride. Sadness for the great loss of my true and gallant men; pride for the heroic bravery they displayed. No prouder division ever met as vastly superior foe and fought with more unflinching firmness and stubborn valor. It was, after the conflict, literally the hill of death; men, horses, cannon and the debris of an army lay scattered in wild confusion. Hundreds of the gallant Twelfth Division were cold in death or writhing in pain, and with large numbers of Quinby’s gallant boys, lay dead, dying, or wounded, intermixed with our fallen foe. Thus ended the battle of Champion’s Hill at about 3 p.m., and our heroes slept upon the field with the dead and dying around them.” From this site some of the burial pits can be seen.

• Visit "The Crossroads," Baker’s Creek, and General Tilghman’s Monument.

• See the ruins of the second house built by Sid and Matilda after the war. The modest house was built along the Southern Railroad - near the railroad stop known as Midway Station. Located on the grounds of the second Champion House is the family cemetery which holds the graves of Sid and Matilda Champion as well as two of their beloved sons. Also on the grounds of the Champion House is an old mush pot used to make soup for the soldiers.

• View the memorial to Margie Bearss, wife of Edwin Cole Bearss, situated under the old Crepe Myrtle tree within sight of the family cemetery. The memorial was placed by the Champion Heritage Foundation in 2007 as a reminder of Margie, the Matriarch of Mississippi History who gave so much of herself - not only to Mississippi history but also to the preservation of Champion Hill.

• Rest in the shade of the Crepe Myrtle and hear Sid Champion V read excerpts from some of the Civil War letters written by his great-great grandfather, Sid Champion. On occasion, Rebecca Drake will accompany Sid to read portions of the letters written by his great-great grandmother, Matilda Champion. The letters are tragic and portray a couple caught in the ravages of war.

Bring bug spray with you when you come as well as plenty of cold drinks. Wear comfortable shoes and don’t forget your camera.

$25 per person (minimum of 2)
Call 601-316-4894

Tourists Comments

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Don and Kay Cornelius
Huntsville, Alabama

No matter how many historic battle sites you may have visited, you have never seen anything as powerful and moving as The Hill of Death known as Champion or Champion's Hill.

Our tour, on a lovely, sunny. day, began with Sid Champion V, great-great-grandson of the owners of the property on which this battle raged, showing us the huge iron pot which had belonged to Sid and Matilda Champion before the war. After the battle, the house was converted into a Union hospital and the Yankees used Matilda's iron pot to make soup for the wounded soldiers.

We saw the old railroad tracks over which trains carried soldiers and goods. Then, having gone as far on any road as possible, we walked to the crest of the hill itself. In the midst of a mixed hardwood forest, the rolling land is dotted with so many deep ravines that one can easily see why this battle turned into the hand-to-hand, kill or be killed combat that proves that "the hill of death" is an accurate name for the place.

Now, an all-encompassing peace prevails here. It is as if Nature attempts to heal the horror which happened here by offering her best gifts, the soothing wind sighing in the tree tops and the melodious tones of song birds, while underfoot, ancient forest loam covers most of the sacred spots where many men on both sides bled and died.

We are forever grateful to our friends, Jim and Rebecca Drake, and especially to Sidney Champion V, for giving us the absolutely unforgettable experience of touring Champion Hill with them.

Eddie and Felicia Lanham
Brooks, Georgia

During the fall of 2005, Felicia and I walked up the sunken Old Jackson Road to The Hill of Death with Sid Champion. Earlier in the year, I had researched the dead and wounded of the Georgia regiments who were engaged in the battle of Champion Hill. I had become familiar with each of the 179 Georgians that were killed and the 375 that were wounded in the hard-fought battle.

Walking northward from The Cross Roads and along the line of battle was a "step back into history" as we traced the footsteps of the Georgia Brigades (Stevenson's Division) that lined Champion Hill and the Old Jackson Road. It was an eerie experience knowing that we were standing on that hallowed ground.

When we arrived at the crest, a Rebel flag was firmly planted on the The Hill of Death overlooking the peaceful landscape. The beautiful fall colors and calm provided a quiet peace to the land where the fierce battle had raged. Leaves on the forest floor covered the sacred grounds where so many bled and died.

Felicia and I enjoyed our trip back into history with Sid Champion. Sid told the story of his great-great grandfather, Sid Champion I, who fought with the 28th Mississippi Cavalry and how he was at Edwards Station with his regiment during the battle - watching the smoke of battle from afar. As he looked toward the distant horizon, he wondering if his plantation had been burned. And, he wondered about his wife, Matilda, whom he later learned was in the cellar of their house clutching her youngest baby in her arms during the fight. Sid is a great story teller of true stories that happened to his family during the war. He is also a gracious host and a super guide.

Rebecca B. Drake
Raymond, Mississippi

I’ll never forget the first time I toured Champion Hill with Sid Champion. We parked at The Crossroads then proceeded to walk the sunken Old Jackson Road which eventually led to a sharp incline which peaked at "The Hill of Death.” As I stared down to the valley below I suddenly got chill bumps thinking of all the soldiers, blue and gray, who had lost their lives on this hallowed ground.

My dear friend and co-author, Margie Bearss, now deceased, expressed similar sentiments: “As Ed [Bearss] and I climbed the side of the hill, I began to feel uneasy and apprehensive. Too many men had died in the various charges on this hill. It was a solemn place of death. As I reached the top, my hair stood out from the back of my neck and my arms broke out in chill bumps. I could almost feel the menace of the Yankee charge breaking across the field. I have never since felt such unease and apprehension on the hill.”

Later, as Margie and I began to write about Champion Hill, I would enjoy many excursions in the company of Sid. One particular day he showed me a large pasture down by the railroad bridge over Baker’s Creek. Sid said his grandfather, Sid Champion III, had told him that in years gone by, people gathered there to catch the train. I later discover that site was described in the Official Records as being Midway Station. On another visit, we visited other sites such as the hillside on the Old Jackson Road where Sid and Matilda’s first home stood. It was later burned by the Yankees. Daffodils continue to bloom in the spring and mark the house site as well as the overseer’s house site a short distance down the road.

The Champion Hill battlefield is unique because it is pristine. Little has changed since 1863 when blue met gray and, led by Pemberton and Grant, engaged in one of the bloodiest battles of the campaign for Vicksburg.

During my visits with Sid, he would tell me stories of the Champion family and show me all of the sites. Not even the heat of a 100-degree day would deter us from our destination. When talking about his great-great grandmother, Matilda Champion, he would look at her photograph and lovingly and, “Yep, that’s the old gal - that’s Matilda alright.” Of his great-great grandfather Sid Champion I, Sid would comment, “I look just like him, - don’t you think?” And he did.

As I listed to Sid’s stories which he told with a mesmerizing Southern drawl, I found myself being carried back in time and identifying with all of the Champions who at one time called Champion Hill home.