The National tribune., 1893-04-06

shot. With his Colts revolving rife he
sent five shots into five heads in quick sue
cession. The others behind the tree Rugged
the ground, out of sight, until they had
chance to run away.
Twice we drove them back. The third
time they came completely over our works,
fighting hand to hand, every man on his own
hook. The men rallied from every point,
and from tree to tree the enemy were driven
back. During this combat man showed
his gun almost into my face and fired. The
flash burned my face, but the bullet only
grazed my scalp. An officer mounted upon
powerful gray horse rode clear up to one
of our cannons that was turned up edgewise
on one wheel, the other having been broken
off. sprang behind The gun to get out OF
his way. He struck at me with his saber,
and missed. He reached far over and struck
again before could dodge, the point of his
saber just touching my forehead and knock
ing me down. A man of my company came
to my rescue The first shot from his Colts
rifle struck him in the face, sending him off
his horse backwards. The next shot, and
horse and rider were on the ground beside
the broken cannon. One young boy,
member Of Co. 3, sat near the base of a large
tree, shot in the leg and unable to stand
He loaded comrades gun who stood by his
side, and later these two men got away, the
wounded man carried on the back of his
more fortunate comrade. All around the
Glenn House the blue and gray mingled
in deadly conflict,
THEIR BODIES sTREwING THE GROUND,
the cheers and shouts of the excited war
riors mingling with the cries Of the wounded
and dying. The unequal conflict had gone
on for two hours. One-half of the men lay
dead and wounded about the house. Be-
tween the conflicts had the wounded men
brought in under the shelter of our works
as much as possible. The Glenn House was
full of them. There was no place for them
to go; there was no rear, no Surgeon no
water; there was nothing but determined
men; there was no time to think of any
thing else but fight. It was in every mans
face and actions. In the midst of one Of
had been our rear. The noise of battle had
gone farther away to our left. We were but
a fragment, too insignificant to receive at
tention. The cheers were the first noise
except that made by ourselves for some time,
and there came charging down through the
woods long lines of boys in blue, driving the
enemy like chaff in the wind before them.
1t was but moment, and Gen. Wilder, of
the Ratchet Brigade" was at my side.
cannot describe my feelings when knew we
had help.
I hope some day, In connection with Gen.
Wilder, to write the details of this meeting,
and what made it possible. 1t is one of the
side issues Of great battle. Gen. Wilder
ordered me to retire my men behind his
line, and take a position on hill few rods
back, there to support his batteries of light
brass guns. Coming into this position saw
the woods and ravines to ourlelt filled with
moving troops The guns of the battery
were sending shells into the midst of these
men as they came up. The ground was
rough and uneven. A regiment moving up
through tuc tiu1DtT buIucu W tuclf l6Ib IN
files of four, coming straight toward the
battery, not more than 30 rods away. The
guns were turned on these men. The first
shell seemed to strike the regiment ON end
taking out the two center files the en-
tire length, leaving the two outside files
intact. In an instant they were on the run
like flock of sheep in confusion. opened
up my fire upon these men, but very few of
my men had any ammunition left, and the
fire was not very efficient, but it gave Gen. |
Wilder chance to fall back to the next |
knob, taking with him about 200 prisoners
captured in the charge for my relief. These
prisoners were turned over to me, and |
started for the rear toward McFarland's Gap. |
I had gone about mile when met regi- |
ment of proyost-guards, to whom / turned |
over the prisoners, and was told where my
regiment had gone.
had gone some distance in the right di- |
reotion when met the Major of we'll |
known regiment in the division. He was
standing alone beside big tree, his overcoat
buttoned up to his eyes, his saber drawn,
HIS EYES BULGING OUT OF HIS HEAD.
had at this time abont 100 men. At least
double that number had been left, in one