The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-03-08

logs to protect them. Our brigade crossed the bridge that spans the stream near the mill and were soon in deep cut foau' which followed about 400 yards when We halted. formed line and moved on In the direction of an old apple orchard on the top of a little knoll. At the foot or this knoll we were ordered to He ooWh, and obeyed quickly. The knoll aHoroed but little protection. but we used II TOT all 1t was worth. We lay close to the ground, perhaps for an hour or more. Finally, courier galloped up to General Archer delivered a message and hurried away. The General gave the command. ''Attention!" At this the whole line arose. The next order was. Forward. marcni
 We moved in regular line towards the en- emy's formidab ble breast-works. Our Gen eral was in front, leading the charge. AS we gained the top of the little knoll, we heard the thrilling words. Right shoul- der, Shift arms. charge" Then came the rebel yell" An incessant fire was pour ed into our midst. A young fellow, right by my side, whose name was Jim Crow
 Company B, was shot through the arm The yell was on his lips. Then across level plain, through an old field. over oeep gullies, for about six hundred yards, we charged the enemy in hts stronghold We got 10 WlL0In ore Cu anu AAeJ of their lines when we delivered our nrst fire. The fire from the enemy was furi- ous, the boys began to waver, General Archer waved his sword over his head and shouted, Follow mel! That com mand was ringing in my ears until was shot I moved on, my color guard near me. until within fifteen or twenty paces from their front line, when looked back to see If our boys were coming Just then I was shot in the right hip. l did not know how badly I was wounded l only knew that l was shot down. Raising upon my hands like a lizard on fence rail, I took in the situation. l decided if I could get up I had better do so. 1t seemed death either way, but determining to make the effort. I raised up and found that could not walk If l got away would have to drag my wounded leg
 Grasping it with my right hand l started. Just then l saw four of our boys lying near, but I knew not whether they were all dead or not. Thus I made my slow way back, dragging my leg, under a gall ing fire, when ball struck my left wrist
 tore 1t open and took off my thumb at the same time. I mended my gait as best I could. toward deep gulley. Before reached 1t, 1 looked back to see If t95 'Yanks' were coming, and at that m
 ment a pail drew DlOOu ITOIl
 chin. That was a close shave for q q
 A few more hops and l tumbled down r
 the deep gulley. where l wanted to sta
 But the boys insisted that l was bad
 wounded and that I had better get to the rear or would be captured. That scareG me up. The thought of lying in prison in my condition was horrible. could not endure the thought so I did not remain in the gulley long. Sergeant George Will Hams, who was afterwards killed at Get tysburg', helped me out l now had about six hundred yards to drag myself, before I got to the deep cut road near the mill
 If I could only make that l would be pretty safe. My route was strewn with the wounded and dead. They lay so thick that could scarcely get along. dragging my helpless leg, still under fire of grape and canister found shelter behind a large oak tree. by the roadside. in sight of Gaines Mill, and gladly lay down.
 feeling almost safe, though shells were bursting all around fAN .;9Aere lay an