The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1916-06-22

so cold it did not seem possible for
| me to keep quiet till day. But this
| was the order. At length the morn
ing light began to show, and the or
der, Form fours' came quietly
down the line. (But my feet were
so coldD Then Forward" (still
cold). Then the order, Draw
SABRE" accompanied by a statement
that I'VE are going to have a hand
to-hand fight" Then came the order,
"Intierce-point, charged" which was
responded to with that famous yell
known as the rebel yell. The cold
| ness of my feet disappeared as we
| rushed upon the panic stricken Eigh-
teenth Pennsylvania camp. Gen.
Hampton was at the head of the de-
tachment. He dispatched the detail
from the First and Second South
Carolina cavalry down the road to-
ward Germana ford to capture a
squad of Yankees stationed there.
We had not gone far before they met
us, and finding that we had come for
them, they took to the woods. Re-
peated efforts proved that my gun
would not fire, it having gotten wet
the day before I resolved to try to
capture a Yankee pistol. Spotting
the man I wanted 1 put forth my best
efforts to get him, but as my horse
was of pony build, Nick Grifis beat
me to him and got his pistol, and
Lawrence Harris, who had lost his
haversack the day before, made him
divide rations. While we were after
this squad the detachment from Cobb
legion, Philip legion and jeff Davis
legion were rounding up the prison
ers in the camp and getting the
camp outfit ready for removal.
failed to get the pistol I went after,
but my feet were now all right when
I got in line for the return march.
The Moon Dld IL.
After the battle at Honey Hill the
Sixth battalion of the State reserves
was stationed for a while at Rad
cliffe's battery. Not far away to the
east of the battery was the little Sea-
brook island on which stood the mag
nifcent residence of Abraham Hugue-
not. The, Yankee beats were not far
away down Bees creek. During the
day our troops patrclled the island
and at night our outer line of pickets
were posted at the head landing on
the mainland. There was an inner
line of pickets between this line. and
our camp. Lieut.. Kirksey, Of near
Trenton, was in command of this
line. The outer line was in charge
of cavalry. The moon had passed
the full few days, the weather was
fair and an icy wind was coming
from the west almost at storm speed.
Those of us who were not on duty
had lain down in our tents to enjoy
the soldiers rest and listen at the
fierce blowing wind. Just as we were
falling asleep, Maj. G. D. Huiet came
running through the camp calling
out, "Get up, men! Get up! The Yam
KEGS are right here on u.s." We
grbbed our hats, shoes and coats and
put them On in a jiffy and without
guns and cartridge boxes we rushed
into line of battle in the edge of an
old field which lay in the direction
of the Yankees. Maj. Robt. Meri-
wether, cool and determined, was in
charge of the line.
The noise of the wind being great
er than the noise of our movement
we felt sure the Yankees would not
know where our line was til we had
given them warm reception in the
icy wind. They we're slow coming.
The road over which we were looking
for their approach ran nearly north
and south, and along the edge of the
woods on the east while line of
dog fennel fringed the west side of
the road. The moon had laid aside
her scarlet robe as she rode higher
up in the heavens and was now at
tired in her silvery brightness. AS
the shadows of the trees were short
ened the silver tips of moonlight be-
gan to fall on the tops of the dog
fennel as it swayed back and forth
in the wind. In suppressed voices
along the line could be heard, "Yon-
der they are" The range was too
e. arriad throa