...attribute my escape, in part at least, to my unusually full muscular development at the time. Upon one of our shiftings of position in the battle I was on foot, abreast of one of the guns of the Charlottesville battery, and following close after John Hunter, sergeant of that piece, who was riding his little chestnut mare, Madge, when a thirty-pounder Parrott shell passed through her body, just back of the...