... went with a cheer, in a run. But we found no enemy. The fire on our right was excessive — we were made to lie down, but balls began exploding and smacking among the men on the rocks. Those Virginians are killing our men. Off galloped General Ewell and the Colonel, both to stop the firing, but directly returned finding out they were Yankee bullets. I see one, Colonel can I kill him, cried So...