comfortable, but it is the post of duty.
Night. The long day has come to an end, and we are all safe.
Again I have to thank our Heavenly Father for throwing around me the shield of His protection.
For twenty-four hours we have been under a constant fire.
All through the night and all through the day the sharp crack of the rifle has resounded along the lines of the belligerents, and death-dealing bullets have been aimed at human targets; and yet we are all here to answer to roll-call.
May 28th.—The enemy attacked us on the left with artillery about seven o'clock this morning, shelling our brigade (Donelson's, which was posted in line of battle about one mile in front of the breastworks.
As we had no artillery, we were compelled to retire; but, receiving re-inforcements and a battery, advanced, and regained our former position, and held it during the day. The shot and shell fell thick and fast around us; the solid shot tearing up the ground at our feet, and the shell bursting ove