elated, I went to the rear, towards the Appomattox, to bathe and wash my clothing.
I found, I thought, a safe place, and deposited my studs on a stump, taking my shirt with me into the water.
While busy in my laundry the Federals made an attack, and their balls fell so thick around me that I retreated, taking my clothing, regardless of my studs.
My remembrance is that Captain Martin, of General Hagood's staff, was wounded in the same vicinity that day. So when I went North for my health in 1868, and passed through Petersburg, I stopped over to see the old battlefield and find my studs.
I found the stump, but the studs were gone.
The old forts were reversed.
Instead of facing North they faced South.
Some negro women and a man were hoeing corn on the site of the left fort.
I asked them if that was a Yankee or Rebel fort?
He Yankee fort, was the answer.
I was miffed, I said: I was here in the fight, and just where the women are hoeing three men were killed by one shell, and we