Belmont, and which was literally shot to pieces at Shiloh.
The battalion is well known to all the survivors of the Army of Tennessee as a fighting organization.
During the active campaign of the army, it was almost continually under fire, and Ned Austin, on his little black pony, was always in the advance, fooling the enemy, or in the retreat fighting and holding him in check.
As the title of the battalion indicates, it was always in the front, on the advanced skirmish-line, pending a battlsoul was yet undismayed.
At the earliest possible moment he returned to his command, there receiving a rich recompense for past suffering.
Imagine his great pride and satisfaction when, following his comrades to the quarters of the gallant Major Ned Austin, he was shown the battalion flag with its honored and honorable cross-cannon liberally displayed.
The survivors of the Continental Guards, returning to New Orleans after the war, have clung together like true brothers, retaining their mil