t with a smile when he had given up his spirit to his God, having fallen with up-lifted arm in the far front of the battle.
On the evening of the 8th my brigade was in front, we had had a very severe fight, and had forced the enemy across Tom's Brook, in sight of their infanty camps; our loss had been considerable, on that very evening we had lost some of the very seed corn, the very best boys in my regiment: Lieutenant Thomas D. Davis, Company D; Dick Oliver and Sandy White, Company C; Jim Cobbs, Company G; Jim Singleton, Company I, were all killed at the creek—all of them beardless boys.
That night the Fourth Virginia was left on picket, Captain Strothers's squadron at the creek, and the regiment near by supporting, my own headquarters not a quarter of a mile from the ford.
At the first dawn I was notified that the enemy was astir.
Boots and saddles were sounded, and we were ready to move as soon as it was light.
I notified Rosser, and sent several couriers and a staff offi