, I had the brigade.
Our battery was moved up to the edge of a piece of timber; to our front and right was an open plateau extending for several miles.
Our battery was sheltered by timber on our left.
The enemy's batteries were firing obliquely to our right at our infantry and their batteries (Carter's and Braxton's). A little more than a quarter of a mile to our right was Ash Hollow, a water shed, a deep ravine in which the enemy had formed, and Rickett's division of the Sixth corps, and Grover's division of the Nineteenth corps, were debouching to attack—this was about 12 o'clock. General Fitz. Lee turned his artillery's guns upon this body of the enemy.
The handling of our six guns of horse artillery was simply magnificent Strange enough, the enemy's guns did not respond to these.
Our cannoniers made their battery roar, sending their death-dealing messengers with a precision and constancy that made the earth around them seem to tremble, while their shot and shell made lanes in