get out of my way. Just then a cannon-ball came along and took one of Fox's legs off. We went in that fight with forty-six men, and only twenty-two came out unharmed.
Captain B. S. Jacobs was wounded and Lieutenant L. V. Boyd was killed.
We were in General George B. Anderson's Brigade, with the 4th North Carolina and two Georgia Regiments there, and in the entanglement of brush and felled trees we became mixed up, but still trying to go forward.
I noticed Colonel, afterwards General, Bryan Grymes, of the 4th North Carolina, riding near me, carrying the flag of his regiment, the bearer having been shot down.
When I called to him to let me carry the flag, saying, too, that he would be killed, he replied, calmly: Lieutenant, your life is worth as much as mine.
I did not think of the awkward looks of a Virginian carrying a North Carolina flag for them, and I do not know whether the General did or not.
The morning after the battle of Frazier's Farm, June 30, 1862, I was detailed