s certain, and his countenance gleamed with the enthusiasm of a great man, who was conscious that he was penieving a great success that was to carry his name down to the latest syllable of recorded time.
His body was borne from the field by myself and three others of the staff.
Breckinridge's reserve composed a division of seven or eight thousand men — his own brigade of gallant Kentuckian, and Crittenden's and Carroll's commands, who were placed under him a few days before the battle.
All of our Generals were conspicuous for bravery and gallantry, but you must excuse a Kentuckian, who was an eye witness, for saying that Gen. Breckinridge's conduct on that day was perfectly glorious, equalling in every respect the daring of Mural, United with the coolness of Wellington.
I was near Major Tom Hawkins, who was wounded in the chin by a grapes shot, and saw Col. Hodge dismounted by a Minnie ball passing through the neck of his beautiful mare — both of Gen. B.'s staf