and ordered a surrender.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
We had fought our last battle.
'Twas Chamberlayne's Brigade of dismounted cavalry that I had been fighting in my front, and Pennington's Brigade of mounted cavalry in my rear.
I cannot close without adding that when I ordered, in a loud tone, my regiment to surrender, several of Pennington's cavalry made a dash for my colors.
That brave and glorious man, Hickok, my color sergeant, drew his pistol and began firing on them, asking: What did you say, Colonel Hutters?
I repeated my order, but Hickok, dear fellow, had been shot down, and I thought killed, but God be praised, I hear he still lives, an honored citizen of Botetourt, his native county.
No braver man ever bore the colors of his country on the field of battle, and even at this late day I waft him a well done.
I have not seen him since Five Forks.
His division loved him and would have followed him anywhere. J. Risque Hutter, Formerly Colonel 11th Virginia Infantry.