think of moving without orders and, besides, it was evident that the enemy's fire was rapidly abating, and that the storm would soon be over.
The words were barely spoken before it came again; our turn now. I thought at first that it was my adjutant, John Stewart, as a handful of earth mixed with blood and brains struck my shoulder; but they were two poor fellows belonging to Company D (one of them, I remember, had a flaming red head), and another, as we believed, mortally hurt, Sergeant-Major Davy Johnston, of the Seventh, author of the book I have quoted.
Strange to say, he was at the time lying between Colonel Patton, and myself.
Remember old Virginia.
That was among the last shots fired, and as the terrific duel was drawing to a close, General Pickett came riding briskly down the rear of the line, calling to the men to get up and prepare to advance, and Remember Old Virginia.
Our dear old Third, it was a heart-rending sight which greeted me as I moved along your decimated