ting too much to the left, and I believe it was because the red barn was too much to Kemper's left.
General Pickett would have altered the direction, but our left being exposed by the retreat of Pettigrew's command, our men and 10,000 more were needed to the left.
When I reached General Kemper, he stood up, removing a handkerchief from under his hat, with which he had covered his face to keep the gravel knocked up by the fierce artillery fire from his eyes.
As I gave the order, Robert McCandlish Jones, a friend and schoolmate of mine, called out: Bob, turn us loose and we will take them.
Then Colonel Lewis Williams, of the 1st Virginia Regiment, came to me and said: Captain Bright, I wish to ride my mare up, and I answered: Colonel Williams, you cannot do it. Have you not just heard me give the order to your general to go up on foot?
and he said: But you will let me ride; I am sick to-day, and besides that, remember Williamsburg.
Now Williamsburg was my home and I remembered t