ercely firing, the flash of our Springfield muskets illuminating the visible darkness, the men, almost to a man, remaining resolutely firm and cool, as comrades fell around and the shrieks of the wounded pierced the darkness 'round.
Had Mrs. Susan Pendleton Lee been an eye-witness of this scene, she would hardly have written, These men were totally demoralized.
On the evening of the 13th we rested for the night, and on the 14th of July reached Monterey and encamped, awaiting Garnett's forces tit out, so I exclaimed, as it fell: Throw her out, Bob.
Instantly he seized it and hurled it over the bank of trench, and it scarcely rolled twenty feet before it exploded.
Here was a fair specimen of our demoralization, so curtly mentioned in Mrs. Lee's history.
Indeed, Colonel (afterward General) Edward Johnson paid the men the compliment to say, They were as immobile under fire as a parcel of tarrapins on a sandbar.
At Cheat mountain.
Soon after this General Robert E. Lee, then in