The thinned ranks of my regiments became thinner and thinner each moment.
The guns of the enemy (not more than one hundred or one hundred and fifty yards distant) were telling sadly against us, whilst the heat, the want of water, and the toil, were no mean auxiliaries.
Still, the brave men left stood manfully up to the discharge of their duty.
At this time, written orders were received from Lieutenant-General Holmes, directing that I withdraw my troops from the field, and fall back to Allan Polk's (six miles in the rear). We retired from the field, and fell back slowly to that point.
It was in the last assault upon the fort that Major Cocke, of Hawthorne's regiment, received a severe wound in the shoulder.
I would make especial mention of this brave and accomplished officer — his daring was conspicuous throughout the engagement.
Here, also, the much beloved Captain Walton Watkins, whilst most gallantly leading his company over the enemy's works, fell.
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