our dirt road and the 25th regiment was a deep drain, and it became necessary to bridge this drain in order that there might be access along our lines.
General Hagood's staff was scattered, and I can recall none who were with him except Lieutenant Dwight Stoney, a glorious little soldier then, and now in the Charleston express office.
The General made use of me, and among other things, he intimated he wanted that bridge built.
I informed him our battalion pioneer corps, under Lieutenant Hill, of Company C, was back at Hares's Race Course.
He directed me take Dwight Stoney's pretty marsh tacky, with a good switch, ride fast as I crossed the railroad where it converged to the dirt road, and bring up the pioneers.
The Federals were sending their shells down the railroad as down a sluice.
But the pony carried me safely, and I soon had the pioneers at the front.
When I reported with them, Lieutenant Hill was temporarily absent, and General Hagood turned the pioneers over to me to b