although the men behind them fought until the infantry were about to bayonet them.
The lines then broke everywhere, but we got off with the three remaining guns of the Crenshaw Battery.
Then commenced the last act in the tragedy of four years—the retreat to Appomattox.
Sleepless nights and days of hunger and fighting from the 3d to the evening of the 8th, when we unlimbered our guns for the last time, and repulsed the enemy's attack, supported only by a few artillerymen with muskets—the Otey Battery—when night came on. The next day we cut down our guns, and sorrowfully wended our way homeward.
The curtain fell.
That was the end.
Captain Crenshaw was ever mindful of the welfare of his old command, and one of his first acts after going to Europe for the government was to send a full uniform and a pair of boots to each member of the company.
This gift was captured by a Federal cruiser in transit, but as soon as he heard of it, he duplicated it, and the second gi<