s men, falls dead inside the fort, shot through the heart.
Close by Walker lies the stalwart form of the hitherto unhurt Furlong, captain in the Sixth Maine--poor, brave, warm-hearted Furlong!
Within the fort, pierced through the body, and with his brains blown out, lies Lieutenant McKinley, of the same regiment.
At the foot of the hill, in the road, lies Lieutenant-Colonel Harris, with a shattered hip — Harris, than whom no better or braver officer lives.
Half-way up the ascent lies Major Wheeler, of the Fifth Wisconsin, but just recovered from a previous wound, to be again struck down.
At the edge of the parapet, urging on the men, Lieutenant Russell, aid-de-camp and near relative to the General, is smitten from his horse with a dangerous wound — a courageous, high-toned soldier.
Close by him falls Clark, Adjutant of the Sixth Maine--rebel-hating, rebel-defying, even as he was borne from the field.
The General had already sent back for the rest of his brigade; yet during th
see, December twenty-eighth:
The rebel General Wheeler, with one thousand two hundred or one thoreport to you that I have given the rebel General Wheeler a sound thrashing this morning.
I had sutrain across the Hiawassee River bridge, when Wheeler's cavalry — reported one thousand five hundreand twenty-six men of different regiments.
Wheeler commanded in person, and it was reported to ht I have had an engagement with the rebel General Wheeler, on the twenty-eighth of December, givingr of that flag gave information which induced Wheeler to follow my track.
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Whilst this was being done, Wheeler, with two divisions of cavalry, (Generals Kelquick, and completely routed the enemy, under Wheeler's personal command; and when they were in utt
My movements were quick enough to prevent Wheeler from bringing four cannon he had with him intn different directions to hide in the woods.
Wheeler moved post haste into Georgia, with a couple