The bullets whistle like bees about my head, but I ride the whole length of the proposed skirmish line, and get back to the brigade in safety.
Colonel Humphrey, of the Eightyeighth Indiana, comes up to me, and with a tremor in his voice, which indicates much feeling, says: My God, Colonel, never do that again!
The o high.
The blaze of their guns reveals their exact position to us. We reach the rude log breastworks behind which they are standing and grapple with them.
Colonel Humphrey receives a severe thrust from a bayonet; others are wounded, and some killed.
It is pitch dark under the trees.
Some of Gaunther's shells fall short, and a.
It is impossible to collect the information necessary in the short time allowed me. One of my regimental commanders, Colonel Foreman, was killed; another, Colonel Humphrey, was wounded, and is in hospital; another, Lieutenant-Colonel Shanklin, was captured, and is absent; but I gathered up hastily what facts I could obtain as t