group, which was only reached by a fragment or two. None of us got hurt, but one horse was wounded and another killed. There I staid for five hours (very long ones), and pelted all the time,, but most of the balls flew too high, and, as is well known, shells make a horrid noise, but hurt comparatively few.
All this time the enemy was rolling up his fresh troops and frantically endeavoring to regain that salient.
He made as many as five desperate charges with the bayonet, but in vain.
At one place called the “Corner” the lines stood within fifty feet of each other, for hours!1 The breastwork
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