“All he could do would be useless — limber up the gun and take it away.”
At this moment a shot struck him on the left temple.
He immediately fell, and his only exclamation was, “Oh!
The same ball went through the body of another man, and took the leg off a third.
Throughout the firing he had sighted every gun himself, and examined the effect of every shot with his glass.
It was remarked by his own men, that every ball was placed in the very spot that he aimed for. The men say that he exhibited the same coolness that he would on parade.
The enemy did not come out again until the Federal
troops had been withdrawn a half hour.
did not spike his gun, but kept it charged in preparing to withdraw his command.
The sergeant spiked it after the lieutenant was killed.
the Mobile Tribune
proposes “Cousin Sally” as a pet name for the Confederate States
The name is rather effeminate, but then her male fire-eating cousins could very appropriately be called Sally-manders.--Louisville Journal, June 17