I felt ready for anything. God kept me cool and collected; God preserved me. To Him be the glory. 1 stood two or three paces in front of my boys, looking to the left, watching for the formation to be completed, knowing that our next order would be to commence firing. An explosion close by me benumbed me. I looked at myself. I was unharmed. I looked at my company. Four men were wounded by the bursting of a shell. I ordered them to the rear, to a surgeon's care, and dressed the ranks. “Commence firing!” rang out from the lips of our Colonel. Let me describe the position. We had been pursuing an embowered path through the woods; suddenly it entered a broad clearing, where thick bushes (like the whortleberry) and tangled vines netted the marshes. Evergreen trees, principally pines, were on either side, and three hundred yards in front of us was the famous redoubt, of which we had been told weeks before, in Hatteras Inlet! When we debouched from the road into the cleared way, it brought us right in front of and in perfect range of the rebel guns. They had three pieces of artillery fronting and commanding this clearing, and large numbers of riflemen, perched in trees, behind the turfed walls, and under all possible covers. I had dressed my company, (at no dress parade had it ever been done better,) and stood two or three paces in front of them, when the shell burst, of which I have before spoken. When ordered to fire, they commenced with a will. Every piece told, and then the boys buckled to in good style. For an hour we fought on; not a man shrinking from his post. One after another was wounded, and sent to the rear. Still the boys closed their ranks and fired. I made them lie down while loading, to keep them under cover. You have no conception of the deadly whizz of bullets, or of the peculiar breath of grape and sharpnel! An iron rain, a leaden hail, were on every side. I was looking at Lieut. Stillman. A ball entered his lungs; he gasped and fell! Two sergeants and three privates carried him to the ambulance. There he died. A ball ploughed Ezra's lower lip, making a ghastly wound. He went off to have it dressed, and then set out to fight, but I forbade him. Three boat-howitzers at our left had been in use early in the morning, but now were idle, awaiting a time of greater need. In front of them a part of our right wing was posted. In their rear was the balance of the regiment. We formed two lines of battle opposite and parallel to the redoubt. One after another, other regiments were marched into the woods on our right and left, but we kept our position. Balls came thicker and faster. We were ordered to lie down under the bushes and stop firing. Down the boys piled themselves, and sought cover of bogs, stumps, and whatever else furnished protection to us. Col. Russell, for a long time, refused to lie down. The Lieut.-Col. of the D'Epineuil Zouaves got out then with him, and asked him to watch the firing, and see the effect of his own shot. (He had a rifle.) By the efforts of our Lieutenant-Colonel, this man was got out of the way at last, but not till the exact range of our Colonel had been obtained by the enemy. A ball whizzed close to him! Capt. Coit called out: “Colonel, that was meant for you — lie down — do lie down!” The Colonel stood quietly looking at the battery, evidently watching for the appearance of our troops on the flank of the enemy. Again Coit entreated him to lie down, and this time successfully. He had been thus covered for a few minutes, when a shot came lower than usual. It entered our Colonel's shoulder and pierced him to the heart. It was to him an instantaneous death. His body was carried to the rear, and we lay still. Oh! what a thing is war to benumb the emotions. Much as I loved Col. Russell, I felt no sorrow then. My only thought was, the progress of the fight, and the question of success or failure. The moments flew rapidly by, marked by the music of the balls. Three boat-howitzers at our left were started at a run toward the battery. Three companies moved on splendidly; then came a shower of balls whose like I never saw before. It was a rain of death. The remainder paused in their course, and stood on the logs behind which we lay — waiting — waiting. Suddenly a wild cheer came from the battery. With a rush, the Zouaves went forward. The American flag waved from the redoubt. Another, and still another Union flag were added to their number, and we knew that the battle was won! I have this as the result of the battle: Eleven men are wounded — my Lieutenant is dead--Capt. Jepson is wounded. He is now to go home, and spend a few weeks recruiting himself. Our regiment had a hard time and heavy losses. We have been highly complimented by our General in the official report of the transactions. We tried to trust in God, and our trust was not confounded. I lay that day in the mud and water to my waist for an hour. I had a terrible cold, which has not yet gone. We had a wonderful experience and a providential escape.February 13.I am on board the Spaulding, with my company, guarding one hundred and forty prisoners, all officers. There are four colonels, two lieutenant-colonels, six majors, and the balance line officers. We came on yesterday morning, and our boys (company A) have done guard duty--two hours on and four hours off — by turns, ever since.P.
--New-Haven Herald, March 1.
Richmond dispatch account.
Richmond, February 26, 1862.In commencing a slight account of the capture of Roanoke Island with the forces there, I wish to say that, so far as my opinion goes, the place was entirely undefensible, without the aid of a naval force strong enough to cope with the Federal gunboats. In these days of diving-bells and sub-marine batteries, the ordinary channel obstructions are of little avail unless protected