of the division devolved upon Brigadier-General Pettigrew
. General Archer
was captured, and I succeeded him in command of the brigade.
During the forenoon of the 3d, while our division was resting in line behind the ridge and skirt of woods which masked us from the enemy, Generals Lee
and A. P. Hill
rode up, and, dismounting, seated themselves on the trunk of a fallen tree some fiifty or sixty paces from where I sat on my horse at the right of our division.
After an apparently careful examination of a map, and a consultation of some length, they remounted and rode away.
Staff officers and couriers began to move briskly about, and a few minutes after General Pettigrew
rode up and informed me that after a heavy cannonade we would assault the position in our front, and added: “They will of course return the fire with all the guns they have; we must shelter the men as best we can, and make them lie down.”
At the same time he directed me to see General Pickett
at once and have an understanding as to the dress
in the advance.
I rode to General Pickett
, whose division was formed on the right of and in line with ours.
He appeared to be in excellent spirits, and, after a cordial greeting and a pleasant reference to our having been together in work of that kind at Chapultipec, expressed great confidence in the ability of our troops to drive the enemy after they had been “demoralized by our artillery.”
, who commanded his left brigade, having joined us, it was agreed that he would dress on my command.
I immediately returned and informed General Pettigrew
of this agreement.
It was then understood that my command should be considered the centre, and that in the assault both divisions should allign themselves by it. Soon after the two divisions moved forward about a hundred paces, and the men lay down behind our line of batteries.
The cannonade which followed has been often and justly described as the most terrible of the war. In it my command suffered a considerable loss.
Several officers were killed and wounded, with a number of the rank and file.
I received a painful wound on the right shoulder from a fragment of shell.
After lying inactive under that deadly storm of hissing and exploding missiles, it seemed a relief to go forward to the desperate assault.
At a signal from Pettigrew
I called my command to attention.
The men sprang up with cheerful alacrity, and the long line advanced.
“Stormed at with shot and shell,” it moved steadily on, and even when grape, canister, and musket balls began to rain upon it the gaps were quickly