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 the assault, asking him to send it home. “I shall be killed,” said he, in conclusion. Stouthearted, kindly, noble Harker! such souls as yours are the safety of the country. The yawning rent in our forums would have closed when you fell, with an instant and thunderous clang, if a type of the richest treasure of the Republic were the only sacrifice demanded. The noble brigade at last fell back, bringing their dying chief with them, leaving a fifth of their number killed and wounded on the field; and to the eternal infamy of the wretches who fought us at that point, several of the latter were made targets after our troops had retired. Lieutenant Benham, of Harker's brigade, was one of the victims, the infernal devils shooting at him deliberately, as he lay bleeding on the ground between the lines, and hitting him not less than four times. This is the only instance in which I obtained the name, but many who participated in the assault assured me that other wounded officers were similarly butchered. Kimball's brigade, though it did not endeavor to storm the rebel works, acted efficiently as a support, and being without our trenches and within easy range of the enemy, its loss was scarcely less than that of its fellow brigades. No higher compliment can be paid any body of troops than to say that they endured a heavy fire which they might not return, coolly and without wavering. The loss in the brigade is one hundred and ninety-three, including Lieutenant-Colonel Chandler and other valuable officers. Your correspondent “Montrose” furnishes the following details of the assault by Davis' division: At eight o'clock precisely the batteries along our whole line opened almost simultaneously upon the enemy's works, and a terrific cannonading followed, lasting for about two hours, to which the enemy promptly responded from Kenesaw, Bald Top and other points on their lines. Hardly had the batteries awakened the foe from his morning slumbers, when Davis' division of Palmer's corps, who were already in position, with Baird's division of the same corps, and one division of the Twentieth supporting them, moved forward, leaving Morgan's brigade in reserve, to be called upon if it was found necessary to put in another brigade. Colonel Dan. McCook's brigade occupied the left, with the Eighty-fifth Illinois thrown forward as skirmishers, while Colonel Mitchell's brigade, with the Thirty-fourth Illinois, occupied the left. The skirmishers advanced quite rapidly for a few hundred yards, driving everything before them, until they encountered a heavy abatis, behind which the enemy had sought cover. There they were checked temporarily, until regiments from the brigades were thrown forward, and the work was carried with slight loss. Nearly all the venturesome skirmishers who remained behind the abatis were captured and sent to the rear. Retreating rapidly before our triumphant advance, the skirmishers who escaped reached the interior of the fortifications (which at that point were in the form of a horse-shoe, with a hill in the centre which prevented their artillery enfilading our columns), with all possible despatch. Meanwhile the veteran regiments of McCook and Mitchell never faltered, but under a very destructive musketry fire, and severe volleys of canister and grape, moved upon the enemy's works, which they reached and attempted to scale. At the head of their brigades the loud voices of Mitchell and McCook were heard above the din of battle, urging their brave followers to scale the works. Never did men seem to be possessed of more determination, while they appeared to have acquired superhuman strength. But all their efforts were in vain. Under the cover of the works they were comparatively safe; but to scale the rampart was certain death. Dan. McCook, I am credibly informed, rendered furious by the frequent vain attempts to carry the works, mounted the work at the head of his men, but instantly fell back, badly wounded, in the arms of his men. Lieutenant-Colonel Clancey, of the Fifty-second Ohio, also fell, slightly wounded, under the breastworks, from which he could not be removed. But while these desperate assaults were being made on the left, Mitchell, brave and determined, was not idle. He, too, was under as heavy a musketry fire as ever rendered a battlefield immortal, and his men never flinched. Up close, almost within bayonetting distance of the enemy, who lined their breastworks with brave and reckless traitors, stood Mitchell's boys, and gave the rebels bullet for bullet. Hardly a man on either side, who mounted the works, now lives to tell the tale of the bloody encounter that has just taken place. At last Davis, than whom there is no more brave or tenacious division commander in this army, seeing all hope of taking the fortifications futile, retired his command, leaving upon the works and in the intrenchments representatives of nearly every regiment in the two brigades, whose eyes were sealed in the cold embrace of death. The division at once fell back twenty yards, under a galling and deadly fire, carrying with them nearly all the wounded who had fallen on the exterior of the works. Here they fortified, and now confront the rebels, twenty yards distant. It is impossible at this writing, two hours after the close of the brief but bloody combat, to correctly state the loss in the division; but members of the division and corps staff, who, by the way, distinguished themselves while under the death-dealing shower of bullets, state that it will fall not far short of six hundred. Probably it may exceed this number. When it is remembered that the principal loss occurred in a period of less than fifteen minutes, the reader can easily judge of the severity of the contest. The proportion of officers wounded in the
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