Lynchburg Virginian account.
The line of battle extended from about half a mile above the toll-gate (two and a half miles from Lynchburg
), on the Lynchburg and Salem turnpike
The distance embraced by this line must be two and a half to three miles.
Dr. E. H. Murrell
, who was in a good position to observe a portion of the fight, has informed us that a battery stationed on Halsey
's farm did great execution.
He distinctly saw a large body of cavalry, which he supposed to be about four thousand, drawn up in line of battle in Captain Barksdale
's field, on the Forest
They charged upon our fortifications with great spirit, yelling defiance, and at the top of their voices, which were borne to the point where the doctor stood concealed, he heard them cry “Come out of your holes, you----rebels; we've got you now I come out of your holes.”
When these infuriated wretches got within reach of our grape and canister, our boys let fly a volley at them, which did terrible execution.
Two other volleys were poured into them, when they broke and fled.
The battle ended on Saturday afternoon, and the enemy retreated in great haste on Saturday night. Had they remained until the next day, we are satisfied, from the dispositions that had been made by General-----, that they would have been captured.
Their safety is not now an assured fact by any means.
We rode over the battle-field on Sunday, observing the results of the previous day's work.
On two or three contiguous fields, on the farm of Dr. Owen
and John B. Lee
, we counted some forty odd dead Yankees, who lay stiff, and stark, and nude, a spectacle of horrors.
They had been denuded, it was said, by their particular friends, gentlemen of “African
Most of them were supposed to be sharpshooters, who fell in advance of the enemy's lines, and quite near to our rifle-pits and intrenchments.
Fully three fourths of them were shot through the head, and others through the heart, thus showing the accuracy of that unerring aim which sent them to their last account.
Some of them were fierce-looking heavily-bearded cutthroats, while a few were smooth-faced boys.
We noticed one who seemed to be a stripling of scarce seventeen summers.
On the left of the Salem turnpike
, near the left of the Quaker
meeting-house, we saw five graves.
The wooden boards placed at their heads stated that these were all killed on Friday, the seventeenth.
On the other side of the road a man was laid out