at once, and we did march
thirty-five miles, not halting until nine o'clock at night, when we bivouacked on the field of Gettysburg
, two miles from the battle-ground.
All day we had heard heavy firing and knew that a battle was being fought.
At daylight on the 2d we were ordered into line of battle on the left of Cemetery Hill
, where we remained under a severe artillery fire until about five P. M.
We had seen the advance of the 3d corps and the warm reception they met; we saw them falling back and the enemy advancing.
Lieut. Sherman Robinson
and I were lying side by side watching the battle.
“Some one must go and help them, Jack
,” said Robinson
At that moment a staff officer rode up to Colonel Devereaux
, and then we heard the familiar command, “Attention, 19th!”
“We are in for it,” said Robinson
, and with the 42d New York, we double-quicked to a point where the line had broken and the rebels were advancing on our flank.
I was in command of the color company, had just removed the covering from the colors when a regiment on our left broke; with other officers I rushed to rally them, and was returning to my place in line when I went down.
I heard an officer say, “Jack
is down,” before I really knew that I was shot.
I could not rise, and Sergeant Smith
and Private Collopee
came to me. “Put him on my back, Smith
,” said the latter, and under a terrible fire he carried me from the field.
Our lines fell back as fast as we could go, and I expected that Collopee
would be obliged to drop me, and I should fall into the hands of the rebels, but he kept on and landed me in the field hospital of the 3d corps.
Everything indicated that we were again defeated, but when our men arrived at the stone wall, by unanimous consent they turned about, and with that wild hurrah that only Yankee