Hastily gathering men from nearly every regiment in the corps we threw forward a skirmish line and captured nearly four hundred prisoners. After turning them over to the provost guard we returned to the line, found the colors, but the colonel was not there, and the rest of the day we fought where we could get a chance.
As I was standing behind the works, waiting for something to do, Capt. Harry Hale
, who was serving on General Webb
's staff, rode up and said, “We want to get two guns that the rebels have abandoned, which unless we bring them in, will be retaken.
Can't you get them?”
Calling to the mob (there was no organization of regiments at that moment), “Come on, boys,” we rushed out and brought them in. Turning them on the rebels, we loaded them with everything we could find,--ammunition that did not fit, old musket barrels, etc.,--but not knowing how to work the guns we were in about as much danger as the rebels.
While engaged here the rebels had recaptured a small part of their works on our right, and we were ordered to move to that point.
Collecting as many men of the regiment as we could find, we marched by the flank to what has since been known as the “Bloody Angle
;” here we found hot work.
While we were firing the rebels ran up a white flag, and we advanced to receive their surrender, but as soon as we were over the brow of the little hill that had protected us, they fired a volley, killing several of our men. From that time until dark the cry was “No quarter.”
Part of the time we were on one side of the works and they on the other, each trying to fire over.
I saw Ed. Fletcher
of Company C shoot a man who was trying to get a shot at one of our boys, and was so near that Fletcher
's musket was covered with blood.