went from right to left of the line, giving instructions and urging the men forward.
My squad was composed of men from companies I and A.
We had reached a gate, and were doing our best to cross the street.
I had lost three men when Captain Weymouth
came up. “Can't you go forward, Lieutenant Adams
My reply was, “It is mighty hot, captain.”
He said, “I guess you can,” and started to go through the gate, when as much as a barrel of bullets came at him. He turned and said, “It is quite warm, lieutenant; go up through the house.”
We then entered the back door and passed upstairs to the front.
of Company A was in advance.
He found the door locked and burst it open with the butt of his musket.
The moment it opened he fell dead, shot from a house on the other side of the street.
Several others were wounded, but we held the house until dark, firing at a head whenever we saw one on the other side.
As night came on we advanced across the street and the rebels retired.
We posted our pickets and went into the houses for rest and observation.
The house my company now owned was formerly occupied by a namesake of mine, a music teacher.
I left the men down stairs while I retired.
The room I selected was the chamber belonging to a young lady.
Her garments were in the press, and the little finery she possessed was scattered about the room.
Fearing she might return I did not undress, but went to bed with my boots on. I was soon lost in peaceful slumber, when a sergeant came and said I was wanted below.
Going to the kitchen I found the boys had a banquet spread for me. There was roast duck, biscuit, all kinds of preserves, spread upon a table set with the best china.
We were company,