down, and butted all before them.
The right wing gave way, and the left held the field.
It was the first battle won by colored troops in the war, and proved that they could fight if well officered
Many of the soldiers quartered near us, and some of our own men, had an eye to business, and were going about the camp selling pies, cookies and other articles of food.
The 19th Maine had many men engaged in this business.
One day a tall, honest-looking fellow was going through our camp when he passed Sergeant McGinnis
. “What do you ask for your pies?”
“Twenty-five cents,” replied the soldier.
“I won't give it,” said McGinnis
“Your colonel was just through here selling them for twenty cents.”
While at this camp Colonel Devereaux
was called home, and we were without a field officer.
hearing of this felt it his duty to return.
Although on leave of absence from the severe wound received at Fredericksburg
he reported for duty.
As I have before said, Captain Mahoney
was a true son of Erin, brave and patriotic, yet a little peculiar.
He brought with him two dozen bottles of ginger ale (?) and at night the officers in full uniform called to pay their respects.
We were royally received.
Corks were drawn and sociability began.
We informed the captain that the regiment was delighted to have him return, that we had not had a battalion drill for several weeks, and were very rusty.
He asked what in our opinion we were the most deficient in, and we said the charge.
He said he had expected as much, and that the next day we should have a drill.
The next day drill call was sounded, and we fell in. All the officers' horses were away except an old one that was called