Col. John M. Harrell, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 10.2, Arkansas
Clement Anselm Evans, Ed.

‘ [347] to the assault of the enemy's works in the heart of Corinth. They carried them, planted their colors within them, drove the enemy from them, and held them until forced back by the overwhelming Federal reserves.’ In Moore's brigade, which was particularly distinguished both days, Lyles' regiment was commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Pennington, and Boone's regiment by Lieutenant-Colonel Boone. Private Morgan, of the latter, was distinguished for gallantry. ‘The flag of Lyles' regiment,’ said Moore, ‘was torn to tatters by the enemy's shots, and when last seen, the color-bearer, Herbert Sloane, of Company D, was going over the breastworks waving a piece over his head and shouting for the Southern Confederacy.’

General Cabell reported of the charge on the second day:

The whole line moved at double-quick almost as one man, shouting ‘Butler,’ and driving the enemy before them until they reached the crest of the breastworks, where a greater force than that driven in, sprang up, delivering a tremendous volley in the very face of my line, which was subject also to artillery fire from the left. A part of the Twentieth Arkansas, under Colonel Johnson, went over the works inside of Corinth. My men were compelled to fall back with a very heavy loss. The courage and daring of my men, who shot the enemy down in their trenches, is beyond all praise. The ground in front of the breastworks was literally covered with the dead and dying of both friend and foe, the killed and wounded of the enemy being nearly, if not fully, two to our one. Those left presented the appearance of men nearly whipped, which convinced me that it was nothing but their reinforcements and superior numbers that kept them from total rout.

Cabell's Arkansas brigade crossed the space in front of the inner batteries with an impetuosity that neither artillery nor small-arms served to arrest. Over fallen timbers and ditches, they pushed forward, blackened with