I was captured in the last charge near the breastworks at Corinth, on the morning of the 4th of October, 1862. One man of my company, William Ross, was captured with me. Before making the last charge, we were drawn up in line of battle along a branch in a skirt of woods about 350 yards from the enemy's works, which at that point were in a semi-circle converging inward, with heavy batteries on the right and left, and a strong force of infantry behind the entire line of works. In front of the works was an open space of about 250 yards, somewhat obstructed with logs and brush. Over this space we were ordered by General Cabell to charge at double-quick. A murderous storm of iron and leaden hail came down furiously upon us from the batteries, and as we advanced, volley after volley of musket balls, like the thickening blasts of a hurricane, swept the field. Within 75 yards of the works, our line, already greatly reduced by killed and wounded, and broken by the obstructions, began a confused retreat. When I came within 25 yards of the works, I looked to the right and left, and seeing no line, supposed the command to ‘lie down’ had been given. I said to Ross, ‘We will take shelter behind this stump and log, and do the best we can until the command comes up.’ Ross dropped down behind the stump and I behind the end of the tree which had been felled from it, I with my sword and he with his musket. From his position Ross took three deliberate shots, at one time bringing down one man in the uniform of an officer. After the third shot, and before he had time to reload, our position was
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