The officers cry in low tones, ‘steady men! steady, they are coming. Ready!’ The warning click of the hammers raised as the guns are cocked, run down the lines, a monetary solemn sound—for when you hear that, you know that the supreme moment has come. The hill in our front shut out all view, but the advancing enemy were close on us, they were coming up the hill, the loud tones of their officers, the clanking of their equipments, and the steady tramp of the approaching host was easily distinguishable. Then our Colonel said in a quiet calm tone, that was heard by all, ‘steady lads, steady! Seventeenth, don't fire until they get above the hill.’ Each man sighted his rifle about two feet above the crest, and then, with his finger on the trigger, waited until an advancing form came between the bead and the clear sky behind. The first thing we saw appear was the gilt eagle that surmounted the pole, then the top of the flag, next the flutter of the Stars and Stripes itself slowly mounting—up it rose; then their hats came in sight; still rising, the faces emerged; next a range of curious eyes appeared, then such a hurrah as only the Yankee troops could give broke the stillness, and they surged towards us. ‘Keep cool, men—don't fire yet,’ shouted Colonel Corse; and such was their perfect discipline that not a gun replied. But when the bayonets flashed above the hill-top the forty-six muskets exploded at once, and sent a leaden shower full in the breasts of the attacking force, not over sixty yards distant. It staggered them—it was a murderous fire—and many fell; some of them struck for the rear, but the majority sent a stunning volley at us, and but for that fence there would have been hardly a man left alive. The rails, the posts, were shattered by the balls; but still it was a deadly one—fully one-half of the Seventeenth lay in their tracks; the balance that is left load and fire again and again, and for about ten minutes the unequal struggle is kept up. The attacking force against the First brigade, as I learned, was a full brigade, three thousand strong, and against our little remnant is a full regiment. What hope is there? None. And yet for the space of a few rounds the combat is kept up, the combatants not over thirty yards apart. We stood up against this force more from a blind dogged obstinacy than anything else, and gave back fire for fire, shot for shot, and death for death. But it was a pin's point against Pelides' spear. Our Colonel falls wounded;
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General Beauregard 's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff .
Federal testimony as to the Merrimac and Monitor.
Report of General Braxton Bragg .
List of officers of the C. S. Iron-clad Virginia, March 8th , 1862 .
[read before the Louisville Southern Historical Association .]
Paper no. 4 .
A lecture delivered in Baltimore , in November , 1872 , by Rev. Dr. R. L. Dabney .
Letter to General Bragg .
[funeral eulogy at Port Gibson , December 27th , 1882 .]
Address of Hon. C. E. Hooker , of Mississippi .
Confederate Artillery at Second Manassas and Sharpsburg .
Our fallen comrades.
Speech of Colonel T. L. Bayne , of the Washington Artillery .
Unveiling of Valentine 's Recumbent figure of Lee at Lexington, Va. , June 28th , 1883 .
General Lee in command of the Army of Northern Virginia ���Richmond, Manassas , Harper's Ferry , Sharpsburg , Fredericksburg .
Sketch of the Lee Memorial Association .
The artist and his work.
Sketches of the Third Maryland Artillery .
Lee and Scott .
The Kentucky campaign.
The twenty-fourth South Carolina at the battle of Jonesboro .
Official report of Colonel George William Logan , on the engagement between the Federal gunboats and Fort Beauregard , on the 10th and Sixth May , 1863 .
Who fired the first gun at Sumter ?
A narrative of Stuart 's Raid in the rear of the Army of the Potomac .
The annual meeting of the Southern Historical Society .
Sketches of the Third Maryland Artillery .
Address of General Dabney H. Maury at the Reunion of Confederate veterans, Maury camp, no. 2 , Fredericksburg, Va. , August 23 , 1883 .
Stray leaves from a soldier's Journal.
Correction of errors in statement of Governor Anderson , and letter of General Echols .
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