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 (Second Detachment, Third Company,) he having brought it off the field. This gun belonged to Braxton's battalion, but as we saved it, our boys held on to it We had a great deal of trouble to bring these guns up, for the roads were muddy and our horses almost famished. Saturday, April 8th.—It is impossible for us to reach Lynchburg, the question of our surrender is now one of time only. Marched within four miles of Appomattox Courthouse, and halted about 2 P. M. Later in the afternoon heavy firing is heard immediately in our front, and soon we hear that the enemy have attacked and captured a park of our artillery, commanded by General Lindsey Walker, amounting to some thirty or forty guns. No infantry was supporting this artillery, and though the artillerists made a gallant resistance, yet the most of them had to surrender. Some got off with their guns, and buried them shortly afterwards. The ‘Second Company, Richmond Howitzers,’ at the evacuation of Richmond, had been given muskets, and have been doing infantry duty ever since. To say that they did their duty well is but to say what we expected of them. At Sailor's Creek, in Amelia county, they had fought the enemy most gallantly, and their loss was severe; they did not know how to run. At this place one of their Lieutenants, Henry S. Jones, fell mortally wounded; he was a gallant soldier, and had served faithfully with that Company during the entire war. So near the end and then to fall. At night we buried several guns belonging to our battalion, and afterwards many of us gathered around our camp-fires, discussing our probable fate. It was now apparent to all that we could hold out but a few hours— men and horses were utterly worn down by fatigue, loss of sleep and hunger. Thousands were leaving their commands and wandering about the devastated country in quest of food, and they had no muskets. Each hour the enemy was drawing his anaconda coil around us more closely. The throes of dissolution had commenced, and we would go out with the tide. The oil in the lamp was burning low, and the light was going out forever.
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