by an unseen movement to our rear?
Terror stricken we turned, when lo!
there were our friends coming to our assistance, and not the enemy to our attack.
Field, with his Virginians
, and Pender
, with his North Carolinians, relieved by Early
, of Ewell
's division, came rushing up, comparatively fresh for the work, and cheering us as they advanced on either side of our little band, waited not the assault, as we were doing perforce, but with a wild Confederate yell, rushed upon Stevens
as he was in the confusion of crossing to our attack.
The Federals halted, turned and fled, our friends crossing the railroad and pursuing them.
He ‘did not have the numbers,’ Stevens
reported, and Gordon
agrees with him that as usual the Federals
had not expected that the attack would have been so easily repulsed.
Indeed, he believed that the troops who had relieved us would soon be driven back, and the contest renewed on the hill where we stood, and he determined upon a desperate move in case his apprehensions should be realized.
Telling Colonel Simpson
of his fears, he ordered him to move the Fourteenth back to the old field near the fence, and there to lie down until our troops fell back—to lie still as they did so, and to let them pass, and the enemy in pursuit of them, and then to rise and charge with the bayonet the pursuing enemy.
With bayonets fixed, the Fourteenth moved back to the old place, and lay down as directed.
Happily, our friends had done their work better than General Gregg
had anticipated, and Stevens
‘did not have the numbers’ to resist their fury.
So, as the sun went down, we rested from our terrible labors of the day—we rested, but not in security.
The evening shades crept upon the bloody field, and the contending armies paused for the night in their fierce struggle.
An angry shell now and then, however, came hurtling through the trees, and one of them falling in a group of the First, killed Lieutenant John Munro
, who had greatly distinguished himself during the day, and with him his comrade, young Nat. Heyward
, who, during the battle, had been serving on my staff.
Thus ended the part taken by Gregg
's brigade of South Carolinians at Manassas
, and of which Gordon
says: ‘In Southern histories and by Southern firesides the brave deeds that Southern soldiers had on this day achieved, were to mark it as the bloody and glorious day of the 29th August.’
In a small affair the next morning I had the misfortune to be wounded with a few others of the brigade, about a dozen, I believe, but the brigade took no part in the great battle of the 30th.
But on this third day of that great struggle, on the extreme opposite