the abattis and take position on that crest beyond,’ pointing towards it, and added, ‘unless you jump the game on the way.’
Feeling sure that it would be jumped on the other edge of the slashings, I asked, ‘What then?’
He answered, ‘Press them.’
I told him that embarrassment as to my flank and rear had prevented me from crossing the abattis pretty much with them, at least in close pursuit, and asked if I should succeed again, will you look to flanks and rear?
His answer was, ‘press them.’
We at once entered the abattis, the Fifth regiment, Colonel Giles
, moving with us on our right.
I did not see where the sharpshooters went.
When about half way across a grand volley was poured upon us from the thicket beyond, and although nobody cried ‘Lie down,’ the entire regiment squatted involuntarily in the brush.
As the crash of the volley died away I shouted ‘Forward,’ but none seemed to hear it save our color-bearer, and before it could be repeated the roar and rattle of the regular battle-fire opened upon us and drowned human utterances.
He advanced on and over the obstructions, as he could not move under even the highest without lowering his colors, alone, with a stride unnaturally steady, considering the character of his footing.
None who saw it can ever forget the splendid picture presented by our glorious and handsome boy, John Rabb
, on this occasion.
Never were colors borne with a loftier devotion to duty or a quieter disdain of danger.
He advanced thus alone, nearly halfway to the enemy, and it looked as though our colors would be handed over to them, when our entire regiment seemed simultaneously to take in the situation and made a desperate rush to overtake them.
Our line poured like a wave over and under and through the obstructions, and coming up with the colors, continued the impetuous advance until we swept over theirs.
They retired hastily beyond the crest not far distant.
We consequently did not kill many of them here, but captured a few prisoners.
Emerging from the thicket from which they were driven, and hastily readjusting our ranks, we pushed on towards the crest, and soon encountered the most formidable line, and became engaged in the fiercest fight of the day. The ground over which we passed was thinly studded with sapling pine growth, affording no obstruction to speak of either to the bullets or to the view of either side, and it was the same, though apparently more broken, for a long distance to our right; to our left, woods of thick growth seemed not more than a hundred yards or so distant.
As we approached the crest, their line could be seen extending from the woods on our left across our