the rear and directly towards the gap in my line.
I sent an urgent request that it move up promptly.
It proved to be the Palmetto Sharpshooters, and Colonel Jenkins
replied that he would be with me in a moment.
When in about two hundred yards of the road, however, he changed front forward on the twelfth company, and although the balls fired at us, forming and fighting on the road, dipped into them with destructive effect, it was done in a style rarely equalled on the drill field.
This was followed by a change of front on the first company, executed in the same admirable manner in view and under fire of the enemy, which brought them in position to form on our left.
Before these two evolutions were completed, our Sergeant-Major
reported that all of our men were in line on the road, but some of them were not in their proper places, or even in their companies, and wanted to know if that would do. Glancing along the line I saw every man who was out of place looking back towards me, and answered their question by a motion of my hand, waving them down where they were, saying, although they could not hear me, ‘We are all right now, lie down where you are.’
exclaimed with suppressed enthusiasm, ‘Isn't that glorious!
The old regiment is surely more than filling her measure to-day.’
His countenance was all aglow with that peculiar light often seen in the faces of brave men in battle, and which is so inspiring to the beholder.
I ordered him to lie down behind the line, as I wanted everybody as much under shelter as possible, while we were waiting for Jenkins
to come up on our left.
A moment afterwards the fatal bullet pierced his breast.
It was thus that Beverly Means, who, in peace, was as gentle and modest as a woman, met death.
It was about this time that I found that the shells and cannon balls that had been whirling over us and plunging amongst us during our disorderly pursuit, and now enfilading our line on the road, were coming from the direction of the battery taken by D. H. Hill
I sent a messenger to stop its fire on us, but he probably never reached it, as it continued to fire as long as I remained on the field.
As soon as Colonel Jenkins
arrived on the line with his regiment he gave me the order, ‘Advance your regiment and I will support you.’
Remembering that I had been notified before we reached the battlefield that he was in command of the brigade I promptly obeyed his order.
Looking along my battered line, now about half its original length, with half of its captains knocked out, I had reason to be anxious lest some irregularity of movement might place the regiment at disadvantage.
To prevent this and ensure unity and