I remember seeing a gallant Federal officer mount the edge of the Crater at this point, and, with conspicuous bravery, wave his glittering sword overhead, as if calling on his men to follow him—a sight which commanded my admiration, as it must have done that of all who witnessed it.
An incident occurred about this time, or a little later in the morning, that I have often recalled.
Happening in my immediate presence, it very deeply impressed me. In my company two men, Orderly Sergeant W. W. Tayleure
and Private Buck Johnson
, of the Petersburg Riflemen, came very near having a personal difficulty.
had been standing on the step, which was about nine inches above the floor of the trench, and upon which all men of ordinary height had to stand in order to be able to shoot from the parapet, and had been firing at the enemy from this position.
Just at this time Buck Johnson
, who had doubtless been engaged in the same way elsewhere, and who was never known to flinch, bearing a splendid reputation as a soldier, as, indeed, did Tayleure
, happened to be standing on the floor of the trench.
asked him why he did not get up on the step and fire at the enemy.
's high spirit promptly resented the imputation against his courage, implied in this question, and he used some very strong language to Tayleure
One word led to another, and the two men, both being of approved courage, were about to come to blows, when Joe Sacry
, a member of the Richmond Grays
, standing on the little step above mentioned, having just fired his gun, received a bullet in his head and fell lifeless at the feet of the two men. The quarrel instantly ceased.
Poor Sacry's bleeding corps substituted profound seriousness in the place of angry words, and I believe the needless quarrel was never renewed.
served to maintain on several subsequent fields of battle the good name that each had already well won in their three years of active service.
's brigade of Georgians about eleven o'clock is called upon to make another attempt to carry the works about the Crater and south of it, but, this like the first attempt, is unsuccessful.
As on the occasion of the first charge, word is passed down the line to the men in the breastworks to fire rapidly to keep the enemy's heads down, and the order is in like manner obeyed.
What has been going on in the Crater?
Those who were in it can best tell us, and I may, therefore, properly draw from the interesting address of Lieutenant Bowley
above referred to. Here is what he says: