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on a little eminence with some artillery was General Lee, the guns firing over the heads of the of army.
The wagons, with their canvas covers, had been set on fire.
The cracking of rifles and shriek of shells and braying of mules and shouting of men made such a pandemonium as I had never before witnessed.
Several ineffectual attempts to rally the men and restore some order out of the confusion were made, but nothing could be done.
These were soldiers—veterans of Manassas, Cold Harbor, and Gettysburg—panic stricken, and there was no help.
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