in vain, for Hoffman
to return and report, our little band of heroes could have reached the regiment, while it was yet at McPherson
's, and the colors would have been saved from capture.
Since I could never learn of any one of our brigade who claimed to have seen Brehm
approaching through the meadow, the inference is that our line was then being withdrawn, as Col. Dana
, who was now in command, had discovered that he was flanked both right and left.
Now for the Confederate
side of the story.
I will quote from a booklet-Pickett or Pettigrew-written by Captain W. R. Bond
, of Daniel
's Brigade, who, in speaking of Davis
' men says as follows:
‘To illustrate the individual gallantry of these troops I will relate an adventure which came under my observation.
It must be borne in mind that this brigade had been doing fierce and bloody fighting, and at this time not only its numerical loss but its percentage of killed and wounded was greater than that which Pickett
's troops had to submit to two days later, and that it was then waiting to be relieved.
Early in the afternoon of this day my division (Rodes
') arrived upon the field by the Carlisle
road and at once went into action.
My brigade (Daniel
's) was on the right, and after doing some sharp fighting we came in sight of Heth
's line, which was at right angles to ours as we approached.
The direction of our right regiments had to be changed in order that we might move in front of their left brigade, which was Davis
': The Federal line, or lines, for my impression is there were two or more of them, were also lying in the open field, the interval between the opposing lines being about three hundred yards. Half way between these lines there was another, which ran by a house.
This line was made of dead and wounded Federals, who lay “as thick as autumnal leaves which strew the brooks in Vallombrosa
It was about here that the incident occurred.
A Pennsylvania regiment of Stone
's brigade had their two flags—state and national—with their guard a short distance in front of them.
One of these colors, Sergeant Frank Price
, of the Forty-second Mississippi, and half a dozen of his comrades determined to capture.
Moving on hands and ’