About 11 a. m. we were ordered to the rear.
It seems that the Ninth Corps, which had moved forward into some woods about this time, had broken, and we were sent back to support them.
We marched three miles—weather extremely hot—and built some breastworks there.
This was at the left of our position of the day before.
A fearful fight went on that afternoon from 4 to 6 o'clock. Fortunately no one in Company E was injured.
That night I was detailed on skirmish line.
For forty-eight hours there was not much rest for some of us, but the line snatched a little sleep at intervals.
Humorous incidents were not lacking during the eventful and strenuous days of this campaign, and the following is mentioned merely in illustration: Our line lay along a plank road, and we had breastworks ten feet away and parallel to the road.
About midnight, while the boys were endeavoring to get a little sleep, a great racket was heard not far away, and some in their alarm thought the whole Rebel army was upon us. It proved to be a stampede among our own cattle, and they came bellowing down the space between the planks and the works, and over the prostrate forms of our men. The choice language of the startled sleepers, when they came to understand the situation, added not a little to the tumult.
Quiet reigned for a short time only, for from 4 to 6 o'clock the enemy tried in good earnest to get possession of the road, and made three, four, yes, five charges in front of us. A Rebel prisoner, apparently wounded and just able to crawl about, on hearing the shouts of his compatriots so near, and dreading to fall into their hands, much to the amusement of our soldiers, jumped up a well man and ran like a deer towards our rear.