to hear what was being said about the war. After seeing others whose names I do not now remember, and getting some refreshments, I started back to camp, feeling assured that every man was needed there.
Among those I noticed already on their way out was Mr. William C. Bannister
, whom I remember well, as on that fateful day, erect as a Mohawk chief, with rifle in hand and blanket slung across his shoulders, he seemed the personification of the Southern
In company with (I think) Mr. George B. Jones
, he marched steadily out to the fray.
was full of patriot fire, and no man fought or fell that day whose devotion to the Confederate
cause was more conspicuously displayed than his.
On the way I met two Confederate soldiers.
From them I derived the information that an attack already had been made and repulsed.
I asked them why they didn't stay to help; they gave me as a reason that it was not their company that was engaged.
I suspected that, being old veterans and probably foreseeing the result, the real reason was they had no stomach for the fight.