Getting out of a hot place.
As the enemy advanced I continued my fire, but began to march backwards.
The pines were so thick I had to dismount, but kept my face to the enemy, watching his movements, when suddenly I heard a man in my rear, some ten or twenty steps, say: ‘Oh, I surrender!’
I turned and saw Yankee Cavalry in or about our works that we had recently left, and where I expected to find Pickett
I called for my horse and mounted him, and said to my men that I was but a short while out of prison, and I would not go back, but that I advised them to surrender, and told Jake Friar, my adjutant, my intention to get out, if possible.
I laid flat on my horse and galloped down my line to the left.
I saw one of my companies get through just before I got there, but the cavalry and infantry, as I thought, but it proved to be dismounted cavalry (Chumberlayne
's Division), came together.
I rode rapidly back to my colors and ordered a surrender.
‘Sic transit gloria mundi.’
We had fought our last battle.
's Brigade of dismounted cavalry that I had been fighting in my front, and Pennington
's Brigade of mounted cavalry in my rear.
I cannot close without adding that when I ordered, in a loud tone, my regiment to surrender, several of Pennington
's cavalry made a dash for my colors.
That brave and glorious man, Hickok
, my color sergeant, drew his pistol and began firing on them, asking: ‘What did you say, Colonel Hutters
I repeated my order, but Hickok
, dear fellow, had been shot down, and I thought killed, but God be praised, I hear he still lives, an honored citizen of Botetourt
, his native county.
No braver man ever bore the colors of his country on the field of battle, and even at this late day I waft him a ‘well done.’
I have not seen him since Five Forks
His division loved him and would have followed him anywhere.