Vanity Fair's account of the battle of Newbern.
At a moment of indecision, when it enquired but another volley to repulse the Federals
from before a battery on the right, of a vigorous example to encourage them to charge and take the battery, an officer of high position and undaunted bravery resolved to sacrifice himself, if necessary, in order to set the soldiers an example.
He seized the opportunity when a heavy shell was about to be tired front a mortar of one of the Rhode Island batteries, and seated himself astride of the muzzle.
These large shells move very slowly.
As the ponderous projectile exuded from the enormous engine, the officer clasped his knees around it, and with his sword in one hand and revolver in the other, sailed, triumphant and transfigured, over into the midst of the enemy, cheering and swearing alternately.
The effect was magical.
The shell struck among a cavalry company.
The gallant officer ass- a hundred foes, and in a moment had surrounded himself with such a barricade of dead horses and riders that the explosion of the mission harmed him not.
The troops who witnessed the feat were at once ablaze with enthusiasm.
They charged like devils, and captured the rebel works at the point of death.
The officer who did this should be rewarded by a nation's gratitude.
He deserves all praise and glory, and ought to receive the highest position in the gift of the American
Personal modesty alone prevents me from mentioning his name.
One of my staff officers, a young lieutenant of right quadroons, was led by his impetuously into the enemy's stronghold, and found himself surrounded by a regiment of Mississippi
I immediately rode for ward, under a perfect storm of shot and shell, and raising myself in my stirrups, made faces at the foe. Terrified, they dropped their arms and fled.
The lieutenant and I remained uninjured, laden with scalps and trophies.
I captured several handsome flags.
One is a large silk banner, with the following characteristic inscription, in white letters, white ground:
"Strikes for Southern Wrights and Olmitey truth."
Another, which I took with my own hands after wringing the color sergeant
's neck, is the guidance of a company called Col. Appel
It bears this inscription, which has a pomo- air:
sound in the Gores."
‘"Cause"’ is doubtless the word intended; but I observe that Southern - graphy is peculiar.
One troop of rebel horse is reported to have carried a black color, but I think this is an error.
At least I saw but one cavalry regiment and they were horse of another color.
After the battle, I took up my quarters in a farm house on the banks of the Neuse
, whence I now write.
What I need is, rest and
There are three pretty girls here.
I am in no hurry to move before the fleet of May.
I have sent on my army, however, toward, Richmond
Later — Richmond is ours!
is not yet ours, but it will be as soon as we take it.
The father and brothers of the three pretty girls have come home.
They are soldiers.
I shall not stay here much longer.