...my horse somewhat, and continue my perilous course. The bullets whistle like bees about my head, but I ride the whole length of the proposed skirmish line, and get back to the brigade in safety. Colonel Humphrey , of the Eightyeighth Indiana, comes up to me, and with a tremor in his voice, which indicates much feeling, says: My God, Colonel, never do that again! The caution is unnecessary. I had already ...