... that the zebra horse was killed. He took a handkerchief, bound up my arm, and then ran back to the Sixty-first. As the impulse was favorable to a charge I decided to go on farther, and, asking Brooke 's regiment on French's left to lie down, called again: Forwardl And on we went, pushing back the enemy and breaking through his nearest line. We pressed our way over uneven ground to the neighborh...