hen, and is now, that the Federal skirmishers often refrained from firing upon him simply because they did not care at the time to expose their position.
Many of our soldiers knew him, especially the Georgians, Virginians and Mississippians.
Georgia was his native State.
In his early days he had done a great deal of evangelistic work in all parts of it, and many young men and boys in the army had heard their parents speak of him. I remember one evening, after a most impressive sermon to Cobb's or Cummings' brigade, overhearing a lot of soldiers talking at a spring, when one of them, anxious to appear a little more familiarly acquainted with the preacher than the rest, said, I've heard my mother talk of the old Doctor many a time.
I reckon the old fellow's given me many a dose of physic for croup.
An incident occurred, on or near the Nine-Mile road, some time before the week of battle opened which is strongly illustrative at once of my father's faith and of the childlike simp
No account of my experience as a Confederate soldier would be complete if it failed to refer to the religious life of the army.
This was an element of importance in all our armies, from the outset to the end, and was recognized and fostered as such by our leading generals, many of whom attended the religious services held among the men of their commands, some of them taking loving direction of these services.
I remember on one occasion, when my father was preaching to Tom Cobb's brigade, on the lines about Richmond in 1862, that the service was interrupted by sharp firing in front and the command marched off into the woods.
It proved a false alarm, however; the troops soon returned and the service was resumed.
But the men were preoccupied, nervous, and widely scattered, and everything dragged, until the general, rising, begged my father to wait a moment, and called out: Men, get up close together here in front, till your shoulders meet.
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