er commander, for whom the battery was named—Captain W. G. Crenshaw—sent each man a pair of boots.
They were very acceptable at that time, and showed that although he was absent in person, yet he was with us in spirit—not forgetting us. What would be the next move?
We were never at ease.
Being on the extreme right we were kept in an unsettled condition all the time.
But now the year 1864 was a thing of the past and February, 1865, found us on the march, this time to meet the enemy at Hatchers Run.
The Crenshaw Battery arrived in an open field just off from the Boydton plank-road, where the infantry under the immediate command of General John Pegram was hotly engaged.
The battery here engaged the infantry, losing some of our best soldiers, among them Benjamin Pleasants, who lost a leg; Hix, and others whose names I do not now recall.
General John Pegram, who was killed here, was a brother to Colonel William J. Pegram, who commanded the Pegram Battalion.
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