ch of staff-officers was sent out to gallop through the mud and hurry up the columns.
At four o'clock the formation was completed, the order for the assault was given, and the struggle for Pickett's intrenched line began.
The Confederate infantry brigades were posted from left to right as follows: Terry, Corse, Steuart, Ransom, and Wallace.
General Fitzhugh Lee, commanding the cavalry, had placed W. H. F. Lee's two brigades on the right of the line, Munford's division on the left, and Rosser's in rear of Hatcher's Run, to guard the trains.
I rode to the front, in company with Sheridan and Warren, with the head of Ayres's division, which was on the left.
Ayres threw out a skirmish-line and advanced across an open field which sloped down gradually toward the dense woods just north of the White Oak road.
He soon met with a fire from the edge of these woods, a number of men fell, and the skirmish-line halted and seemed to waver.
Sheridan now began to exhibit those traits which a
ed the correspondence with Lee which, two days later, led to the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia.
He drew up in front of the village hotel, a comfortable brick building, dismounted, and established headquarters on its broad piazza.
News came in that Crook was fighting large odds with his cavalry on the north side of the river, and I was directed to go to his front and see what was necessary to be done to assist him. I found that he was being driven back, the enemy (Munford's and Rosser's cavalry divisions, under Fitzhugh Lee) having made a bold stand north of the river.
Humphreys was also on the north side, isolated from the rest of our infantry, confronted by a large portion of Lee's army, and having some heavy fighting.
On my return to general headquarters that evening, Wright's corps was ordered to cross the river and move rapidly to the support of our troops there.
Notwithstanding their long march that day, the men sprang to their feet with a spirit that made every