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Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 14: from the Rappahannock to the Potomac (search)
e shifted position. At all events, I had, for some reason, given up my horse to someone and was fighting on foot in some position with one of the guns of the Charlottesville battery, when the orders were given, Cease firing, limber to the front, cannoneers mount! I sprang upon a limber chest upon which there were already the fullo my unusually full muscular development at the time. Upon one of our shiftings of position in the battle I was on foot, abreast of one of the guns of the Charlottesville battery, and following close after John Hunter, sergeant of that piece, who was riding his little chestnut mare, Madge, when a thirty-pounder Parrott shell pn experiences and emotions, is needed for adequate appreciation of the life of the soldier. The entire battalion, Hilary Jones', was moving in column, the Charlottesville battery, in which I was serving, following immediately after Garber's. The farm road we were using led between two heavy old-fashioned gate posts. My recolle
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 16: Gettysburg (search)
ty, especially that of Gordon's brigade, and while, even after his two brigades --Hayes' and Gordon's-entered the fight, the preponderance in numbers was still with the Federal side, yet they broke almost immediately in front of Early; whereupon our entire line-the two divisions of our corps and the two of Hill'smade a simultaneous advance, and the whole Federal force, consisting of the First and Eleventh Corps, of three divisions each, and Buford's cavalry, gave way in utter rout. The Charlottesville battery followed immediately in rear of Gordon, and I was in charge of one of their pieces. We drove the enemy pell-mell over rolling wheat fields, through a grove, across a creek, up a little slope and into the town itself. The pursuit was so close and hot that, though my gun came into battery several times, yet I could not get in a shot. Gordon was the most glorious and inspiring thing I ever looked upon. He was riding a beautiful coal-black stallion, captured at Winchester, th