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W. H. Brown (search for this): chapter 1.38
ts general direction was pointed out to me; found it after considerable trouble, and saw that the enemy had found it before I had. Ewell was standing before a portable field table with writing material on it, and his staff a short distance in his front, and shells were falling fast and furious all around. General Ewell was wearing an artificial leg in the place of the natural one he lost near Sudley's Mills, and he had lately married a widow whom he was accustomed to introduce as my wife, Mrs. Brown. He had become very nervous, and every time a shell exploded near him he would hop his good leg up and curse with the vehemence of an old trooper and the unction of a new church member. I told him of our great need of ammunition. He said he had heard from me two or three times that day and had sent me ammunition, and it would get there before I could. I briefly explained the situation to the general; told him that the enemy were in our front and rear; that their rear fire swept the
William W. Smith (search for this): chapter 1.38
ern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXI, pp. 228, et seq.] Graphic accounts by Colonel J. Catlett Gibson and Dr. William W. Smith. Account by Colonel J. Catlett Gibson. On the evening of the 11th of May, we marched to assist in the repultion that we had done a good day's work. Very truly yours; J. C. Gibson, Colonel 49th Virginia. Account of Dr. William W. Smith. The story as related by Dr. William W. Smith, of Ashland, Va., then a private of the 49th Virginia InfantrDr. William W. Smith, of Ashland, Va., then a private of the 49th Virginia Infantry, now president of the Randolph-Macon College system: On the eighth and ninth our regiment, the 49th Virginia, was not in action, but was moved from point to point, and on the tenth we were in the third line, and though not called on to support tmpt and drew a new line connecting his wings, leaving out the angle. The battle had raged from 4 A. M. to 10 P. M. William W. Smith, Company C, 49th Virginia Infantry, C. S. A. Incidents. During the long-continued firing, while lying in the
R. C. Wood (search for this): chapter 1.38
xtension even if they had to work in the night time, nor could I understand that any of them were placed in the main works of our centre, nor that any of the enemy were in the possession of the last line when we charged them. Ammunition running low—some University Youths take a hand. Upon inquiry, I found that our ammunition was running low and I sent a man to the rear for more. While he was gone Everett Early, son of William Early, of Albemarle, who had come out as a lieutenant in Captain Wood's company, but who had been exchanged or detailed, on account of his extreme youth, to go to school at the University, came up to me with two University students and said they must have a pop at the enemy. I demurred and said I did not want any University student killed in my regiment, but he insisted, upon the ground that he had formerly been an officer in the regiment. As they were in more danger standing with me a little behind the ditch than in it, I waived my objections. Early pic
John S. Gibson (search for this): chapter 1.38
ent out for ammunition returned and said he could not find or hear of any. I found our ammunition was nearly exhausted, ordered another man to go out and find John S. Gibson, ordnance officer of the 49th Virginia, and tell him that he must find an ordnance officer and bring us some ammunition very soon, as we were out. An infor truce was established, which was religiously kept in my front the whole of that day. The second man I sent out for ammunition soon returned; said he had seen Sergeant Gibson, and he had seen the captain of ordnance and they had sent for ammunition. A Glimpse of General Ewell. After waiting what I thought a long time, I sent ot gone far when a body of men fired on me and shot my horse, but he managed to bear me to my brigade before he fell and died. Almost immediately afterwards, Sergeant Gibson, with a squad of men, came up bearing a number of large wooden cartridge boxes of fixed ammunition. My share of this much needed ammunition was quickly distr
Pilcher (search for this): chapter 1.38
k after a sharp little bout. In these woods I found Colonel John S. Hoffman, of the 31st Virginia, in a thicket of bushes, fingering the leaves at his feet, and asked him where he was hit. He said the bushes had knocked his spectacles off and he could not see. I told a man standing near him to find the Colonel's spectacles for him, and if he could not do so to lead the Colonel back to the rear, as he could not see a yard without his specks. I heard some one call out: They have killed Major Pilcher, and saw that some of my own men had fallen. Then I lost my head and became as reckless as any of my men. Rushing them through the woods and coming out myself on their extreme right flank close to a ditch of moderate dimensions, with whitish gray earth thrown out in front, marched across a small branch near the foot of the woods, and up to a bog or morass, which proved to be impassable to man. While we were being here delayed, the 52d Virginia, under Captain Watkins, and the 13th Virgin
D. H. Hill (search for this): chapter 1.38
fter waiting what I thought a long time, I sent out another man on the same errand, who returned, and said ammunition had been sent for and would soon arrive. I waited for it so very long that I grew anxious, and determined to hunt it up myself; rode to the rear and found that bullets were whistling over the quadrilateral, right and left. I inquired for General Early's headquarters, and was told that he seemed to be riding all over the field that day. [Editor's note: General Early commanded Hill's corps that day, and held both the right and left of Lee's line.] I then inquired for General Ewell's headquarters. Its general direction was pointed out to me; found it after considerable trouble, and saw that the enemy had found it before I had. Ewell was standing before a portable field table with writing material on it, and his staff a short distance in his front, and shells were falling fast and furious all around. General Ewell was wearing an artificial leg in the place of the natura
J. B. Gordon (search for this): chapter 1.38
will drive them back. These men are Virginians and they have never failed me; they will not fail me; will you boys? Then rose the oft-quoted shout: General Lee to the rear! Lee to the rear! Go back, General, we can't charge until you go back. We will drive them back, General. Some one got hold of his bridle and back through the line of the 49th Regiment Lee was led. The whole scene was not fifty paces from where I stood, and stands out like a glorious picture to-day. Forward! cried Gordon, and the line stepped off with the steady tread of a dress-parade. There was no shout, no rebel yell, but, as I looked down the line, I saw the stern faces and set teeth of men who have undertaken to do a desperate deed, and do not intend to fail. Lees eyes upon them. With the freedom of the volunteer, I said to those next me: Pass it down the line, boys; General Lee is looking at us. Aye, and depending upon us, too, and the silent line moved on with long, swift strides. In a few
Sharp (search for this): chapter 1.38
waited with guns cocked until it should deliver up its contents. Cartridges were torn and caps laid out (we had muzzle-loading Enfield rifles) that no time should be lost in reloading; we could not hope for more than two shots before it came to a question of cold steel, and few of our men had bayonets. Personally, the boy volunteer was better off for such work, for having been wounded in the hand in an earlier action, so as not to be able to load an Enfield, he had seized a breech-loading Sharp's carbine from the cavalry, and could count on four or five shorts before coming to close quarters. We lay thus expectant until just dawn, when on our right, perhaps some five or six hundred yards away, we heard the Yankee Hussa! hussa! hussa! and then a rattling fire of small arms, lasting but a quarter of an hour at most. Why don't they come on? they gave it up easy, was our thought, when, to our surprise, we saw our men running from the trenches in the salient on our right. The en
Frank George (search for this): chapter 1.38
hen unknown to us, but subsequent information showed it to have been not far from the headquarters that were Lee's that morn, and near to the angle that was bloody ere night. A little after dawn of the 12th, I was aroused from a deep sleep by Frank George, one of General Gordon's orderlies, and was told by him that the Yankees had broken through our works and captured Johnson's division; and when I started to say something, he told me not to talk loud, the enemy were very close to us. I immediately aroused up two or three men near me and told them to arouse the regiment, and tell the men to fall in as quickly and quietly as possible, without any rattling of canteens, as we were near the enemy. I told Frank George that I didn't see how there could have been any hard fighting near us that night, as I had heard no firing. He said he had heard it, and that General Lee had heard it, and that the Yankees had certainly broken through the centre of our line near General Lee's headquarte
Updyke (search for this): chapter 1.38
the left to give a freer passage to the riders, and they passed through in single file, and the field of coming carnage resounded with wild shouts of Lee, Lee, Lee! [This man is identified by R. D. Funkhouser in communication of the Times-Dispatch of Jan. 29, 1905, as Sergeant Wm. A. Compton, of Company D, 49th Virginia Regiment, who is still living and an active business man in Front Royal, Va., to-day.] When the Warren Riflemen ran forward, thinks I, that is Sergeant Compton, of Captain Updyke's company; he has disobeyed my order of steady, front! but he is a brave soldier and a good file officer, and I would not like to wound his pride. He has rendered Lee all the homage in his power, and when I made way for Lee and his escort to the rear I was glad that a soldier of my regiment had guided Lee back to us and to safety and to sight of his headquarters, where he was much more needed and in much less danger than in front of our fighting line, which was some sixty yards distan
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