The enemy's lines were soon carried, with many prisoners, and all his artillery that were in his works.
The scene was magnificent — the grandest I have beheld during the war. Most of the enemy in my front were captured, with three pieces of artillery.
The enemy's trenches were strewn with arms, accoutrements, and camp equipage.
The officers of the three front regiments, with many private soldiers, led the van, cheering onward, as did those who followed in the rear lines.
Lamented Adjutant Gregory, Eighty-fourth Indiana, fell when within about one hundred yards of the enemy's works, from an artillery ball or shell, while pressing forward and encouraging his regiment.
May kind remembrances follow him.
My brigade moved forward of all other troops on the right of the Franklin pike, so that my skirmishers covered the mountain pass at Brentwood at nightfall, where we rested for the night.
Early next morning the pursuit was continued — my brigade in front.
Our forces continued to