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"Slowly
I moved down the column, with feelings I had never before experienced
on the battle-field, for I felt I had but a minute more to live; and
as I gazed into the faces of both officers and men, I could see the
same feeling expressed, for all were alike aware of their danger.
But no coward's glance met mine. There was no craven in those ranks.
They had sneaked to the rear the day before. But the compressed
lip, the stern brow, the glittering eye, told that those before me
would fight to the last. Reaching my post, I looked up the line, and
there stood the brave Steuart, calmly waiting for the troops to get
in position.
'Fix
bayonets,' was the command, quietly given; and the last act in this
bloody drama was about to be enacted. It was a dreadful moment, but
one brief second of life yet left! The sword of the General is
raised on high! 'Forward, double-quick!' rings out in the clarion
tones, and the race to meet death commenced. The fated brigade
emerged from the woods into the open plain, and here-oh God! What a
fire greeted us, and the death-shriek rends the air on every side!
But on the gallant survivors pressed, closing up the dreadful gaps as
fast as they were made. At this moment I felt a violent shock, and
found myself instantly stretched upon the ground. I had experienced
this the feeling before, and knew what it meant, but to save me I
could not tell where I was struck. In the excitement I felt not the
pain, and resting upon my elbow, anxiously watched that struggling
column. Column, did I say? A column no longer, but the torn and
shattered fragments of one. But flesh and blood could not live in
such a fire; and a handful of survivors of what had been a little
more than twelve hours before the pride and boast of the army, sought
to reach the cover of the woods.
But
that merciless storm of bullets pursued them, and many more were
stricken down. Among those who escaped, with a slight wound, was
Adjutant Winder Laird, who, as he passed where I lay, caught me up
and carried me to the shelter of the woods.
Faint
and sick from the loss of blood, I fell into a stupor, from which I
was aroused by the voice of Lieutenant Thomas Tolson.
'Can
I do anything for you sir?' he kindly inquired.
'Tell
Captain Murray to take command of what remains of the battalion,' I
directed.
'Alas,
sir, Captain Murray has fought his last fight, he fell dead, close to
my side, late in the charge,' he answered.
Colonel
Herbert's prophecy was fulfilled.”
- Major William Goldsborough, 1st MD Bat.
Major William Goldsborough, 1st MD Bat |
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