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y.- ? fetnm& sr ; TO CARE FOR HIM WHO HAS BORNE THE BATTLE AND FOR HIS WIDOW AND ORPHANS.", ESTABLISHED 1877 -NEW SERIES. WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, AUGUST 13, 1885. VOL. V-NO. 1.-WH0LE NO. 209.' .k. J mm CAMP Ap FIELD. The Glittering Romance vs. The ,Stern Reality of War. A YOUNGSTER'S INQUIRY. Who Did the Bravest Fighting? In the First Fight. INSTANCES OF COWARDICE How the Service Begins Col. Don n Piatt's Roster. BY GEN. JAMES M. COMLY, 23D OHIO. " I suppose you had a great many roman tic adventures in the army?" inquired a young friend a few evenings since one who has token great pains to " post himself up " on camp life by studying such authorities as "Charles O'MaUey," "Tom Burke of Ours," " The Three Guardsmen," and the like. He was so guileless and confiding, and asked the question with such an air of pleased expectation that it seemed impossi ble to say that Charles O'Malley or Tom Burke might have served four years in the War of the Rebellion without any adven ture more romantic than that of sacking a mule train. The black-eyed senoritas of the Sunny South did not make love to us in the "I WASN'T SCARED A BIT." intoxicating moonlight of voluptuons Moor ish gardens. Theydidnotmounttheromantic mule and fly with us over mountains measly with the campfires of murderous but pic turesque guerrillas. Not to any great extent. The black-eyed senoritas of the Sunny South oftener made war upon us, and "expressed a wish that every "Yankee invader" might rot in the unfathomable mud of the South ern highways. They turned up the nose of derision at our gallant and beautiful young staff officers a nose not always guiltless of snuffy streaks from the seductive "dip." Moreover, I regret to say that the cases were even extremely rare where one of our own great commanding Generals called his youngest staff officer to dine with him, and pressed upon his acceptance a lovely daugh ter with untold love and uncounted doub loons. Somehow, such things never came oar way. They mostly stray off and get into Irish novels or French romances. Yet I could not say all this to my guile less and expectant young friend. He ex pected something better from me, and I am naturally so obliging especially to guile less and high-spirited boys that I could not find it in my heart to disappoint him. So I answered somewhat hurriedly and con fusedly : "In the Mexican "War, and the War of Twelve, and the Revolution, they had any quantity of such adventures, as you must have learned from the grand historical works of Capt, Horrey, and Weems, and 'Carleton,' and Capt. Maync Reid and others. The Indian Border Wars were stuffed full of adventures. And you must remember it is only a short time ago that in the Mexi can War, Capt Bragg, with his battery, licked the whole Mexican army one after doon, when old 'Rough and Ready ' uttered his famous historic epigram: 'A little more grape, Capt Bragg! ' You remember that? And then there was dashing Charlie May, of the Dragoons, who charged into a Mexican battery and captured it at the point of the saber ; and it was reported at the time that he tied the Mexican commander to his long flowing beard, and brought him off the field at a hard gallop, dangling first on one side and then on the other, over the jagged high peak of his military saddle. I myself have seen a picture of this magnificent charge, where Capt. May appears in the act of leap ing his military charger over the heads of the entire battery, his long beard floating like a banner over the scene, while his saber executed rapid moulinels, clipping off heads like dandelions. I saw that jticlurc myself," I repeated impressively, as I tried to remem ber something of the sort in the War of the Rebellion or anything, in fact, that would not "let down" too suddenly from this high and heroic plane. TVHO DID THE BEAVEST FIGHTING? "Who did the bravest fighting in the War of the Rebellion?" inquired my young friend, drawing a long inspiration, his appe tite rather whetted than satiated by my incursion into ancient history. The question rather startled me. I never kad thought of it before, and I fell into a nverie, as my young friend waited for his answer. I thought to myself, "Who did do the bravest lighting? I suppose all did the best they could, and nobody ever thought "whether he was doing much or little he had not time." Then, all at once, it flashed ' "v- iS VR through my mind, and I replied to the ques tion of my young friend: "Who did the bravest fighting? TIic women who staid at home. The mothers, and the sisters, and the cousins, and the aunts, above all, the sweethearts and wives, who waited and watched and wore their hearts out in such fear and longing as God's very shepherd's crook and staff alone enabled them to bear they did the bravest fighting. Next to them the Surgeons and nurses in the hospitals, wliere every breath they drew was from an atmosphere of suffering and anguish unspeakable. You remember the girl in (I think it is) one of Mrs. Whit ney's stories, who so often says, ' Oh, dear ! There is fun going on, and I'm not in it ! ' Well, in the army we often had fun I think most of the time we had fun in one way and another and the women at home were 'not in it.' Where was the chance for fun among those "waiting women, whose very souls might, mind and strength were bound up in doing for our disabled sick and wounded, in hospital or in prison, and in the patient waiting and longing and fearing for 'news from the front'? What glint of sunshine could come to brighten and sweeten the lives of these, or of the Surgeons and nurses in our hospitals, who never drew a breath of air not thick with disease and pain, suffering and death ? What tender ness and daring of the bravest in the field could equal that of the sweetheart, or wife, or mother who buckled on the sword of her knight, and in mingled pride and anguish sent him to ' do his devoir,' and peril his life and hers, in defense of his country? What soldier would not have "rather charged into the open mouth of a battery than have suffered the anguish of these wo men, or to have endured, without the ex citement and afflatus of battle, the terrible suffering of wounded and dying comrades in hospital or prison? " My young friend seemed somewhat dazed by this outbreak, and I had to remind my self that, although I felt as young as he, his birth was really two wars later than mine, and did not " relate back " to even the war of the rebellion, which seems so recent that everybody ought to remember all about it; but there are about half a million of old veter ans who are daily amused and confounded by the ignorance of its causes and effects, shown by the "rising generation." All this was suddenly dispersed by the next ques tion: "How does a man feel when he gets into his first battle?" HOW HE WASN'T SCAKKD. Gen. Hayes once told me a story illustrat ing the feeling of doubt which every modest man may have, however brave he may really be, iu going for the first time u nder fire doubt whether his courage may be able to stand the test. The "man" in the case was a mere lad, too young to enlist as a soldier, but determined to "get there" somehow. He had attached himself to the wagon-train of the 23d Ohio, and had been cared for by the good-natured teamsters until the command took part in its first battle during the war the battle of Carnifex Perry, in West Vir ginia. -Gen. (then Major) Hayes was in command of the left wing of the regiment for independent service on the flank of the enemy. There had been heavy firing in front; in fact, it is said that there was no action during the war in which there was more "racket" from heavy firing than in the battle of Carnifex Ferry. Maj. Hayes, after waiting impatiently for an order to advance until he became afraid that the commanding General had forgotten him, galloped towards the front to find Gen. Rosecrans and report in person, hoping to receive orders that would place his command in immediate and active proximity to the enemy. And I may as well say here that he had his desire, in being ordered through 3k- AFRAID TO TIGHT, RUT WOULD BRING WATER. an almost impenetrable laurel thicket, up a steep ascent, to attack the enemy in flank. To return to my subject: As Maj. Hayes galloped up the road towards the front he met this lad of whom I have spoken com ing down the road on a teamster's horse, which he had somehow got hold of, his hat set back on his neck and his face fairly blaz ing with fun and excitement, and as he passed he called out: "Oh, Major! I've been up there in the thickest of it and I wasn't scared a hit ! " As nearly as I can recollect that was the experience of most. They were very curious and somewhat doubtful as to "how they would feel in their first fight, not knowing what unexpected aspect of the trial might turn up as irresistibly demoralizing. And usually they came out like the boy, " not scared a bit." But with some it was differ ent. I will tell you 'two little stories that come from personal knowledge. Case 1. We had in the 23d regiment a quaint old character an enlisted musician whose name I would not mention for any thing. Just before the battle of South Mountain he came to me and asked me to step aside with him a moment. I did so, and he said : HE WAS SCAEED. "My God, Major, I am a coward! I did not know it. I thought I could help the country, and though I was past 45, and needn't to, I enlisted. Now, I have found that I can't go into a fight! I can't, Major, if you should kill me! I shall be disgraced, and all the folks at home will know it. I can never hold my head up again, if I try to go into this fight Can't you do some thing for me? Give me something to do that ain't fighting, and I'll do anything. Oh, for God's sake, Major, think of something, and save me from the disgrace ! " The poor fellow was half frantic in his earnestness. I thought a moment and said: "A , do you think you could carry water for the men while they are fighting? It is going to be an awful hot day, and a canteen of fresh water will be about the greatest luxury the men could have under fire. Can you carry water for them?" W:t ,t i r anr v k ir-t"-- ic'-liii &. i it 1 1 " Oh, yes ! Thank you, Major." Well, now, in the thickest of that fight, where the regiment lost within eight men of half that went into action, old A would come to the front loaded down with canteens, delivering them, and taking up the empty ones along the line. Between bayonet charges the men were hugging the ground like a long-lost brother, under such a storm of minie balls as did not seem to leave any unoccupied space in the air. Old A would prance down the line deliver ing canteens to the panting men, without any more sense of fear than the bravest man in the army, until his last canteen of water was gone; then he would give a wild yell, and bolt for the rear as if the devil was after him. Case 2. There was a man in the 36th Ohio (Crook's regiment) who was noted throughout the command for his daring. He seemed to actually court danger. He was constantly volunteering for hazardous service oh the picket-line, and took the most exposed positions, and yet he never was hit; not until we lay in front of Lynchburg, or in rear of it, or somewhere around it the woods and underbrush were so thick we could not even see the sky most of the time. In the evening word came that the enemy Mmum&m k-s-syfavn'si te ..! c-' HE WAS BADLY SCARED. were about making a rush xipon our artil lery, in a comparatively open piece of woods, and our brigade was ordered forward on the double-quick to cover the artillery. The 3Gth man, as usual, had permission to go upon the front line of skirmishers. In a moment he received his first wound a rifle ball nipped off, I think, about half an inch of one of his fingers. He immediately threw away his Enfield and fled to the rear, his eyes popping with terror, and at every jump he roared out hoarse bellows, like a scared calf. After that he never could be got into a light. He had been such a good sol dier that his officers were disposed to ease him along until he got over his panic, but it was no use, and finally Col. Devol was obliged to prefer charges against him late in the war. I was on the court-martial that tried him, as we lay at Cedar Creek ; and the officers who had known all about the case made a strong impression upon the sym pathy" of the court, and the accused was sentenced only to be dismissed the service, with the loss of all his pay and allowances. Young Friend. Well, that is very strange and interesting. Perhaps, if that first boy you spoke of had got wounded, he would have run away from Carnifex ? No, I think not. He was a bright, wide awake boy, who was intelligently courageous by nature. The 36th man was brave only from lack of knowledge, and from a stolid sort of pleasure in violence and destructive ness. An old story was told of two British officers, one of whom was rather a bully and hated the other, who was so sensitive as to be almost effeminate. During the Peninsu lar War, as they went into action, the bully taunted the other, saying : " You arc as pale as a sheet ! You are frightened ! " " Yes," said the other; "and if you were as badly frightened as I am, you would run ! " That expressed it. The best soldier is the one who fully appreciates the danger, but whoso pride and sense of duty and courage make him stick. Young Friend. What was the service like when you first went in. Did you just go right into fighting, and charge the enemy, and all that sort of thing ? HOW IT WAS. My dear young friend, no. The first thing I met when I joined my regiment in the' field was a burying party with the dead body of one of our Captains, who had died of exposure and disease. The roads were five feet deep in mud and slush, and the com mand had been on the march for weeks, over the mountains, in the cold, dreary, dismal Fall rains that never stopped. They had not got used to it, then ; they did not know how to take care of themselves; they did not know how to cook their beans and half cooked beans are more dangerous than a bombardment. They did not know how to make any little savory dishes with their hard-tack and pork. They lost ap petite and relish, and loathed the messes prepared for them as the Israelites loathed the quail of the desert. Theefield hospitals were without the comforts our struggling Surgeons soon learned to create, and the Sanitary Commission was net yet born. The accommodations for the sick were insufficient, and every spot that could bo turned into a shelter was jammed with men who were literally rotting with diarrhea, camp fevers, nostalgia in its most hopeless form, and everything else that is deadly and damna ble. The misery was indescribable the suffering was like deepest hell. Those were the times when the true gold came out, if a man had it in him. Those were the times when men became comrades. Can you under stand what that'means? It means friendship tried and true, to the death, to heaven or the grates of hell bej'ond death. But this is too somber too awful. Let mo close, this time, with something more cheerful. I had a funny experience doing guard duty, the first two weeks or so. We were in Gen. Schenck's Brigade, and Donu Piatt was his Adjutant-General. I knew the General, but not the Adjutant-General at that time. I was put on Field Officer of the Day three times in one week, and was nearly dead for want of sleep grand rounds requiring a ride of 30 miles, the way the pickets were scattered. Finally Hayes (then Lieutenant-Colonel) spoke to me about it. He laughed when I said 1 had been on duty three times that week, and said: "Don't you know Donn don't keep a roster? He never knows whose turn it is. When the time comes to make the detail he goes to the flap of his tent and just details the first man he sees. Now, your tent is right opposite Donn's, and every time youtro not already on duty, you are the first man he see3 when he looks over here, and he slaps you on. Try it and sec. Stay in your tent until the de tail is made," We laughed a little, but I concluded to stay in my tent as advised, until I saw some other victim at guard mounting and it is as true as the Republican platform, I wasn't on duty as Field Officer of the Day again for six weeks! 3) .rttC "IfclWiP Luii. N J .fe V ah , . z. -v yiiuy Uip DANIEL'S STORY OF Tom Anderson and ;tne Great Con-spiracy.- ANOTHER GREAT BATTLE. Two Days of Awful Fighting at Pittskill Landing. HARD-WON YICTORT. Uncle Daniel's Sons Bear Themselves Gallantly. BY AN OFFICER OF THE UNION AIIMY. C01'yi:i0llT,'1835. ClIAPTKlt V. BATTLE OF PITTSKILL LANDING. "During the suspense great preparations were being made for various campaigns by the several armies of the Union, which caused much excitement throughout the country. The many prisoners captured at the fall of Dolinsburg had been sent to dif ferent camps in the North. The secession sympathizers were vieing with each other as to who should visit them the oftenest and show them the greatest consideration. The whisperings of releasing them and organiz ing for 'a fire in the xear,' as the saying went, wereloudand plentiful. Itraveled to In dianapolis and Chicago to see if I could learn anything of a definite character on these points, and at both places heard mutterings and threats that were calculated to produce alarm and also to make any loyal man feel like beginning a war at home. Everything that was being done by the authorities was denounced as arbitrary and despotic, their acts as unconstitutional. In fact, no satis factory act had been performed by the Ad ministration that was .calculated to assist in putting down the rebellion (according to their way of thinking). When I returned home I found a letter from Peter, who had then been promoted to a Majority in his regi ment. The Lieutenant-Colonel (Rice), as I before stated, had been made Colonel, Maj. Pierce Lieutenant-Colonel, and Capt. Lyon (Peter) Major. They had not as yet learned of the discovery of Col. Anderson. I wrote to Pe ter,giving him in full tho details in reference to the Colonel, but told him not to reveal the facts to a soul until it should be reported officially. In his letter, however, he informed me of the massing of fjie rebel troops at Corin Junction, and th like process going on 'at the High Banksj.a the Little Com bination River, now called Pittskill Land ing, and that he looked for hot work as soon as the Army of the Center, under Buda, could make a junction with Gen. Silent. When I read Peter's letter all the family were anxious about his fate, should there be another battle fougbfc. Old Ham was present and seemed to be much interested in what I was saying. He had been entertaining the three children with his simple stories about the ' Sesh,' as he and Aunt Martha called the rebels. He spoke up, saying: " Massa Daniel, I'teli? you da's no danger, sah. I had a dream 'bout dat. Massa Peter am all right, sah ; I tells you he is. I neber dreams 'bout anything but what comes out good.' , " My wife asked Ham if he could inter pret dreams. " ' No, misses ; I not know 'bout dreams 'cept my own. I knows dat Massa Peter all right.' " There was no way getting the cunning old darky to tell his dream. My wife said to him : ; " ' I am troubled about a dream that I had at the commencement of the war. It troubles mo still.' " She then related her'dream, and he broke out into a laugh, saying : "'Yes, but you see, massa got all he hands, all he fingers ; dey all dar, none done gone. Dat dream all good, kase, ye see, he fingers all right. O, dat's nuffin. De bug ho be 'Sesh;' 'skaro you, dat's all; bite de chillen little spec, dat's all.' " We all laughed at the curious speech of old Ham, and yet he sat down and com menced counting his fingers, and said: "'How many chillen yo' got, misses?' "'Seven.' " Ham became silent, and nothing more could be got from him on the subject of the dream. He never spoke of the matter again to any of us, except to Peter. I found after all was over that he and Peter had the same interpretation strange, yet so true." " Uncle Daniel, what was the interpreta tion, may I inquire, the second time ? " said Dr. Adams. " It was very strangG ; but tho interpreta tion is disclosed by the casualties of war, and as we proceed you will recognize it. But to my story: The rebel and Union forces were now confronting each other, and each was constantly on the lookout for tho movements of the other. About midway between the camps of the two armies they were almost constantly having skirmishes, sometimes with cavalry and sometimes with infantry. The successes were about equal. Peter related tho story of an old colored man, I presume something after the style of old Ham, meeting him while he was making a reconnaissance with .his regiment. The old daiky was tall and very black, and was walking in great haste, when Peter called to him : " ' Uncle, where are you going ?' " ' Ise gwine to de ribber, sah. Ise ti'd ob do wa'. Iao been cookin', sah, for de 'Sesh.' Ho say he gwine to whip dem Yankees on de ribber, dat dey angwine to come right on and drive dem in de ribber and drown dem like cats; dat's what he say, sho'. I heah him wid dese ole ears, I did.' " ' When did he sayhe was coming ?'. " ' Well, massa, he" say he corain' right off, sah j he say he kill 'eni an' drown 'em all afore de res' ob de Yankees come for help dem ; dat's what he say.' "'Who was it said this?' "'Why, sah, it wah de big Gcnl de one what boss all de res'; he name wah Massa Sydenton Jackson. He say he kill all ob you stone dead he not leab one ob 'em.' " ' If he is going to kiU all of us, you don't want to go to our camp and get killed, do you?' " ' No, sah ; I doesn't spec' to git killed ; I 'bout 'eluded dat I wait till de shootin' git goin' pretty libely, den I jes' skip de ribber and neber stop 'til I be done gone whar dey done got no wa'.' " ' How many soldiers have they in Gen. Jackson's army ?' " ' Well, I dunno, but I 'spec' dar am some whar near a million ob dem, sah. Dey's got de woods full ob boss sogers, an' all de fiel's full ob 'em what walks. Den dey got big guns wid hosses. Oh, Laudy, massa, I dun no, but dey's heaps ob dem.' . " ' What were they doing when you came away ?' '"Dey was campin' 'bout ten miles, I 'spo3e. I walk mighty fas', and I is mon strous tired. When dey start dis mornin' I get outside and go in de woods and keep whar I see dem all de way. When dey stop i m THE REGIMENT IN I keep on. Dey be here in de mornin', sho'. I knows dey will, massa.' " This being about all Peter could ascer tain, he thought perhaps it would be as safe back towards the main army, so he returned, bringing old ' Dick ' with him, that being his name. When Peter - returned and re ported witli Dick at headquarters the Gen eral cross-questioned theold man in a man ner that would have done credit to a prose cuting attorney, and said to Peter : " 'Major, I guess the enemy intend to try our strength very soon.' " He then said to Dick : " ' You can go around behind my quarters. You will find some colored people there, with whom you will remain until after we have this fight. You can then go where you please.' "'Bress de Laud, Massa Gen'I, you gwine to make mc stay heah and get shotted ?' " ' Well, I don't know whether you will get shot or not, but you will stay as I direct.' "'Afore God, Massa gen'l, yon see dese heah 'backer sticks,' (meaning his legs,) ' dey go,' dey go if dey shoot ; I can't hole 'em. I tried dem one time, an' I tell you dey won't stay. You can't hole 'em, no, sah ; dey git ebery time when you 'spec dem be stayin' dey's gwine.' "The General laughed at his peculiar expressions and sent him away. The posi tion of the Union forces was an exceedingly good one for defensive operations. The country all around was covered with heavy timber and very thick underbrush, save a small opening or field on the right center and to the rear of our right flank. The ground was very uneven, full of streams, gulches, hills and hollows. The line of the Union troops stretched from Hawk Run to Bull Gulch and Buck Lick Junction, the right resting on Hawk Run and the left at or near the junction, the center in heavy timber quite a distance farther to the south than either flank. The right of the line was commanded by Gen. Sherwood, the left by Gen. Prince ; two divisions were in reserve, commanded by Gen. W!erberry. The Army of the Center, under Gen. Buda, wa3 within communicating distance, but advancing very slowly, causing some fear that they would not get to the field prior to an attack being made by the enemy, who was in great force ready to be hurled against our comparatively small army at any moment. The suspense must have been terrible for the time, but at last it was over, for on the morning of the third day after Dick made his revelation about the enemy's movements, our forces having become a little careless on their front the enemy Avere upon them without much warning. Just as Gen. Sherwood was about to take his breakfast skirmishing commenced not more than a mile from his camp, and nearer and nearer it seemed to approach our lines. The 'long roll' was sounded and ' to arms ' was the cry all along the lines. The roads passing through the camp were leading in almost every direction, affording the enemy ample opportunity for unfolding their line all along our front by a very rapid movement, of which they took advantage, and in rapid succession threw their divisions in line of battle and moved with quick motion to the assault, which was made simultaneously along our front. From Peter's description it must have come like a thuuderbolt They struck Sherwood's com mand on the center and right flank and drove him from his first position back onto the reserves and a part of his command entirely from the field. So thoroughly were they demoralized that they could not find time to return to their places during that day. Sherwood tried to rally them, but could not; so he joined his remnant onto the first com- mand he found, and continued resistance to the impetuous assaults of the rebels. - " The battle was now raging all along the line ; our troops were in good condition, and the ones that had won the victory at Dolins burg were in nowise discouraged. They came into action like veterans and stood the first shock of the battle without the least movement to the rear or panic. Our lines were again adjusted on the right, and one continuous rattle of musketry from one end of the line to the other could be heard. There was no chance for the operating of cav alry on either side. Artillery was run up to the front by both armies. How the different arms rattled and thundered. Batteries to front, right and left rolled amid confusion and death. Closer still the armie3 came until their eyes were seen and aim taken as if in target practice. To the rear and front, as the armies gained or lost a little of their ground, lay the dead and the wounded. The shrieks and groans of the wounded and dying were unheeded; the crushing of bones might almost be heard as the artillery rushed from one part of the lines to another. In this way the contest continued for the greater part of the forenoon. At last our center was penetrated and our right was forced back again with the center for the distance of perhaps LINE OF BATTUB. a half mile. Our left, having a better posi tion, under Gen. Prince, held their ground, and, turning their fire partially onto the ad vancing column that was forcing our right, checked them somewhat in their rapid ad vance. At this critical moment our reserves came up in good style and entered the con flict. The enemy were now steadily driven back to their original position. Over, the field the Union and rebel soldiers Iay1ii3ebys side, dead and wounded alike. They were seen helping one another, their anger and fury soon subsiding when they found them selves helpless by the side of each other, and, perhaps, often asking 'Why are we thus butchering one another ? ' This bloody battle raged with a deadly fury unparalelled on the continent up to that time. Louder and louder roared the artillery and more steadily and sharply rat tled the musketry. The smoke was rising in great clouds from the field of carnage. Gen. Silent was very impatient on account of the non-arrival of Gen. Buda, as well as Gen. Wilkins, whose division were some six miles away to the rear, and was expected to come rapidly forward and strike west of Hawk Run, on the left flank of the enemy ; but no Buda and no Wilkins came. The battle was now raging with great slaughter on both sides. The entire Union force was now engaged, and the rebel commander was bringing his reserves forward and re-enforcing his lines. He could be seen reorganizing his forces and putting his reserves in line. Gen. Jackson and his staff were seen riding along giving directions. He had on his staff one Gen. Harrington, who seemed to be very active in moving about. Soon another as sanl t was niade on our lines. The fresh troops seemed to inspire them with new zeal, and on they came steadily and firmly, with a constant and heavy fire pouring into our lines. The assault was resisted for some time. It seems that during this assault their Commander-in-Chief, Gen. Sydenton Jackson, was shot through the breast, fall ing from his horse dead.. At the fall of Jackson, Gen. Harrington seemed to become crazed and rushed madly on, directing that every Yankee be killed. 'Bayonet them!' 'Kill them like cats!' 'Let none escape!' he cried. So on they came like a line of mad animal3, sending forth such unearthly yells as to induce the belief that all the fiends of the infernal regions had been turned loose at once and led on by old Bel zebub himself. On, on they came. Our line Reeled and staggered under the assault. A fresh column came up under Gen. Bolen broke, and advanced rapidly against our right flank, and bore down so heavily that our line on tho right and center again gave way. In falling back, Gen. Waterberry, a gallant officer who had brought up our re serves on our first repulse, was killed while trying to rally his men. Hi3 death seemed to create a panic, and Gen. Sherwood was unable to hold the men to their line. He would form and reform them, leading them himself; but when he would look for the command he was trying to bring to the front he would find them going to the rear, mak ing very good time. Peter's command was in this part of the line. He could hear this man Harrington, as the rebels came rushing on, crying out: 'No quarter!' :Kill every Yankee!' 'Let none escape!' 'Rid the country of the last one!' 'Take no prison ers!' The panic continued on our right, and at least one-half of this part of Sher wood's command broke, and, utterly disor ganized, hid behind trees, in hollow3 and ravines, to cover themselves from the enemy. In great numbers they sought roads leading to the rear and followed them without know ing to what point they might lead. In this demoralized condition of one portion of our army, despair seemed to set in. Gen. Silent sat on his horse looking sadly at thi3 condi tion of things. He spoke not a word. The great tears rolled down his cheeks as ho turned away. Riding up to Sherwood, who was greatly excited, he said: "'General, can yon not send word to Prince to fall back slowly ? I see the enemy will soon be on his flank.' "As the General rode away he said: 'I cannot understand the delay of Buda and Wilkins.' "He sent Orderlies immediately to hurry them up; sending imperative orders to them, 'to move to the field of battle as rapidly as possible.' In the meantime Gen. Hudson had gone to the support of Prince; our forces on the right having steadily fallen back. It was too late, however, to save him.. The enemy had surrounded him before Hud son could form on his right, and he was com pelled to surrender with a portion of his command, the rest having fallen back and thereby saved themselves. Hudson joined on the remainder of Prince's command and made resistance to the further advance of the enemy. Our line, being again intact, fell back behind a ravine that crossed tho battlefield from northwest to southeast from Moccasin Run to the river. The enemy by this time were in possession of the camps of the Union forces, and partially giving themselves up to plunder, the battle gradually slackened until darkness closed in on the con tending armies. The enemy occupied oar camp3 during the night, intending the next morning to capture what was left of our army. Daring the first part of the night they kept up a fear ful noise, evincing their joy over what they thought a great victory. Gen. Silent, however, was engaged in arranging his forces for an at tack at daylight, being satisfied that he could surprise the enemy and defeat him, as he would not expect our forces to fight and, therefore, took the noise of preparation for the arranging for a retreat. The column under Gen. Wilkins came up early that night and wa3 posted on tho right of our army, with its right on Hawk Run. Gen. Buda also arrived during the night and was given position on the left, his left; resting on the river. The center, held by Sher wood, was re-enforced by Hudson and the por tion of Prince's command not captured. The artillery was put in battery in the center and on the right center, and orders given for the men to replenish their boxes with ammunition, to sleep on their arms, and at 4 o'clock in the morning to make a simultaneous attack all along the line with infantry and artillery, moving the artillery rapidly to the front. This being understood, all were quiet. The enemy were so confident of having our army at their mercy that they lighted fires and made night hideous with their howls. During the night the leaves and grass were set on fire by some unknown means and burned over the battle field, causing great consternation, as many of tho wounded were yet lying where they fell. Their shrieks and appeals for help would have made the tears come to the eyes of the most heartless. An allwise Providence, however, heard their prayers and appeals for help, and the windows of heaven were thrown open and the flood poured forth and subdued the flames saving-many a poor fellow from a dreadful tor ture and death. The storm continued nearly all night, swelling the little streams that ran through the battlefield, causing the roads to become almost impassable. The stragglers were collected and returned to their com mands. At 4 o'clock the crack of musketry was heard, and soon after the artillery from our lines opened and we were upon the rebels. They were taken by surprise and thrown into con fusion. The hurrying of officers from one part of the field to another was distinctly heard by our men and greatly encouraged our forces. On they moved, driving the enemy pell-mell from our former camp. It was impossible, under our galling fire, for the enemy to form in any compact line. They fell back as our troops advanced. We struck them in front, on the flank, aud, as they sometimes turned in their retreat, in therear. Theslanghterfora time was terrible and sickening. They were at last driven, into the woods where they had formed tho day before. Here a lull came in tho contest, and they took advantage of it to form their line again, believing that our advantage could only be temporary, having no knowledge of the number of our re-enforcements. When they were in condition to do so thoy advanced and took the aggressive. On they came. Our lino stood as immovable as a rock, received tha shock of their first assault, and then poured tha missiles of death into their ranks as if they were being rained down from the heavens. For a time the lines both advanced slowly and dealt death into each other The commands from each army could bo distinctly heard by tho other. Harrington on tho rebel side was heard to say : '"Charge tho Lincoln hell-hounds! Giva the cowardly dogs the bayonet !' " This gave our troops that heard it a con tempt for the man and a determination to re ceive the charge in a soldierly manner. They stood silent until the enemy was within closa musket range, and at tho order the batteries having come up everything opened and poured, volley after volley into the advancing columns, which swayed and halted; no power could press them forward. Our forces seeing tbis. advanced steadily, firing as they moved. At last tho rebel line gave way and fled to the woods on their left, taking shelter among tho trees. The ground between the lines was now literally covered with the killed and wounded. On our extreme left the battle was still raging and seemed to be going to our rear. Gen. Silent rode away to this part of tho field. Finding that our forces had fallen back nearly to tho junction of Bull Gulch and Buck Lick Run, he ordered Hudson to move rapidly aud strike tho enemy in flank where tho lino had been broken by the falling back of their left and center. This order was executed with great alacrity and was a great success. Hudson struck the detached port ion of the enemy's army in flank and rear and doubled them up, (over the very ground from which our forces had fallen back the day before,) capturing many prisoners and several pieces of artillery. Here he met a young officer whom he had noticed moving rapidly to the front and assaulting the enemy with his command at any and every point where he could hit him. "Hudson rode up to him and inquired hia name. '"My name, sir, is Stephen Lyon. I belong to an Ohio regimeut. I joined the Army of the Center only a short time since, and this is my first battle. I have lost many men ; my Colonel and Lieutenant-Colonel both were killed, and I am the Major and now in com mand of the regiment.' "This was my fifth son in line of birth, and sixth in tho service. I am digressing, how ever. Their conversation was here cut short, as Gen. Buda had ordered an advanee along his line, which was the left wing of the army. The advance was duly inude. The rebels, however, in the meantime had been ro-enforccd on this part of their line. The contest, therefore, be came a very stubborn one on both sides. The advance of Buda was soon checked, and tha fighting became desperate. Both armies to the right seemed to have partially ceased their ad vanco, seemingly, to understand how the event) was being decided on this part of tho line. The enemy was driven slowly to the rear for some distance. A halt then came and a rally on the part of the rebels. They organized into col umn of regiments and made a desperate at tempt to break the center of our left. Buda massed his artillery against them, keeping it well supported, and mowed them down with, shell and canister until thoy lay in piles oa.