brigade, headed and led by General Cleburne in person, and followed by the First and Twenty-seventh up the blazing crest, the Federal lines waver, and break and fly, leaving us in possession of their breastworks, and the battle-field, and I do not know how many pieces of artillery, prisoners, and small arms.
Here is where Major Allen, Lieutenant Joe Carney, Captain Joe Carthell, and many other good and brave spirit gave their life for the cause of their country. They lie to-day, weltering in their own life's blood. It was one of the bloody battles that characterized that stormy epoch, and it was the 22nd of July, and one of the hottest days I ever felt.
General George Maney led us in the heat of battle, and no General of the war acted with more gallantry and bravery during the whole war than did General George Maney on this occasion.
The victory was complete. Large quantities of provisions and army stores were captured. The Federals had abandoned their entire line of breastworks, and had changed their base. They were fortifying upon our left, about five miles off from their original position. The battle-field was covered with their dead and wounded soldiers. I have never seen so many battle-flags left indiscriminately upon any battle-field. I ran over twenty in the charge, and could have picked them up everywhere; did pick up one, and was promoted to Fourth Corporal for gallantry in picking up a flag on the battle-field.
On the final charge that was made, I was shot in the ankle and heel of my foot. I crawled into their abandoned ditch, which then seemed full and running over with our wounded soldiers. I dodged behind the embankment to get out of the raking fire that was ripping through the bushes, and tearing up the ground. Here I felt safe. The firing raged in front; we could hear the shout of the charge and the clash of battle. While I was sitting here, a cannon ball came tearing down the works, cutting a soldier's head off, spattering his brains all over my face and bosom, and mangling and
