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ss them。 At the order we halted and laid down and fired volley after volley at the grey coats in the edge of the thicket A bullet struck in the grass ahead of me； throwing a bit of dirt into my eyes。 Another brushed my hat off and I heard a wailing death yell behind me。 The colonel rode up waving a sword。
'Get up an' charge！'he shouted。
On we went； cheering loudly； firing as we ran； Bullets went by me hissing in my ears； and I kept trying to dodge them。 We dropped again flat on our faces。
A squadron of black…horse cavalry came rushing out of the woods at us； the riders yelling as they waved their swords。 Fortunately we had not time to rise。 A man near me tried to get up。
'Stay down！'I shouted。
In a moment I learned something new about horses。 They went over us like a flash。 I do not think a man was trampled。 Our own cavalry kept them busy as soon as they had passed。
Of the many who had started there was only a ragged remnant near me。 We fired a dozen volleys lying there。 The man at my elbow rolled upon me； writhing like a worm in the fire。
'We shall all be killed！'a man shouted。 'Where is the colonel？
'Dead；'said another。
'Better retreat；'said a third。
'Charge！'I shouted as loudly as ever I could； jumping to my feet and waving my sabre as I rushed forward。 'Charge！
It was the one thing needed … they followed me。 In a moment we had hurled ourselves upon the grey line thrusting with sword and bayonet。
They broke before us … some running； some fighting desperately。
A man threw a long knife at inc out of a sling。 Instinctively I caught the weapon as if it had been a ball hot off the bat。 In doing so I dropped my sabre and was cut across the fingers。 He came at me fiercely； clubbing his gun … a raw…boned； swarthy giant； broad as a barn door。 I caught the barrel as it came down。 He tried to wrench it away； but I held firmly。 Then he began to push up to me。 I let him come； and in a moment we were grappling hip and thigh。 He was a powerful man； but that was my kind of warfare。 It gave me comfort when I felt the grip of his hands。 I let him tug a jiffy； and then caught him with the old hiplock； and he went under me so hard I could hear the crack of his bones。 Our support came then。 We made him prisoner； with some two hundred other men。 Reserves came also and took away the captured guns。 My comrades gathered about me； cheering； but I had no suspicion of what they meant。 I thought it a tribute to my wrestling。 Men lay thick there back of the guns … some dead； some caffing faintly for help。 The red puddles about them were covered with ffies； ants were crawling over their faces。 I felt a kind of sickness and turned away。
What was left of my regiment formed in fours to join the advancing column。 Horses were galloping riderless； rein and stirrup flying； some horribly wounded。 One hobbled near me； a front leg gone at the knee。
Shells were flying overhead； cannonballs were ricocheting over the level valley； throwing turf in the air； tossing the dead and wounded that lay thick and helpless。
Some were crumpled like a rag； as if the pain of death had withered them in their clothes； some swollen to the girth of horses； some bent backward； with anns outreaching like one trying an odd trick； some lay as if listening eagerly； an ear close to the ground； some like a sleeper； their heads upon their arms； one shrieked loudly； gesturing with bloody hands； 'Lord God Almighty； have mercy on me！
I had come suddenly to a new world； where the lives of men were cheaper than blind puppies。 I was a new sort of creature； and reckless of what came； careless of all I saw and heard。
A staff officer stepped up to me as we joined the main body。
'You ve been shot； young man；'he said； pointing to my left hand。
Before he could turn I felt a rush of air and saw him fly into pieces； some of which hit me as I fell backward。 I did not know what had happened； I know not now more than that I have written。 I remember feeling something under me； like a stick of wood； bearing hard upon my ribs。 I tried to roll off it； but somehow； it was tied to me and kept hurting。 I put my hand over my hip and felt it there behind me … my own arm！ The hand was like that of a dead man … cold and senseless。 I pulled it from under me and it lay helpless； it could not lift itself。 I knew now that I； too； had become one of the bloody horrors of the battle。
I struggled to my feet； weak and trembling； and sick with nausea。 I must have been lying there a long time。 The firing was now at a distance： the sun had gone half down the sky。 They were picking up the wounded in the near field。 A man stood looking at me。 'Good God！'he shouted； and then ran away like one afraid。 There was a great mass of our men back of me some twenty rods。 I staggered toward them； my knees quivering。
'I can never get there；'I heard myself whisper。
I thought of my little flask of whiskey； and； pulling the cork with my teeth； drank the half of it。 That steadied me and I made better headway。 I could hear the soldiers talking as I neared them。
'Look a there！'I heard many saying。 'See 'em come！ My God！ Look at 'em on the hill there！
The words went quicidy from mouth to mouth。 In a moment I could hear the murmur of thousands。 I turned to see what they were looking at。 Across the valley there was a long ridge； and back of it the main position of the Southern army。 A grey host was pouring over it … thousand upon thousand … in close order； debouching into the valley。
A big force of our men lay between us and them。 As I looked I could see a mighty stir in it。 Every man of them seemed to be jumping up in the air。 From afar came the sound of bugles calling 'retreat ； the shouting of men； the rumbling of wagons。 It grew louder。 An officer rode by me hatless； and halted； shading his eyes。 Then he rode back hurriedly。
'Hell has broke loose！'he shouted； as he passed me。
The blue…coated host was rushing towards us like a flood' artillery； cavalry； infantry； wagon train。 There was a mighty uproar in the men behind me … a quick stir of feet。 Terror spread over them like the travelling of fire。 It shook their tongues。 The crowd began caving at the edge and jamming at the centre。 Then it spread like a swarm of bees shaken off a bush。
'Run！ Run for your lives！'was a cry that rose to heaven。
'Halt； you cowards！'an officer shouted。
It was now past three o clock。
The raw army had been on its feet since midnight。 For hours it had been fighting hunger； a pain in the legs； a quivering sickness at the stomach； a stubborn foe。 It had turned the flank of Beauregard； victory was in sight。 But lo！ a new enemy was coming to the fray； innumerable； unwearied； eager for battle。 The long slope bristled with his bayonets。 Our army looked and cursed and began letting go。 The men near me were pausing on the brink of awful rout In a moment they were off； pell…mell； like a flock of sheep。 The earth shook under them。 Officers rode around them； cursing； gesticulating； threatening； but nothing could stop them。 Half a dozen trees had stood in the centre of the roaring mass。 Now a few men clung to them … a remnant of the monster that had torn away。 But the greater host was now coming。 The thunder of its many feet was near me； a cloud of dust hung over it。 A squadron of cavalry came rushing by and broke into the fleeing mass。 Heavy horses； cut free from artillery； came galloping after them； straps flying over foamy flanks。 Two riders clung to the back of each； lashing with whip and rein。 The nick of wagons came after them； wheels rattling； horses running； voices shrilling in a wild hoot of terror。 It makes me tremble even now； as I think of it； though it is muffled under the cover of nearly forty years！ I saw they would go over me。 Reeling as if drunk； I ran to save myself。 Zigzagging over the field I came upon a grey…bearded soldier lying in the grass and fell headlong。 I struggled madly； but could not rise to my feet。 I lay； my face upon the ground； weeping like a woman。 Save I be lost in hell； I shall never know again the bitter pang of that moment。 I thought of my country。 I saw its splendid capital in ruins； its people surrendered to God's enemies。
The rout of wagons had gone by