It was a beautiful place, a magnificent encampment behind which, and protected by dense undergrowth,

they managed to sustain the charge of three or four regiments.

And here we suffered terribly, for although when we first opened fire, several men had been

slightly wounded by the bursting of shells.

Here for the first time we were placed face to face with them, and for the first time

found out the danger of sharp shooters, who were not more than 200 yards off behind trees,

aiming deliberately at us.

The balls hissed around our heads and struck at our feet, striking men and horses.

I shall never forget my feelings when I saw the first man killed.

He was within 30 feet of me and held the position of number four, in other words the one who

fires the piece, on the piece next to my piece, and just as he was about to fire the gun,

a ball struck in front of the ear and he fell backwards, expiring without a groan.

I received two bullets through the legs of my pants.

Private Richard L. Pugh, Washington Artillery of New Orleans, Anderson's Brigade.

The wounded came in pretty fast and soon filled up the hospital, and then they were laid

down on the ground outside.

We were all hard at work and only just begun at that when the route began.

Everybody else was running off as fast as possible, but the surgeons resolved that they

would not leave their wounded, and I was not going to go either when my services were

most required.

Most of the hospital attendants ran away, but some remained, and we continued our work

of attending to the wounded, though the bullets began to come unpleasantly near.

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