The bolts soon opened.

General Mead, our brigade commander, wrote up and told our Colonel, E.B. Harvey, look

out for this battery on your left as that is about where they will aim for, and he wrote

away.

But in three or four minutes, Mead galloped up again and said, Colonel, there they come.

I want you to defend these guns.

Just about then the first discharge of cannon thundered forth by Captain Randall, whose guns

open before the infantry could discern the foe.

After a few discharges, the eleventh Alabama emerged from the bushes into the open, charging

directly across Randall's muzzles, almost within speaking distance of the guns.

Colonel Harvey ordered us to charge, and moving by the left oblique, we rushed down in front

of our cannon almost to the Alabamians, who about faced and took cover in the brush.

Those of us in front delivered a volley into their ranks.

We were then recalled.

My company, because of its position in the charge, was last to fall back to the original position.

Randall's gunners and their eagerness to cut down the Alabama boys, slew their guns

too much to the right before we were all out of line of their range, cutting Sergeant

SW-Lascom almost in two.

Randall shot naturally created some confusion in the company, but soon forming in line,

it followed back to the original position.

The Confederates reformed their lines and advanced on our guns the second time, in heavier

column.

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