While quietly awaiting developments, we heard the sound of a horse's hooves, and as a

courier galloped up to General Jackson to announce Long Street's approach, the cloud

of red dust raised by his vanguard in the direction of thoroughfare gap assured us

that he would soon be at hand.

Before he reached the field, however, and while we were enjoying the sense of relief at

his coming, one of the enemy's batteries had quietly and unobserved, managed to get

into one of the positions occupied by our battery during the morning.

Their first volley, coming from such an unexpected quarter, created a great commotion.

Instantly, we galloped to their front and unlimbred our guns at close range.

Each man worked as if success depended on his individual exertions, while Captain Pogue

and Lieutenant Graham galloped back and forth among the guns, urging us to our best efforts.

Our antagonists got our range at once, and with their twelve-pound Napoleon's poured

in a raking fire.

One shell I noticed particularly as it burst and waited a moment to observe its effects

as the fragments tore by.

One of them struck Captain Pogue's horse near the middle of the hip, from which spurred

a stream of blood.

To dismount before his horse fell required quick work, but the captain was equal to the

occasion.

Another shell robbed Henry Bodler of the seat of his trousers, but caused the shedding

of no blood, although the loss was a serious one.

Eugene Alexander of Morfield had his thigh bone broken.

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