Here, Captain Edwin A. Brown of Company E was instantly killed.

There is in my mind, as I write, the spectacle of a young officer, with uplifted sword,

shouting and allowed imperative voice the order I had given him.

A bullet passes into his open mouth, and the voice is forever silent.

I urged the left wing forward with all possible speed.

We climbed the fence, moved across the open space, and pushed on into the cornfield.

The three right companies of the regiment were crowded into an open field on the right

hand side of the turnpike.

Thus we pushed up the hill to the middle of the cornfield.

At this juncture, the companies of the right wing received a deadly fire from the woods

on their right.

To save them, Colonel Bragg, with a quickness and coolness equal to the emergency, caused

them to change front and form behind the turnpike fence from whence they returned the fire

the enemy.

Meanwhile, I halted the left wing and ordered them to lie down on the ground.

The bullets began to clip through the corn, thick, almost as hail.

Shells burst around us, the fragments tearing up the ground, and canister whistled through

the corn above us.

Lieutenant Bode of Company F was instantly killed, and Lieutenant John Tickner was badly

wounded.

Sergeant Major Howard J. Huntington now came running to me through the corn.

He said, Major, Colonel Bragg wants to see you quick at the turnpike.

...