Generally accompanied the troops in person, and as they emerged from the fierce combat

they had waged in the depths of that tangled wilderness, driving the superior forces of

their enemy before them across the open ground, he rode into their midst.

The scene is one that can never be erased from the minds of those who witnessed it.

The troops were pressing forward with all the ardor and enthusiasm of combat.

The white smoke of musketry fringed the front of the line of battle, while the artillery

on the hills and the rear of the infantry shook the earth with its thunder, and filled the

air with the wild shrieks of the shells that plunged into the masses of the retreating

foe.

To add greater horror and wonder to the scene, Chancellor House and the woods surrounding

it were wrapped in flames.

In the midst of this awful scene, General Lee mounted upon that horse which we all remember

so well, rode to the front of his advancing battalions.

His presence was the signal for one of those outbursts of enthusiasm, which no one can

appreciate who have not witnessed them.

The fierce soldiers with their faces blackened with the smoke of battle, the wounded crawling

with feeble limbs from the fury of the devouring flames, all seemed possessed with the common

impulse.

One long and broken cheer in which the feeble cry of those who lay helpless on the earth,

blended with the strong voices of those who still fought, rose high above the roar of battle

and hailed the presence of the victorious chief.

He sat in the full realization of all that soldiers dream of, triumph, and as I looked

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