Leaving Carlisle on Tuesday, the last day of June, we marched swiftly southward.

Chariots were right along the rock walled lanes, bringing camp hatchets out, fruit-laden

limbs were severed, and we regaled ourselves as we swung onward.

The spirit and morale of the army were then superb.

Sounds of strenuous battle reached us early on the morning of Wednesday, July 1st, as

we pressed forward towards Gettysburg.

Our brigade, Iversens, led Yules Kor, and was the first to become engaged as we hurried

to aid AP Hill, then hard-pressed.

Approaching from the north to within about a mile of the field of battle, we were filed

off by the right flank to the Mummer's Burg Road.

As we emerged from the woods and moved down the slope to the latter road, 20 pieces

of artillery opened on us with grape from the left, inflicting some loss.

Along the path, or eastern side of the field and on a ridge, ran a stone fence which formed

part of the enemy's line.

When this fence lay hidden from view, more men than our assaulting column contained.

The brigade advanced under artillery fire through the open grass field and gallant style,

as evenly as if on parade.

But our brigade commander, Iversen, after ordering us forward, did not follow us in that advance,

and our alignment soon became false.

There seems to have been utter ignorance of the force crouching behind the stone wall.

For our brigade to have assailed such a stronghold, thus held, would have been a desperate undertaking.

To advance southeast, against the enemy, visible in the woods at that corner of the field,

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