. History of the 118th Pennsylvania Volunteers Corn exchange regiment, from their first engagement at Antietam to Appomattox. To which is added a record of its organization and a complete roster. Fully illustrated with maps, portraits, and over one hundred illustrations, with addenda . advancing foe. I had fired but about ahalf-dozen shots, when as many again could have been got offhad the guns been good for anything. I had taken a pin out and cleaned the nipple, and hadraised my rifle for a shot when I felt what seemed like a blowwith a heavy fist on my left shoulder from behind. I did notrea
. History of the 118th Pennsylvania Volunteers Corn exchange regiment, from their first engagement at Antietam to Appomattox. To which is added a record of its organization and a complete roster. Fully illustrated with maps, portraits, and over one hundred illustrations, with addenda . advancing foe. I had fired but about ahalf-dozen shots, when as many again could have been got offhad the guns been good for anything. I had taken a pin out and cleaned the nipple, and hadraised my rifle for a shot when I felt what seemed like a blowwith a heavy fist on my left shoulder from behind. I did notrealize at first that I was shot, feeling no particular pain, but myalmost useless arm soon told me what it was. I called to ourorderly-sergeant that I was shot. He made no reply, probablynot understanding me. ** I then took my first look back of me, and found myselfvery nearly alone. Two wounded men, McElroy and Tibben,of Company A, were right behind me on the ground. I passedthem both, and began to descend the hill with numerous was great disorder. About half-way down, among thebrush, an officer was trying to stem the tide of descent. I sliddown the slope, with my one free arm to aid me, and reachingthe road at the bottom of the bluft ran a short distance till I 83. - 84 - came to three archways in the hill. Into the first of these I gotfor protection. Two other wounded men were there and threeothers, one of whom was John Bray, one of my artillery at this time was shelling the heights to cover ourretreat. The shells fell short, and one of them exploded in thearchway next to me, tearing almost off the leg of CorporalJames Wilson, who was therein for shelter. Those of us who were in the arches did not know what todo. The shells seemed directed at us, they struck the bluffabove us, and sent the stones down in our front. Manysplashed in the water alongside of us. Expecting to be hitevery minute, some of my companions deemed it safer to sur-render to the r
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