. Uncle Daniel's story of "Tom" Anderson and twenty great battles . rt, and ourlost ground regained. Our right at this time pressed for-ward, and at once were hotly engaged. Our artillery nowopened from the different positions occupied by our bat-teries. The enemys batteries promptly replied. Our cavairy were ordered to try and penetrate to the rear of theenemy. Here was a contest between cavalry. Carbinescracked and rattled almost like the heavy musketry of in-fantry. Many a horse was seen going at full speed over 124 UNCLE DANIELS STORY. the field riderless. Many a cavalryman fell. At last a
. Uncle Daniel's story of "Tom" Anderson and twenty great battles . rt, and ourlost ground regained. Our right at this time pressed for-ward, and at once were hotly engaged. Our artillery nowopened from the different positions occupied by our bat-teries. The enemys batteries promptly replied. Our cavairy were ordered to try and penetrate to the rear of theenemy. Here was a contest between cavalry. Carbinescracked and rattled almost like the heavy musketry of in-fantry. Many a horse was seen going at full speed over 124 UNCLE DANIELS STORY. the field riderless. Many a cavalryman fell. At last acharge with sabers drawn was ordered. The sight, as de-scribed to me, was one of grandeur to behold. On to thecharge they went, each saber flashing in the went saber against saber. Sparks flew as if fromheated steel. Forward ? was heard on both sides. Flashesof sparks and ringing sounds from the steel as saber cameagainst saber. Arms were gashed, hands and faces werecut, heads were cleft, and sabers pierced the bodies of thetroopers on either HENRY LYON IS CAPTUBED. Back went the rebel cavalry and on against them ourmen were thrown, until infantry came to the enemys sup-port, accompanied by a battery of artillery. A deadly firefrom both was poured into the ranks of our lines staggered, then recovered again, but could notwithstand both the infantry and artillery. They werecompelled to fall back. Many were unhorsed and quite anumber captured. Among them was my son Henry,of the Michigan Cavalry. H is horse was killed, and his UNCLE DANIELS STORY. 125 own back injured in the fall, so that he could not makegood his escape. (He was sent to the rear. I heard noth-ing froni him for months—only knew that he was takenprisoner.) But the command again rallied and held theirline on the flank of our infantry. The artillery on theleft of our line were having a regular duel with severalbatteries of the enemy. Our center was being sorelypressed again. Column
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