. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . rthe impression that they werefriends. The mistake was a verynatural one. for they occujiied aposition where we would be mostlikely to find such troops as mayhave been sent to our support or to Listening to the Yell of Victory at Bull Run. cOVCr OUr retreat. The blue uni-forms of these men did not attract special attention, as many of our Confed-erate regiments wore the same uniform, and, as there was scarcely a breathof air stirring and
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . rthe impression that they werefriends. The mistake was a verynatural one. for they occujiied aposition where we would be mostlikely to find such troops as mayhave been sent to our support or to Listening to the Yell of Victory at Bull Run. cOVCr OUr retreat. The blue uni-forms of these men did not attract special attention, as many of our Confed-erate regiments wore the same uniform, and, as there was scarcely a breathof air stirring and the colors droojied closely around tlieir staffs, it was easyto mistake the stars and stripes for the stars and bars. They must also have taken us to be friends, for they did not fire on us aswe passed them at a distance of little more than a hundred yards. Theydiscovered their mistake, however, before we did. No sooner had we crossedthe branch than they poured in a destructive fire, which we returned at once,continuing the fight as we retired slowly up tlic liilj on which -lacksonsbrigade and other Confederate troops were forming, in the meantime two. AMERICAN HEROISM. 6a pieces of light artillery took position ou the hill and opened with such effectupon our friends in the valley, that they were thrown into confusion andhastily took shelter in the woods a short distance in their rear. I think I was never so thankful in my life for help in an emergency as Iwas on that occasion. The arrival of those guns at a most critical moment,seemed like a special providence, and in watching the effects of their fire, Ilost all sense of personal danger from the heavy fire to which I was I was nearing the crest of the hill, however, I received a forcible reminder,in the shape of a musket ball which shattered my left elbow. The arm felluseless by my side and the blood poured in astream from my coat sleeve. Colonel Jones hadbeen mortally, and Major Scott painfully was the o
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