. Knapsack and rifle; or, Life in the Grand Army; war as seen from the ranks. Pen pictures and sketches of camp, bivouac, marches, battle-fields and battles, commanders, great military movements, personal reminiscences and narratives of army life ... Also, a complete chronology of the war, and a digest of the pension laws of the United States .. . )s were surprised byEarlys army about day dawn, the suiprise being aidedby a dense fog, andwere driven back inconfusion for a dis-tance of four story of Sheri-dans mad ride fromWinchester, his hastyrallying of the dis-mayed and retreatingtr
. Knapsack and rifle; or, Life in the Grand Army; war as seen from the ranks. Pen pictures and sketches of camp, bivouac, marches, battle-fields and battles, commanders, great military movements, personal reminiscences and narratives of army life ... Also, a complete chronology of the war, and a digest of the pension laws of the United States .. . )s were surprised byEarlys army about day dawn, the suiprise being aidedby a dense fog, andwere driven back inconfusion for a dis-tance of four story of Sheri-dans mad ride fromWinchester, his hastyrallying of the dis-mayed and retreatingtroops, and his turn-ing of the triumph ofthe enemy into a dis-astrous defeat, hasbeen similarly told inprose and poetry. Sheridans ride is a picturesque event that the Americanpeople cannot soon forget. As for my peisonal share in this exciting battle 1can but say that the Sixth Corps was roused in the earlymorning by the sound of musketry and cannon to theleft. We fell promptly into line, hurried to the field ofconflict, and fought as only brave men could fight. But being overlapped by the Confederate line on theright, we slowly retired, keeping our line of battle-unbroken, for a distance of about two miles. Our orderswere to fall back to a piece of woods in our rear. We were going back, step by step, closely followed. GEN. PHIL. SHERIDAN. 346 KNAPSACK AND RIFLE. by the enemy, when I was suddenly hurled flat on myface, with a sensation as if I had been struck a violentblow with a club on the legs from behind. * My first feeling was one of surprise. It took mesome little time to realize what had actually then knew that I had been wounded, and in the leg, asI found that I could not move my limb. Fearing that I might bleed to death I removed theleather strap from my canteen, and knotted it around my\e^ above the wound. Then with my bayonet I twistedit as haid as I could. Judicious as the movement was it produced such anintense pain that I fouiKl it impossible to bear it
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