. 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 . ordered to halt at the brow of the hill, and that 1 was entirel\- alone. TheConfederates seemed to think that I was not hit hard eiiougli, and kejit up a hot fire at mewhile I was on the ground and trying to get up, their bidlets jilowing up the ground andthrowing the dirt all over me. .lust then was performed the act of cool heroism of which 1wish to speak. Comrade W. G. Hills of (om])any E drove the spurs into his horse, ord
. 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 . ordered to halt at the brow of the hill, and that 1 was entirel\- alone. TheConfederates seemed to think that I was not hit hard eiiougli, and kejit up a hot fire at mewhile I was on the ground and trying to get up, their bidlets jilowing up the ground andthrowing the dirt all over me. .lust then was performed the act of cool heroism of which 1wish to speak. Comrade W. G. Hills of (om])any E drove the spurs into his horse, orders, dashed down the slope where 1 lay, coolly dismounted, helped me onto myhorse, and held me on while we galloped back over the ridge. When we were going backit seemed as if the whole (Confederate line concentrated their fire upon us ; I never before norsince heard bullets singing so lively, and to this day it seems a direct interposition of Provi-dence that both of us escaped. For genuine jiluck and comradeship, nothing passed undei-ray observation, during more than three years of active service, which compared with thisbrave deed of -Billie AMEHICAX HEROISM. 509 CHAPTER LVI. Thk Story ok a Prisoner— Uxiteh States Volunteers — Riding Into Captivity in a Fog— Libby Prison — Experiences There — Corn Ground With the Cob—The Journey to Charleston — Quartering the Prisoners Under Fire—The Exchange. By <;ENEKAIj c. a. hkckman. AFTER three years service at the front in My Maryland. West Vir-ginia, and the Oarolinas, and while in command of the Red StarBrigade, 2nd Division, ISth Army Corps, Army of the James, it wasmy lot to face the enemy in a series of battles on the right bank ofthe James River, Virginia, in the month of May, 1804. where, in a day of gloomand disaster for the Union cause, 1 was taken prisoner. With the gallant Colonel Lee and other officers, I passed a few days inLibby prison, and was successively intioduced to other impressive scenes
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