Our General sang out: "Fix bayonets!' but we knew what was coming, and were already executing the order.

You can imagine the crash that ran down the line, as every fellow snatched his bayonet out and slapped it on the muzzle of his gun.
Then the General's voice rang out like a bugle: "Ready!--FORWARD! CHARGE!' "We cheered till everything seemed to split, and jumped over the works, almost every man at the same minute.

The Johnnies seemed to have been puzzled at the stoppage of our fire.

When we all came sailing over the works, with guns brought right, down where they meant business, they were so astonished for a minute that they stood stock still, not knowing whether to come for us, or run.

We did not allow them long to debate, but went right towards them on the double quick, with the bayonets looking awful savage and hungry.