When we went over the works, I remember seeing the body of a little Major of one of the regiments lying right on the top.

If he hadn't been killed he'd been inside in a half-a-dozen steps more.

There's no mistake about it; those regulars will fight." "When we saw this," resumed the narrator, "it set our fellows fairly wild; they became just crying mad; I never saw them so before.

The order came to strip for the charge, and our knapsacks were piled in half a minute.

A Lieutenant of our company, who was then on the staff of Gen.
Baird, our division commander, rode slowly down the line and gave us our instructions to load our guns, fix bayonets, and hold fire until we were on top of the Rebel works.