He couldn't shake it off.

He told the Lieutenant, and some of the boys about it, and they tried to ridicule him out of it, but it was no good.

When the sharp firing broke out in front some of the boys said, 'Fisher, I do believe you are right,' and he nodded his head mournfully.

When we were piling knapsacks for the charge, the Lieutenant, who was a great friend of Fisher's, said: "Fisher, you stay here and guard the knapsacks.' "Fisher's face blazed in an instant.
"No, sir,' said he; I never shirked a fight yet, and I won't begin now.' "So he went into the fight, and was killed, as he knew he would be.

Now, that's what I call nerve." "The same thing was true of Sergeant Arthur Tarbox, of Company A," said the narrator; "he had a presentiment, too; he knew he was going to be killed, if he went in, and he was offered an honorable chance to stay out, but he would not take it, and went in and was killed." "Well, we staid there the next day, buried our dead, took care of our wounded, and gathered up the plunder we had taken from the Johnnies.
The rest of the army went off, 'hot blocks,' after Hardee and the rest of Hood's army, which it was hoped would be caught outside of entrenchments.
But Hood had too much the start, and got into the works at Lovejoy, ahead of our fellows.