The next morning we were ordered to march again, but we soon began to get hungry, and we had about half halted and about not halted at all.

Some of the boys were picking blackberries.

The main body of the regiment was marching leisurely along the road, when bang, debang, debang, bang, and a volley of buck and ball came hurling right through the two advance companies of the regiment--companies H and K.

We had marched into a Yankee ambuscade.
All at once everything was a scene of consternation and confusion; no one seemed equal to the emergency.

We did not know whether to run or stand, when Captain Field gave the command to fire and charge the bushes.
We charged the bushes and saw the Yankees running through them, and we fired on them as they retreated.